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You see your mother standing next to the garage waving your way as you park the Harley behind your mothers car. She gives you the biggest smile as she walks up to you, her only daughter.
"There you are, honey. You're late! We were getting worried you wouldn't make it again." Pauline Johnson tells her daughter, giving you another quick hug. Darlene smiles as she puts her head on top of her mothers. The small woman scoffs before pulling back with a smirk. "Don't do that! You know I hate it when you show of your taller than me."
"Sorry, mom." You say as you throw a smirk your mothers way. "Couldn't help myself. Sorry, I'm late though. Len needed a hand with a new customer. Car broke down half a mile down Pine road."
You looks down at your slightly greasy hands, being a mechanic isn't the cleanest job but it sure does make her happy. And it pays the bills.
Pauline huffs. "That man needs to do his own job himself, honey."
"You know he's still rocking that brace around his wrist, mom. Means he can't quite hook the cars up right now. Not even allowed to drive. Hank drops him off every day."
"All right, all right. In you go now. Aaron and Trent probably ate half the food already. You know how your brother and uncle get, dear." Your mother tells you with a cheeky smile on her face.
You let out a laugh as you follow your mother up the pathway to the front door. With a twist of the knob the door opens 'That's weird she always locks it. No matter how far out the door she goes.' The thought runs through your head like a small headache and you simply shrug and shake it off. 'She might forgot to do it.'
The sqeek of the leather of your boots sounds through the entrance as you step inside to follow your mom, well the smell of the food, down the narrow hallway. Passing all the picture frames holding bits and pieces of her childhood and pictures of family and friends.
Pauline opens the kitchen door and steps slightly to the side so she can let her daughter pass. "Smells amazing, mom! Let me guess your famous chicken in cream sauce and garlic pasta?"
"As promised." Your mother sings. "Even put in some cream cheese. Just the way you like it." She tells your with a wink.
"Where's dad?" You asks her as she turns to face the rest the kitchen-dining room, the open space dimly lit by some candles here and there. Your eyes glance over the empty chair your father always had his ass pressed on. She looks at the two males sitting at the table. Your uncle Trent Johnson, your father's brother, taking a sip of his beer as he brings the bottle to his lips. Next to him is your younger brother, Aaron Junior, nearly breathing in the delicious pasta on his plate. Neither of them acknowledging you, your mother nor your father missing from his seat.
Suddenly your mother puts a hand on your shoulder. "Honey, what are you talking about? Your dad's been dead for months. Now grab a plate. Aaron is nearly eating all of it." She giggles.
"What?" You turn to her in shock. "What the hell you're talking about? I saw him yesterday. Don't say shit like that ,mom!"
"Don't be silly, honey. You were there when your uncle shot him right here." Your mother says as she taps her finger right between your eyes. The glint in her eyes making her look as insane as her words.
Everything feels off. A feeling of dread filling you up slowly as you once again glance around the room, which doesn't even feel the same anymore. The wallpaper slowly dropping from the walls, food rotting away and the smell of death filling your nostrils makes you gag, all the while your mother just smiles at you. "Come on now, honey. Let's eat."
Before you know what's happening, your mother grabs your head, teeth snapping beside your ear. She drags her daughter to the ground and sits on top of your body and for such a small lady she sure does have strength.
That's when you see it. The death look in your mothers eyes, like a white glaze covering her once deep honey eye colour. And the large bite mark on her neck still bleeding while her skin is rotting away. Your mother, or whatever this is, grabs a hold of your left shoulder trying to push you down while snapping her teeth as if she wants to take a bite.
Another hand on your right shoulder is the one that makes you snap your eyes open. A gasp leaving your mouth as you sit up so fast your head spins.
"Shhh... It's okay. It's just a nightmare, Pop. You're okay." Your brothers soft voice brings you back to reality. Breaths becoming more steady. "That's it. Breathe."
"I'm fine." You stutter out. The nightmare rolling to the back of your mind as you look up at your brother. "Thanks." You softly smile.
"Tell me about it."
