A raven caws before it takes flight; through the skies of Earth, above the humans.
Once, mankind accepted a simple truth; that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, Man believed home to their Gods. Others, they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness, came the Frost Gods.
The raven continued to fly through the sky, going through the upper clouds, before going into a gray one, which appears to have snow and ice on top of it; a wintry landscape, with frigid blasts of cold air riding in the wind. The bird flew over one of the mountains, where one of the common residents spotted it.
Forged in a body of ice, with eyes red as blood, these beings took their toll on war. Threatening to plunge mankind into a new ice age from above.
Areas upon Earth began to freeze over, and a mother and child tried to evade the cold air, but have froze on the spot. Then, an army of golden-armored beings ran through the area towards the invaders. The battle was vicious until it all fade to black.
The Asgardian army drove the Frost Ones back into the heart of their own world in the clouds, far separate from the victors' own homeland. In the end, the enemy's king Laufey fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.
The Casket of Ancient Winters, their homeland's power source, was picked up from its stand, just before their icy realm began to crumble, and fall apart, leaving it into ruin and desolation.
With the great war ending, the oldest story ever told, was written in the stars. Stories of time, when the Asgardians ruled above the Earth. These beings were powerful gods, each bearing and representing the natures of mankind: Thor became king of the heavens, and ruled over the strongest of storms, with his beloved queen Sif letting the plants grow and nourish; Balder, giving the sun to light the way, and Tyr, bestowing great strength in warfare. And tricksters, Loki and Lochila, aiming towards chaos and misery. In time, restlessness will come and, finally, rise up against them. In this world, a child was born. A girl who would change everything.
Nineteen years old. Nineteen. That was how long Lochila had been taking care of her. The blonde daughter of a god she once hated. It was all Loki's fault that got her into this mess. They were both punished, in a very different way: Him, eternal imprisonment; her, eternal motherhood. At first, she was disgusted to even look at the babe; hold her in her arms, as if she was the ugliest thing in the world. Her cries kept her up at night, and there were some days where she wanted to terminate and be rid of it. However, whenever she heard laughter, there was a flutter in her stoned-up heart that she couldn't get rid of. It was a light shining through it, and that was when she realized that there was a bit of fondness for the child.
Every time, the little thing smiled or laughed, a crack would appear on Lochila's face, even without her realization. It was almost like the first time she had ever spotted a baby, but she ignored those. However, when she saw this one, disgust was on her, but now, she wasn't so sure. She's been to Earth many times during her and older brother's exploits, so she wasn't blind or deaf to the concept of raising babies, or children, for that matter. Not to mention, that on Asgard, there were plenty of them. For some reason, in her eyes, Torunn became one of the few Lochila would ever wave off. She was special, both literally and figuratively; a pure soul. There were even days where the goddess of mischief wanted her as her own. But she wasn't. Besides, there was nothing relatable between them; Torunn was someone who would be in the clouds, while Lochila would belong underground. That was the reality: she was pure, and she was not.
As the years passed, Lochila, eventually, internally-admitted that she adored the girl. From a babe, to the pre-adult she was now. They moved from New Mexico, to New York City, once Torunn turned thirteen. From the small town in the desert, to the big city Lochila knew all too well. She figured that Torunn would fit in here, once she became an adult, and that day was today. Having to already live in a wealthy penthouse together, the girl found her own apartment to move into. Truth be told, the goddess didn't want her to leave her sight, since she's someone who's not originally from this world and, how protective she was, there were times where Lochila would spy on her with her magic, in order to know where she was at all times. But she couldn't follow her for long, since her magic is slightly weaker on Earth, than how it is back in Asgard. In addition, she hated to keep lying to her, as well; that her whole life spent on Earth wasn't exactly true, and that she was never her real mother to begin with. These were things she couldn't tell her, not yet. So, as the goddess of deceit, things were to remain concealed from the girl's sight.
The woman was on a professional call with one of her co-workers from a job she had to sneak into, in order to keep their lives together. Torunn would sometimes ask her how they got this rich, but the goddess said that it was "a well-paid position" (though the truth was that she got herself inside through magical influence). The news on the hugely-dimensioned tv nearby has been going through, since morning, and Lochila's been on the phone, since that said-morning. Taking a glance at the framed selfie-picture of herself and Torunn on her desk, she smirked at the memory before going back to talking.
