Outsider

Loki reappeared in his room, his balance unstable as he leaned against on of the chairs in the room. The voices in his head raced on, screaming for a daughter he didn't know existed.

A daughter he didn't know he had.

A tear trailed down his cheek as the images stilled and the voices quietened. His mind was made up. His top priority marked.

He was going to get his daughter.

His vision refocused as he started to move towards his bed; pulling out drawers and pocketing essentials into his satchel. He changed out of his usual royal robes in place for all black robes and a wide brown cloak. He took one last look around the room and disappeared.

Reappearing again in the village just outside Asgard, he made his first move.

 Finding another way to Helheim.

Using the Bifrost would alert Iduna and if he wanted to take his daughter; not getting arrested or killed would be an utmost priority.

From what he knew, Iduna was the only god who dwelled in Helheim, and for good reason as she was known to be a very jealous, possessive and ruthless goddess. She craved the attention and utter devotion of her followers and another god in her realm was a death penalty in its absolute form.

----Helheim, Iduna's Temple----

The chants bellowing from the worship hall felt like nails against my skull. I have never been able to participate in the goddess' worship. Always being unable to utter a single chant since I learned how to talk. Every time I tried I would either get the chants all wrong or I could not even utter a single word as my jaw clamped shut.

The chants felt wrong and abusive, intruding on every bit of sanity I possessed. I hurried past the hall, mentally trying to block out the sounds of worship as I made my way to the temple's archives.

I pulled the sleeves of the beige temple robes I wore back and pulled out the key to the archives.

A priestess in name only, unworthy of any other keep since I was deemed unworthy by the high goddess herself. An outsider who still didn't belong in the only place she had ever known all her life.

The entrance was shrouded in darkness as all light drowned out as the doors shut behind me.

"Kiroses filias" I chanted under my breath, barely audible.

The torches in the archives came alight. I pulled the hood of my robe down and made my way through the archives.

The smell of worn out books and dried ink filled my senses as I made my way down on of the thousands of rows of books, watching my steps as I avoided the books scattered on the ground I dare not put back in the shelves.

It was easy to take a book that was already in the shelves and replace it, but the ones scattered all across the archive floor were not worth it. It was like someone went through the books and was not done. The books rejected their place on the shelves ill the mystically replaced themselves.

The archive and its contents were ancient with the books covering several topics and long dead writers, writers I hadn't heard of before in languages i could never learn to speak or read. At least not sanely anyway.

The Ruins of The Repulsed.

The archive gave me unrequited time, time I found useful to learn sorcery, at least the bare minimum I could manage with almost two decades of existence.

Sorcery I kept secret. Being called a freak, an outsider was good enough.

Witch. That could get me banished, if not killed.

The pendant around my neck glowed through my robes slightly as I continued on my chosen path.

"I know, we will be out of here soon enough. We just have to retrieve something before we go." I said to myself as I hurried my pace.

There was reason for my appointment over these archives. Powerful and rare books were kept here, which bound all matter of magic and wicked spirits which were then guarded by deadly creatures, turned vengeful at being kept looked up with their keeps for eons.

I was sent here to die and I had managed to survive and avoid my predators but recently I have been cutting it a bit close.

The lights illuminating my path flickered. I stopped in my tracks. A breeze blew over me sending a blood-curling chill down my spine.

The ruins had no windows and only one exit which I locked. I room fell went deadly silent.

A voice, the sound of fingernails on a board sounded throughout the hall.

"Found you, little phantom"

That was a new name.

My breaths slowed and finally stopped. I crouched slowly, spreading my fingers against the floor boards.

"Zolta"

The lights went out.