"I'm fine, AJ. No need to worry about a silly bad dream." You huff, a scoff nearly leaving your lips at the worried look on your brothers face. You look around the small cabin you found, hidden away in the woods, looking for anything else other than your brothers worried puppy look. The only look that could make you break and cry while you need to be strong and tough for him.
Even though he is only three years younger, it doesn't mean he is any less your younger brother. Little brother even. You would always be there for AJ, protecting him even if it means risking your own life. Nothing more important than the safety of one of the two only family members you have left.
And not a day goes by where you feel regret for not being able to save your mother and father.
Aaron sighs before turning back to his book. "Unc should be back soon. He went out looking for food."
"And you let him go out alone?!"
"Like he would let me leave you here alone to go with him. You know how he gets, sis."
"Of course not! You should have woken me up then. I could have gone with him, you little douche."
"Yeah, right. Bitch." Aaron says before lifting his hand to turn a page. "This I quite the story."
"Of course it is. You've known it from the back of your hand ever since you were young, AJ." You laugh. "I mean, can't quite blame you. Harry Potter is a good book to let your mind just drift away to better places. We sure not one of those." Both of them laugh slightly to the comment.
You stand up slowly. The popping of your bones is causing chills to run down Aaron's spine. He always hated that sound. And You, being the big sister you are, always teased him by popping them on purpose. You could remember your mother scolding you while your father laughed it off. "Perfect definition of brother and sister." He always used to say.
How you missed them both.
The sudden sound of footsteps nearing the door made both of you look up. Aaron reaches for the machete laying next to him while you grab the hunting knife from it's holster on your thigh.
Three knocks, then two then four signals the two of you it's your uncle. He turns the knob slowly before opening the door and stepping in. "Good you're both up." His gruff voice says. He turns slightly to close the door behind him. Taking a deep breath in trying to catch his breath.
"You ran here? What happened?" You ask Trent. In the corner of her eyes she can see her brother standing up slowly. "Are you hurt?" But your uncle shakes his head.
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The way the things walks your way, was scaring you. Their limping decaying bodies moving closer. Arms, or at least what was left of them, up and the hands trying to grab you.
The dumpster wasn't going to hold you much longer and you knew as it kept wobbling the more you pushed yourself againt the wall of the alleyway it was against. You could hear your name being called from a distance. Yet you didn't dare to yell back, too afraid you would draw more of those things their attention. You tried to climb over the wall but the ledge was to high to reach on your tippy toes and you knew for sure that if you jumped the whole dumpster would either collapse of fall over. And youâre not ready to became those things their next meal.
The one it front of you catches your attention again as It's mouth snaps near your ankle. Trying to bite wherever it can reach. Fuck. It's hand now grabbing around your right foot, nails digging in the leather of your boots. Itâs nimble boney fingers tugging on it, trying to yank you of your feet. But they stop as soon as a bullet pierces theough it's skull, thick blood splashing on your boots. The gunshot rang, bouncing of the brick walls and it made you look up from your feet. Now no longer afraid of the things surrounding you, well maybe a little bit, but for whoever fired their gun.
A man shoots the things from across the alley youâre in. Bodies hitting the ground around you but you pay them no mind. You look at the stranger. A new threat. His long hair and tall frame made him look intimidating, to say the least. He just saved your life, yes, but at what cost. Your eyes scan his frame. Flannel shirt, brown jacket, jeans and boots. He seemed normal enough, but you knew better than to piss off a stranger. And yet a nagging voice in your head is telling you to give him a piece of mind for using his gun. For all you know he could have drawn the attention of other lurkers.
The man glances over his left shoulder looking around the corner. "Clear." His voice a little deep. He turns his head back and looks at you, who is still standing on that damned dumpster, a small smile appears on his lips. He looked polite. It could be a trap though.
Suddenly another man walks around the corner. He was a little shorter than the other but still tall. His hair short and his face hard. He looks up at you with a glare on his face. And yet a glint appears in his eyes, a mocking one, as he sees what your is standing on. But you donât quite pay attention to it as you give him a once over. He looks even more intimidating. The way he holds himself, standing tall, like he demands respect from everyone. They both wear pretty much the same, though his plaid shirt and leather jacket look like they had seen better days with all the blood splattered on it.
