Siren

What's Not To Love About Midgard?

A few years later... 

Midgard, Earth 

It took a long time for Gianna to accept the death that radiated off of her. For so long, she remained silent as a way to remind herself that she failed to save her family. Stably, she resided on Midgard in one of the poorest nations in the world by performing charity work to serve the poor. Never before had Gianna seen so many people slumped in such a poor, holocaust city. People were protesting and causing riots against their governments as a way of raising their voices to reach out for people to help them rebuild. Gianna contributed day and night to providing clothes and food to those who desperately needed it. It became rather suspicious that she would discover bags of supplies stolen in the blink of an eye, with no-one to identify the thief.

During her normal runs, she had a bowl of soup that she served to anxious Sokovians - as that was the city she was based in - when someone came up to her, arms reached out, exposing a small portion of a tattoo. Curiosity got the better of her, as the black-haired girl's eyes trailed the brunette she served before being distracted by her soulmark itching. As she went to scratch it, the next customer hassled her to serve them. Despite trying to be polite and apologise, the stranger became aggressive and started saying abusive things to Gianna which didn't bode well as the people in line all began to complain.

Fleeing the scene, Gianna hid by a campfire and pulled her sleeve up to expose her shoulder where her soulmark was displayed. The itch she managed to ignore previously became unbearable as it was acting wildly that ever before. Thoughts ran through her mind as to who her surname was and if she could identify them. But she had her suspicion. So too did they, Gianna's soulmate, take notice of her forearm burning lightly as she started to drift her eyes through the crowd for any sign of someone that may have looked like a soulmate. As Gianna rested by the fire, a stranger sat down with her awfully close and made quick movement to restrict her from fleeing or lashing out in a way that was escaping their grasp.

"Hey there, pretty lady." The stranger said deeply.

"G-Get off m-me..." Gianna whimpered. 

The stranger chuckled evilly and reached his hand to touch her but never got the chance as the stranger's hand fought against a red mist that took over his entire forearm. 

"Leave her, alone." A woman growled and cancelled her powers, scaring the man off. 

Gianna looked surprised at the same brown-haired woman she served just moments ago and jumped up to her feet. She let out a shrill noise in delight that the brunette mistook for fear until Gianna thanked her for saving her. Without realising, both women shook hands which was where Gianna was able to get a closer look at the tattoo on her forearm. 

"Oh my, she's pretty. I hope she's my soulmate." Gianna thought to herself, without realising the other woman heard every word in her mind. 

"Um... m-m-my name's Wanda," said the woman. "What's yours?" 

"G-Gianna. It's lovely to meet you, Wanda." 

"I appreciate what you're doing for my people. It's just a shame the rest of the world isn't as caring as you." 

The soulmark on Gianna's shoulder tingled like crazy as if she got the same feeling when lying on her arm all night, only this was occurring at her shoulder where her heart beat like crazy at how sweet the brunette was being to her, especially one who was unknowingly her soulmate. A wince lingered on Wanda's face for a second, neither women accounting that their soulmarks were now glowing. 

Wanda knitted her brows together, a curious look plastered on her face. "Wait, do I know you from somewhere?" 

"Do you?" Gianna asked curiously. 

The brunette kept her eyes trained on the other woman but arched her head sideways when someone came along, calling for their sibling that was Wanda. A man with silver-blonde hair jogged over, panting a little that which was most noticeable by the cold making it more visible. Without discretion, the man began to flirt with Gianna which resulted with his sister shoving him in the stomach with her elbow, causing him to cough. 

"What's not to love about Midgard? Father was wrong about this place. Maybe it's finally changed?" Gianna thought to herself. 

Clearing her throat, Wanda asked, "How long are you here for?"  

"For a few more days. I'm always here, so if you ever wanna come see me, you know where to find me." 

"I'll be sure to visit you tomorrow. Say, around seven?" 

"I'll make sure to save you a spot around the fire, Wanda." 

The brunette blushed as she broke eye contact before ushering her brother to follow her out of the site. As Gianna watched the two walk away, another stranger came along, this time introducing themselves in a more polite manner. A woman with long, blonde chest-long hair approached the young Asgardian, a devilish smile plastered on her glossy pink lips. 

"Hello, Gianna. Long time no see." The woman said mischievously. 

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Gianna replied sceptically. 

The woman made her next expression appear hurt in that of a sarcastic manner as she leaned on one leg and grinned at the girl. 

"I'm surprised you don't recognise me. Your own... mother."