The God and His Chaos

The God and His Chaos

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20 year old Thalia Rosynburn was simply a chaotic and young mortal witch before she was sent from earth to an entirely new world- Asgard. There she realises her chaos was her astounding power, powers which the Aesir gods need to help keep peace across the cosmos. There is only one god capable of helping Thalia to use her powers in ways she had never imagined- The God of Mischief himself and the Prince of Asgard, Loki Laufeyson. In such a strange world filled with gods fighting silently for royal status, Thalia finds the surprising feeling of home within the trickster. However, quicker than the Aesir gods had thought, Thalia is forced to face one of Asgards oldest and ravenous enemies. Thalia must decide whether or not there is a need for war, whether or not she needs Loki to guide her powers, whether or not the prophecy was entirely true. After all, she is only a chaotic, mortal witch in a world of Gods, immortality and royalty. TRIGGER WARNINGS! GRIEF, DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, DEATH, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
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"Don't worry. I can feel it too.," A forced marriage. A sacrifice for her people. A war. And then there's Loki. The annoying, sarcastic, self-absorbed, opinionated, mischief-making, fallen prince of Asgard who seems to make his own history with the princess... "'Don't say that again.' Loki growled. He came closer while I backed away until I was nearly falling down the edge of the ship. He was menacing, his eyes burning with rage and his posture waiting for me to make a move, so he could attack. I only noticed his chest pressed heavily against mine when it was too late. His hands grabbed my hips tightly to prevent me from escaping and his breath mixed with mine."

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