Worthy, Yet Unwilling ||Thor||

Worthy, Yet Unwilling ||Thor||

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||Book 1 of the Worthy Series|| |Set pre and during the first Thor movie| ||I own nothing of the MCU or the comic books characters or places, but I own everything else in this book, such as plotlines and oc scenes|| Odin the great All-Father of Asgard and the Protector of the Nine Realms, he was getting on in years and he knew it. He had two options for whom to declare as his heir and successor, but he asked just one other person... one warrior first and just before. Lady Drina hates being referred to as "Lady", when she is the daughter of Týr the God of Justice, single combat, and honor. Her title, is the Lady goddess of honorable combat and justice, although she is more often referred to by her title that everybody believes is self-imposed. Drina is known as the Defender of Odinsons, the two sons of Odin, Loki and Thor. Her older brother is Conor, the god of one on one combat, he would have you believe. Despite the fact of the matter, that his sibling continually bests him in all forms of combat, except for archery. Drina has only known one person who ever refused to refer to her by her rather bothersome and limiting title of 'Lady', since he was the only one who ever bothered to listen. Loki was the only one who listened, when even Conor shut her out of his life, following along a bit too eagerly with all of the rest. And in return, she refuses to accept that he was lying all of those years about who he was, and who she saw him as. "You are Loki, the Son of Odin." Drina said gently and she moved to step forward, despite negative emotions coming from every fiber of his being. "NO! No, I am not!!" Loki shouted and Drina took the smallest of steps back, which quieted him down and he looked out of the window opposite Drina. "If you are not Loki of Asgard, if you are not the boy that I grew up fighting alongside now, then who are you?" She asked softly. She stared into blood-red eyes and icy blue skin, as she shakes her head. "You are still Loki. I know it.
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Before the fall of Asgard, before the skies burned and the world tree trembled, three siblings held the realms in balance. Thor, firstborn of Odin, whose thunder echoed across the nine worlds. Loki, silver-tongued and shadow-born, whose cleverness concealed a yearning heart. And Freyja, youngest of the three, who learned early that love could be both sanctuary and weapon. These children of Asgard grew together beneath golden spires-bound by blood, by loyalty, by a love that seemed unbreakable. Into their circle came Eirik Stenson, a warrior's son with honey eyes and promises sweet as mead. He became their companion, their trusted friend, and eventually, Freyja's beloved. What the gods did not know was that some hearts harbor darkness even while speaking of light. When betrayal comes, it shatters not just trust but worlds. The gates to ancient enemies are thrown open, and amidst the chaos and flame, it is Freyja who suffers most deeply. Her love was a gift freely given, now twisted into a blade she cannot remove. In her private sanctuary, hidden from all eyes, Freyja keeps a vessel of crystal and starlight-a jar containing fragments of all she has loved and lost. Every memory, every broken promise, every tear shed in the shadow of betrayal preserved like terrible treasures. Some call it dwelling in the past. She calls it remembering the cost of trust too freely given. Now, as enemies gather and the Tree of Worlds trembles, the gods face an impossible choice: forgive the unforgivable, or wield their broken hearts as weapons of war. For Freyja knows what mortals have forgotten-some wounds never truly heal. And some hearts, once broken, burn brighter than Muspelheim's eternal flames. *A tale of divine love, mortal betrayal, and the power of memory, inspired by "jar of hearts" by Christina Perri*

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