You stand as still as you can. Still not sure if they either would kill you or not. Your eyes watching their every movement, fear sinking into your bones. You had firsthand seen what people can do. And it ainât pretty. You try to stand more on your right leg which was pulled up after the blood hit it. It makes the dumpster wobble and lean more in its right direction and it makes you freeze again, trying not to fall of it.
The tallest of them both shifts closer as if to catch you before you fall then looks back to the other man with raised eyebrows. And the way they silently communicate with each other gives you the creeps. A chill runs down your spine as the short haired man lifts his lips up in a smirk. 'Double Fuck.' you think. 'I got saved by the wrong ones.'
All hair on your body stands up as your eyes darts the alleyway your in. No escape, this is it.
Your hair gets in your eyes as a slight breeze comes down the ally way and you had to blink a couple of times to get it out. When you do, the two males make their way over to you, slow and steady. Bit too stealthy for your liking. The shirt ones gun still clutched into his hand and it makes you realize he would shoot before you had the change to speak if he had to.
"You okay? Any scratches or bites?" The tallest asks you, slight concern in his voice. Though as you look at him, you can only see his hard eyes looking back at you cautiously. Eyes going over every ridge of your body before to come back up to your eyes.
"I'm fine." You mumble. You take a slight step forward and try to climb of the unsteady dumpster. "Thanks for the help though." You tell them as your try to remain calm.
Your foot tries to reach the ground and just as it does, the dumpster moves. One of the wheels breaks and the side slams in to the ground. The movement causes you to hit your head against the top of it, hard. You let out a hiss in pain as you try to stand steadily on your feet when they hit the concrete. The tickling feeling of blood dripping down the side of your face makes you huff in annoyance. One hand moves over the brush it away from your eyes as the sting wasnât the worst. You blink as the throbbing starts and you take a deep breath.
"Carefull there, sweatheart." The short haired guy says. You turns your head to him and give him a sarcastic smile to which he scoffs and send a glare your way. You turn your head to look at the other guy and back at him. Stars shining around their heads.
"Well, boys. I gotta go." You try to swiftly move around the pair. Your sight begins to fill with black dots. The two look at you with slight concern on their faces. âThanks but-.â Your eyes roll back into your head as you stumble on your feet.
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Summary: a world where you Fear the living and Fight the Dead.
Ominous /ËÉmÉŞnÉs/
[adjective]
Giving the worrying impression that something bad is going to happen; threateningly inauspicious
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Summary: When an invitation turns out to be so much more.
"What do you mean I can't disrupt him? He is the king-"
"I'm well aware who he is but you are to remain where you are."
"I'm a guest and friend of your King, sure he did not-"
"I'm well aware who you are as well, princess. I'm just following their orders."
"Will you stop interrupting me? And their? Who is their?"
"The king and the prince, princess."
"Will you stop calling me that? I am not a princess."
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Warnings: none (for the prologue)
"The more I try to understand Midgard, the more it seems to confuse me." A thunderous voice sounds from behind, startling the young woman. The plate in your hand drops to the floor bursting in tiny pieces. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady." The man chuckled from behind you.
You turn her head slightly in his direction. His golden hair flowed down in waves on his shoulders, his signature red cape replaced by a dark blue hoodie. "Thor! I'm sorry. I was justâ deep in thought."
"No need to apologize, my lady. You just stay still, the shards seem to be everywhere."
You nod, following his figure with her eyes as he walks over, broom in hand. Your hands reach out to grab the platic as he hands it to you. The broom bristles hit the floor as you attempt to make a move to sweep the shards into a pile, but Thor holds out a hand to stop you, shaking his head slightly. He then proceeds to sit on his heels and starts picking up the bigger white pieces scattered across the black kitchen tiles carefully gathering them in the palm of his left hand. "How have you been? Asgard treating you well?" You ask as he turns to throw the pieces in the bin hidden behind the cabinet on his right. Eyes falling on your frame after he tilts his head in your direction.
