The Troll Hunter《Norway x Reader》[✔]

Chapter 9: I Am From the Cult of Thorki!

Later on you woke up tied up upside down. Your instincts immediately told you to struggle and panic. You were claustrophobic. You couldn't move much and the rope squeezed you tighter and tighter as you struggled.

"Don't waste your energy." You heard an awfully familiar voice.

"Who the hell are you?" You yelled as your figure spun around.

You looked down to see the cultists looking up at you with their hoods down. You didn't expect the cult to be this many. Though they'll never beat the population of the Marvel Fandom or any fandom at all.

There were at least a hundred people in the room with more staying in the halls or near doorways. The place was actually the lobby of the house. The front door was there, the people came out from the upstairs and the basement, and the man who spoke to you was there standing in the middle. You were hanging, most likely swinging, on the chandelier you were tied on to.

"Why don't you recognize me, little mocking jay?" You wanted to cover your ears, but you can't.

You knew this man. You know his intentions and malicious ambitions towards your mother. Now you.

"Fuck you Jared!" You spatted at him as you turned to see him.

"Uncle Jared." He corrected you.

No way you were calling him uncle. He was the one who hated your mother the most, the one who took your inheritance, and the one who blamed you for killing your mother. You should've known that he was working for the cult. 

(Sorry to those who have uncles named Jared, this was just a random name.)

"Pft, as if you were ever my uncle." You spitted your saliva at him splatting on his. "Bastard."

He chuckled darkly and wipes it off. He smiled at you sinisterly.

"You know what you did to your mother-"

"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO KILLED HER!" You tried swinging towards him trying to hit your head against his, but the rope wrapped around you tighter making you go numb.

"The more you struggle, the more the rope will suffocate you."

"What do you want!"

"You already know. Ever since I saw you with that little friend of yours I knew that you were on to something here." He eyed you suspiciously. "I knew that you were here to find me."

"Honestly I came here to find a report for my college course..." You muttered.

"Silence!" He yelled.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.

"Now that you're here, you can repay for the sin you've done long ago." He spoke.

"Why me? Why my mother? Why not someone else? You might have fucking elf's blood too!" You yelled at him.

He seemed offended at the last statement.

"Your mother was adopted."

"You're adopted." You spatted at him.

He gritted his teeth.

"We were from the same foster home and we treated each other like siblings. I was obsessed with mythology. Your mother was too." He started to tell his story. "We made a promise that we'd start something together, and show the world that the gods and goddesses from pagan belief are real. She agreed to be the sacrificial bride."

"Lies!"

"Oh, but this is the ugly truth my dear niece." His smirk grew wider. "Years later after we were adopted at the age of ten, your mother changed. She fell in love with your father. She thought that my thoughts were only a child's dream. She forgot her promise. Then I found out that she was a descent of royal elves who were forced to hide from the human infected world they used to live in before we humans came. Then she finally thought I was actually crazy. No, I wasn't. The gods are real-"