Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 1 (Reader)Pain throbs through your brain like someone is shooting your forehead over and over again. You gasp, the sudden pain waking you. You sit up, holding your head in your hands. You hear shooting noises, flashes of blue light dancing through your vision, screams and men in metal fighting, the faces of the creatures, the smell of burnt grass...Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 1 (Reader) by ~AmericanAngel117
A blue bolt of light flashes and you scream, curling away from it. Nothing happens. Slowly, your head comes back to the silence of reality. It was all just a dream...just a strange dream...
You open your eyes. You're lying in a soft white bed, its sheets neatly splayed across you. The room is airy, two floor-to-cieling window panes illuminating the room with rays of golden sunlight. Above you a fan silently whirls and cools the room, and the pale blue walls give you the feeling of being at the beach. Against the far wall stands a white wooden dresser, and next to it, a small bathroom and closet.
This isn't your room. You needed to get out of here. Yo
In the Land of the Frost GiantYou are my sonIn the Land of the Frost Giant by ~RecordRewind
The child was running along the thinniest branches of Yggdrasil, passing by whole universes in a handful of tiny steps, tripping over his feet and resuming his rush across paths hidden to most of deities.
Liar!! His voice thundered into his own ears, the word he had cried at his father haunting him, hurting like the truth he had discovered. Lies, everybody had lied to him. For his whole life.
Blinded by tears, Loki ran and ran, as fast as he could, away from home.
"I have found him."
Odin and his wife Frigga turned to the all-seeing Heimdall. His golden eyes were gazing at the distance without betraying any emotion. There was no need for other words.
"So he is where we feared," said Odin, sternly.
"Is he well?" asked Frigga.
"Yes. No one has noticed his presence yet. It is a matter of time, though."
"Then we will not wait. Open the Bifrost" Odin ordered. As Heimdall impassively placed his sword in the bridge core, Odin exchanged a look with his wife. "I