Thor turns back on his heels as he keeps his eyes on yours. "I am jovial that my people have accepted the change so expeditiously. My coronation is set in a weeks time." He stands, dusting off his hands on his jeans and holds out a hand. The gesture makes you raise a brow at him before understanding that he wants you to hand him back the broom. His lips turn up slightly after the corner of his lips as you hand him the plastic back.
"You must be thrilled to finally lead your people as king." You stares at him as his sweeps across the floor, his eyes scanning the pieces as they are swept into a neat pile. How out of place this looks for a future king. He nods as he steps in front of you after disposing of the last shards. "Thank you."
"Not a problem at all, my lady. Oh! Speaking of the coronation in Asgâ" Before Thor can finish his sentence another voice interrupts his words.
"There you are! Have youâ" Loki strides into the kitchen with his head held up high, demanding a certain type of authority with his prenuptial. He looks from his brother to you as Thor steps away from you to turn to look at Loki. "Oh, never mind. Pardon me, am I interrupting you, dear brother?" He voice holding a tone that could only be described as indifferent as his eyes narrow and a smirk ghosts his lips. He knew exactly what he just had done.
"I was about to ask the Lady." Thor grins in Lokiâs direction before turning back to the said woman standing next to him.
"Ask me?" Your eyes swifting between the two brothers in expectation, eyebrow raised. âWhat Migardian thing can I explain to the two of you today?â You ask the brothers, a small giggle leaving your lips as Thor laughs and Loki looks at her with a disbelieving sneer.
âI will have you know, dear mortal, That I-.â
âBrother.â Thor interrupst him, his tone demanding. "Well, you see, my lady. I wasâ"
"We. We were wondering." Loki objects and Thor glares in his direction.
"Right. We, we were wondering if you would like to be present." Thor smiles at you with hopefull eyes.
"Present where?" You look at the blond god with confusion in your eyes, your right brow raising slightly again as they knit together on your forehead.
Loki clears his throat as speaks your name and shakes his head with a roll of his green eyes. "What the oaf is trying to sayâ"
"Oi! I'm not an oaf."
"Of course not." Loki says to his brother with a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "As I was saying. We would like to invite you to join his coronation. To have you, dear pet, present and of course show you the wonders of our phenomenal home, now that father is not present anymore."
Thor glares at his brother. "Loki." He threatens. "He was still our father, have care how you speak of him."
"Oh, well, at least he can't hear it." Loki girns mischievously. âAnd he was notâ; Never you mind.â He sends you a wink as he holds his silver tongue before gesturing his hand to his brother for him to continue.
Thor sighs as he turns back to look you in your eyes. "Don't mind his words, Lady." His voice low, the sound reminding you of rumbling thunder. "But we would be honored to have you join us in Asgard."
"Iâ I don't know what to say." You stammer. Eyes wide in disbelief, shock sending sparks over your back as excitement fills your blood.
"How about a thank you, your highness, I would be honored."
"Brother." Thor glares at Loki once again before turning back to you. "Think about it? Not too long, we would have to leave tomorrow at noon." He takes your hand in his.
"You will have my answer by tonight." You tell the Asgardian gods. Slowly rescinding your hand from Thorâs.
"I will await your answer in patience." Thor tells you as he steps in the direction of the door. "Don't take too long though." He winks before grabbing his brother by his arm and dragging him out.
"I beg your pardon, unhand me at once, brother." Loki swats at Thor's hand with a scoff and you chuckle at his reaction. "But yes, pet, please don't take too long with your answer." He says over his shoulder, green eyes catching your eyes.
"I won't." And with that your yet again alone in the spacious room. You chuckle to yourself as you continue to unload the dishwasher.