Once, mankind accepted a simple truth; that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, Man believed home to their Gods. Others, they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness, came the Frost Gods.
The raven continued to fly through the sky, going through the upper clouds, before going into a gray one, which appears to have snow and ice on top of it; a wintry landscape, with frigid blasts of cold air riding in the wind. The bird flew over one of the mountains, where one of the common residents spotted it.
Forged in a body of ice, with eyes red as blood, these beings took their toll on war. Threatening to plunge mankind into a new ice age from above.
Areas upon Earth began to freeze over, and a mother and child tried to evade the cold air, but have froze on the spot. Then, an army of golden-armored beings ran through the area towards the invaders. The battle was vicious until it all fade to black.
The Asgardian army drove the Frost Ones back into the heart of their own world in the clouds, far separate from the victors' own homeland. In the end, the enemy's king Laufey fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.
The Casket of Ancient Winters, their homeland's power source, was picked up from its stand, just before their icy realm began to crumble, and fall apart, leaving it into ruin and desolation.
With the great war ending, the oldest story ever told, was written in the stars. Stories of time, when the Asgardians ruled above the Earth. These beings were powerful gods, each bearing and representing the natures of mankind: Thor became king of the heavens, and ruled over the strongest of storms, with his beloved queen Sif letting the plants grow and nourish; Balder, giving the sun to light the way, and Tyr, bestowing great strength in warfare. And tricksters, Loki and Lochila, aiming towards chaos and misery. In time, restlessness will come and, finally, rise up against them. In this world, a child was born. A girl who would change everything.
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Nineteen years old. Nineteen. That was how long Lochila had been taking care of her. The blonde daughter of a god she once hated. It was all Loki's fault that got her into this mess. They were both punished, in a very different way: Him, eternal imprisonment; her, eternal motherhood. At first, she was disgusted to even look at the babe; hold her in her arms, as if she was the ugliest thing in the world. Her cries kept her up at night, and there were some days where she wanted to terminate and be rid of it. However, whenever she heard laughter, there was a flutter in her stoned-up heart that she couldn't get rid of. It was a light shining through it, and that was when she realized that there was a bit of fondness for the child.
Every time, the little thing smiled or laughed, a crack would appear on Lochila's face, even without her realization. It was almost like the first time she had ever spotted a baby, but she ignored those. However, when she saw this one, disgust was on her, but now, she wasn't so sure. She's been to Earth many times during her and older brother's exploits, so she wasn't blind or deaf to the concept of raising babies, or children, for that matter. Not to mention, that on Asgard, there were plenty of them. For some reason, in her eyes, Torunn became one of the few Lochila would ever wave off. She was special, both literally and figuratively; a pure soul. There were even days where the goddess of mischief wanted her as her own. But she wasn't. Besides, there was nothing relatable between them; Torunn was someone who would be in the clouds, while Lochila would belong underground. That was the reality: she was pure, and she was not.
As the years passed, Lochila, eventually, internally-admitted that she adored the girl. From a babe, to the pre-adult she was now. They moved from New Mexico, to New York City, once Torunn turned thirteen. From the small town in the desert, to the big city Lochila knew all too well. She figured that Torunn would fit in here, once she became an adult, and that day was today. Having to already live in a wealthy penthouse together, the girl found her own apartment to move into. Truth be told, the goddess didn't want her to leave her sight, since she's someone who's not originally from this world and, how protective she was, there were times where Lochila would spy on her with her magic, in order to know where she was at all times. But she couldn't follow her for long, since her magic is slightly weaker on Earth, than how it is back in Asgard. In addition, she hated to keep lying to her, as well; that her whole life spent on Earth wasn't exactly true, and that she was never her real mother to begin with. These were things she couldn't tell her, not yet. So, as the goddess of deceit, things were to remain concealed from the girl's sight.
The woman was on a professional call with one of her co-workers from a job she had to sneak into, in order to keep their lives together. Torunn would sometimes ask her how they got this rich, but the goddess said that it was "a well-paid position" (though the truth was that she got herself inside through magical influence). The news on the hugely-dimensioned tv nearby has been going through, since morning, and Lochila's been on the phone, since that said-morning. Taking a glance at the framed selfie-picture of herself and Torunn on her desk, she smirked at the memory before going back to talking.
