A tale told between two points of view, spaced between vast oceans of time.
Within the depths of her psyche, Ava James grapples with a label that has haunted her since childhood: Crazy. Psychotic. Deluded. She's always suffered with hallucinations f...
"Young God" by Halsey A/N When I picture Thorn, Joseph Morgan comes to mind. *shrugs* Happy Reading! -Alycat ***
As I write this diary entry, I don't know what to believe anymore. I don't know up from down, right from left, or right from completely immoral. I know what Loki's already done; what he's capable of doing; but in my heart I keep trying to justify that he wasn't born a monster, that life simply molded him into one. I stared at my diary, contemplating whether to delve into intimate details about our night together. Ultimately, I tossed it onto the nearby counter. Despite my urge, I couldn't bring myself to try and justify his actions and his desire for world domination as if they were merely just any other quirks one might overlook in a partner.
I rubbed my head with the lavender scented shampoo -which I hated was still my favorite scent even a thousand years later after being reincarnated- before dipping underneath the warm bath water. I stayed under even after I was certain the suds were gone. It was peaceful under the water; I was able to momentarily forget how chaotic and messy things had gotten for me in such a short amount of time. Once I finally came up for air, I needed to grab a towel given all the soapy bubbles that covered my eyes.
Only when I reached for a towel, I didn't have to reach far; one was handed to me. "I don't want to talk right now-" "And I don't either," said a familiar voice that made jump from fright. In the expansive, impossibly grand bathroom, opulence reigned supreme. The centerpiece of the room was the bathtub, a marvel of design and luxury that stretches across the space like a shimmering oasis. It was easily the size of a private pool. Multiple faucets adorn its gleaming surface, each capable of dispensing water and soapy bubbles simultaneously.
That being said, the room was easily big enough that I hadn't seen Thorn before I slipped under water. How long he had been in there before saying something; I had no idea. I shook in fear; remembering of my time spent with the Olympians. "Don't scream," said Thorn, putting up his hands in a sign that he must have thought signaled that he came in peace. I looked to the bathroom door before back at him; inwardly contemplating if Loki was still in the room that he would be able to come to my rescue. Part of me strongly suspected if he wanted to kill me; I would be dead already.
"A bathroom sabotage... Seriously?" "You were under the water so long," Thorn replied casually, sidestepping my question with unsettling ease, "I half wondered if you were trying to kill yourself again." "Do I really have to die naked in the bathtub?" I retorted, unable to mask the bitterness in my tone. "You're not going to die, Sigyn-" "Ava-" I interjected sharply, a reminder of who I was now.
"Regardless, you arenot dying. That is, if you hear me out," he added, his tone taking on amore serious note. I stared at him for a few long moments; finally recognizing who he is to meafter all this time. I knew he was during my time on Asgard, but he was mucholder now, no longer the little boy I used to care for. "Sif and Thor's son," I recalled. "You're half correct," Thorn remarked with a grim smile, his eyes glinting witha mixture of resignation and understanding. It was my silence, the lack ofprompting from me, that seemed to make him give me a knowing smile. "You already know that I am not truly the son of Thor," he said. "Your mother may have mentioned it."
"If only she would have repaid me the same courtesy," said Thorn cooly. "When Itried to ascend the throne of Asgard, my true parentage came to light." It was my knitted brows of confusion that caused him to casually pace."Towel...?" he offered. Seeing as I made no motion to move out of the tub, Thornleaned himself against a marble pillar to rest. "I come with an offer to you.Kill Loki, and you may walk free." "And if I refuse, do I then get murdered in the bathtub?" I countered, my voicelaced with skepticism and defiance.
"You're not dying in the bathtub," Thorn snickered, his tone betraying a hintof amusement. "The fact of the matter is simple. Loki only cares for worlddomination. He has no care for anything else." Thorn let this statement sink infor a moment. His eyes briefly flickered to the bed sheet I had worn into thebathroom before his gaze returned to me. Seeing my glare remained unwavering,he relented, deciding to share more information. "Did he tell you aboutKhione...?" It was the confused expression on my face that prompted him to continue. "Sheand Loki found mutual affection in destroying the worlds as we know them now."Thorn watched his fingernails, as if contemplating how much he should sharewith me. "Supposedly, Khione is dead." "Supposedly?"