âWill you stop pacing! You are getting on my nerves. More then usual. And that is saying something.â Loki groans as he massages away his worries with two fingers between his brows. âShe will accept.â
âAnd what if she doesnât, brother? Mmm? What will happen then.â Thor stops his pacing abruptly, hands in fists at his side. His eyes roaming across the room before landing on his brother and he sneers as thunder claps outside. âShe is taking a awful long time. Most mortals would be honored to be blessed to see our Asgard.â
âNow, now, brother. Being vain is more up my alley than yours. She WILL accept, not to worry.â
Thor doesnât answer, he only turns on the balls of his feet and continues his stomping across the room. Slight rumble of thunder is heard outside before the room lights up with the flash of lightning.
âMy, my, Thor. She will accept our generous invitation. She is a smart mortal.â Loki tells his brother as he cranes his neck to look at him. He holds back a sigh as he lets the words sink in himself. You are a smart one, right?
Thor growls at his brother and stomps back over. He grabs the front of his black overcoat and hoists him up his feet. âShe should have been here by now.â
Loki, unfaced by his brothers anger, grabs his hands and rips them off of him. âSit down, you oaf, and calm yourself.â
âBut she-.â
A knock interrupts Thorâs words. âAm I the one interrupting something now?â There you stand, leaning against the door frame of the common room. âFor two Gods, the both of you are hard to find.â
âLady Y/n.â Thor sighs as he smiles at you, yet it doesnât quite reach his eyes, the thunder outside now slightly reduced.
âThor, Loki.â You nod as you step into the room. You eye both brothers curiously before folding your hands infront of you, a habit of nervousness. âI came to tell you of my decision. Iâm sorry it took me so long.â
âNo apologies needed, pet. Please, would you like to sit down?â Loki gestures to the seat in front of his, the leather fauteuil looks inviting as sitting on the floor.
âIâm okay thank you, after all, I would have to continue packing.â You from the fauteuil at him.
Lokiâs eyes narrow as does his brothers. âYouâre leaving?â The question is heavy on his tongue.
Your brows knit together and you turn to look at the floor, trykng to hide the smile trying to creep on your lips. âI am.â
Thor steps closer to you, his hand reaching up for you arm but he holds back. âWhat made you decide that.â His lips are in a tight smile as thunder slowly rumbles again outside.
âIâ I mean,â you canât get words out of your mouth, how could they be so daft. Instead you choose to look Thor in the eyes. You give him a pointed look and it takes him a second before a grin breaks on his face.
âAh, I see, my lady.â He says as he plays along. You both turn to look at Loki who is trying to hold back a sneer. âIt is understandable, isnât it, brother?â
âOh, is it now?â Loki glares at his feet as he takes his eyes from his brother to you, taking in the smile on your lips. A cheeky grin appears on you lips and his frown turns into a smirk.
âI would love to join you for Thorâs coronation. I would be honored.â
âI would say so.â Loki says with an undertone you canât quite explain. He tuns to Thor. âIt seems the mortal is smart after all.â
âYou thought I wasnât?â You ask while folding your arms disapprovingly. âHow dare you.â
âHow dare you trying to trick a trickster.â Loki turns up his chin as Thor laughs. âWell I must take my leave now. Have a good night.â And he walks off without another word. You frown in his direction as he disappears around the corner.
âWell, my lady, I am honored to have you with us in Asgard. But packing would not be necessary though. We can provide you with whatever you need back home.â Thor tells you with a generous smile, his eyes light up when he takes in your smile.
âOh! I hope you donât mind, but Iâm already nearly finished. I would like to bring my essentials if thatâs okay.â
Thor pats your shoulder before sliding his hands down your arm and taking your hand. âTake whatever you need, my lady.â
He squeezes your hand before you rescind it and nod your head. Turning on your heels as you make your leave. âTomorrow at noon, correct?â
Thor smiles. âTomorrow at noon.â
Hello darlings,
This is my first time writing on Tumblr and hope the story peaks your interest. I do want to warn you that reading this is at your own risk as it will contain dark elements from now on. This fic is after all a dark one. If your not comfortable with that, please donât continue reading the rest of the story when posted.
I hope you enjoyed this prologue as much as I enjoyed writing it.