"I dare say you already know Loki is the God of Mischief," said Thorn coolly,his voice carrying a hint of skepticism. "It wouldn't be hard for him to fake adeath. But what is hard to believe is that your past beloved is nowworking alone to rule the world." A knot started to rise in my throat as I remembered the conversation with Lokithat morning, replaying his cryptic words about having a partner. That had tobe who Thorn was referring to, and the realization sent a shiver down my spine.
"The question you need to ask, Sigyn, is what are you gaining from this?" saidThorn carefully, his gaze unwavering as we locked eyes. "What are you gainingfrom being the third wheel in a plot to overthrow the gods?" I stiffened. What was my gain, exactly...? Loki's love, loyalty? My entire life as Iknew it as Ava was spent thinking I was mentally ill. My life as Sigyn had beenfilled with utter heartbreak, and clearly enough that inspired me to take myown life at the end. What was I going to gain from Loki destroying every worldand enslaving the remainder of humanity? I shuddered to think of it all. Theprospect of all the chaos and suffering under Loki's rule filled me with dread,and I realized that I had to consider what he was saying.
"I'm reincarnated, not stupid," I said carefully. "I kill Loki and I'll stilldie. I'm deemed a traitor." "You would be treated as a hero among the Olympians for taking out the warcriminal," said Thorn carefully, his words laced with persuasion. "I daresay asa reward they would grant you the wish of not harming your children or evengiving you something as simple as immortality." My eyes widened. "The triplets would be safe??"
"If you requested it after your task, yes," Thorn confirmed, his tone steadyand reassuring. "Why should I believe you?" I asked suspiciously, my guard still firmly inplace. "How do I know you're not just trying to trick me? Are we pretendingthat the Olympians do not possess tongues as silver as Loki's?" Thorn looked around the bathroom as if to ensure we were alone before comingcloser, his movements deliberate as he knelt beside the pool tub. "I come hereon my own accord to provide you secret insight as to what the goddess Artemiswants to offer you. A chance at redemption," he explained, his voicesincere. "Redemption for what...?" "You failed at killing Loki the first time," said Thorn. "Here would be youropportunity to succeed, to redeem yourself if you will."
I nearly laughed at the stupidity of it all. "Why share this secret insight...?If you can just magically pop in here, why haven't you all come here to killhim yourself?" "Because the only ones who can break into the kingdom of Jotunheim are Jotunsthemselves," he revealed dryly, his words carrying a weight of significance. "But I'm not a Jotun-"
"You were brought here by the goddess of the Norse underworld," said Thorn, histone matter-of-fact. "'Tis not the same."
It took me a few moments longer than it should have to register what he wastrying to explain. My eyes widened as I looked to him, realization dawning uponme. There was a reason he could enter the kingdom of Jotunheim, and it hadnothing to do with anyone assisting him. Thorn rolled up his sleeved and allowedhis arm to change into a lapis blue, the color that only belonged to someonefrom Jotunheim. "My biological father was a Jotun named Jakobe who lived in my mother'svillage," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
I watched his blue arm soundlessly for what felt like an eternity. Therealization struck me like a bolt of lightning—he was capable of sneaking intoLoki's kingdom anytime he wanted. Thorn changed his arm back.
"Why haven't you just killed Loki yourself if you can reach him?" I questioned,unable to hide the curiosity and urgency in my voice. "I will not be able to get close to him," said Thorn carefully, his wordsweighted with solemnity. "You are the only one capable, Lady Sigyn. You seem tohave a gift at getting closest to him..." he hinted, his eyes betraying what hewas referencing by darting to the bed sheet and back again. We didn't say anything for the longest time. Thoughts swirled in my mind like atempest, each possibility and consequence vying for attention as I grappledwith the gravity of what he was offering.
"And hypothetically speaking if I decide to take you up on your offer...How willI be able to find you again?" I pressed. Thorn gave a polite bow of his head. "I'll be closer than you think." He vanished after that. *** A/N Any 'Betrothed to Jack Frost' fans out there?! What's going to happen, is Ava going to take him up on his offer?!
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