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The Forgotten Gods: Beginning

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Forgotten Gods

Loki Laufeyson x OFC Reader

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From this Prompt by @beets1bears1battlestargalactica! Thank you love for the prompt! Hope no one minds because this may get a little dark before you see the light at the end. The first bit is just setting you up! I hope I bring justice to your prompt @beets1bears1battlestargalactica

 Warnings: None as of yet. This will get dark, but I will be sure to mark them as such!

A/N: Keep in mind that Sigyn, or as I shortened this name at times to   Siggy means victorious girl-friend or wife in Old Norse. So in other   words Loki and the others use it as a term of endearment for the reader. Also, Ostmen are what the Vikings called themselves, seeress is just as it sounds a prophet, Danelagh or Danelaw is England and Norrvegr is modern day Norway. The name Gyda mean warlike in Old Norse.

‘God she was so young, why did she have to be so young and why was it showing him that now was the time to remove her from the time line,’ Strange looked dishearteningly into the vision he was seeing.

A girl, or young teen actually, coming into her woman hood, long Y/H/C hair shimmering with light that spilled in between the golden columns, sprinting down the golden corridors of the palace itself, she was happy, smiling, Y/E/C orbs glittering with youth and curiosity. A beautiful golden shield strapped to her back bearing the insignia of the gods themselves, or more specifically one god. Dressed in leathers that looked dusty, as if she had been horseback riding recently. Unable to stop his own heart from breaking at the thoughts that he was about to destroy her world for the greater good, or Thanos would win.  

“Loki! No cheating,” the teen shouted while sprinting through the corridor, a mint green seidr misting over her hands, knowing that Loki was disguising himself to sneak up on her.

“I'm not cheating little Siggy,” Loki’ voice echoed in the air around her, stopping quickly and casting her own seidr to seek him out in the bright corridor full of columns.

The misty look of her own seidr tangling with his brighter green one that danced around with her own and the young woman strolled over to the column it came from, a young Loki peaking his black head out. The young god stepping out with a stupid smile plastered on his face because he couldn’t fake anything when he was around Y/N.

“You found me, took you long enough,” he smirked, Y/N stopping to look up at him, even at this age the fallen prince was tall.

“You cheated, and stop calling me Siggy,” Y/N blurted, “ if you are going to give me a pet name at least pronounce it right,” she finished poking her finger harshly into his chest making him take a step back while she scowled at him.

“I will use whatever pet name pleases me and there is no fair play in war little shield maiden,” he retorted unfazed by her accusations and daring to turn his back to her, stupid move on his part prompting Y/N to leap onto his back pushing him on the ground.

Proudly the young woman sat on his shoulders while the young man stayed on his stomach, leaning over so that she was face to face with him, muddy boots on each side of his head and smirking with a  bright sparkle in her eye at her accomplishment. Filling him tense and automatically calling her seidr to hold him in place, reaching down her hand to in front of his face.

“Give it back,” Y/N began, Loki peering into her leather wrapped hand.

“Give what back,” he smirked trying to turn to look up at her, seidr holding him in place, knowing he could get free but was afraid of hurting her.

“Come-on! You where the one who gifted it to me,” the young woman seemed to wine slightly, hitting him on the shoulder with the out stretched hand, “don’t make me start whining, because I know how much you loathe it. Or better yet! I’ll go tell Thor that you secretly love his newest trick he came up for distracting the enemy. What was he calling it? Dead fish? NO! I remember!”

“Siggy! Don’t you dare!”

“GET HELP,” she blurted excitedly, before a beautiful golden handled short sword appeared in her hand, it's silver blade glittering from the light the golden corridor was casting, sheathing it before jumping to her feet and jerking Loki up.

‘Damn, she’s a strong young woman also. She will put up a fight,’ Strange continued to assess, watching Y/N pull on Loki’ long coat to tug him down and place a kiss on his cheek, a blush rising up as he locked his arm in hers to walk down the corridor.

“I care for you little Siggy, have I ever told you that,” Loki spoke both walking slowly down the corridor.

‘How do I get her away from him without Loki knowing it was me? I need to act fast, there’s not enough time,’ the sorcerer fretted at the vision, he could hear Tony, the kid and the others speaking of a plan. He had to hurry this was the only way, Loki had to fall from the Bifrost, and she was the one thing from preventing it.

“I know, or else you wouldn’t put up with me chasing you around the palace,” Y/N spoke snapping Strange out of his inner turmoil to look back to the two love birds.

“You know what I mean dove,” Loki echoed, looking down to the young woman both looking at each other like star crossed lovers, which actually they were from all the bits of information Strange had been gathering through all the visions.

Y/N smirked up at Loki, they both had a feeling what this was, but didn’t want to admit it, they where still young, still in there prime, and they were Asgardian after all, centuries of life to live, more than that of the mortals. The aging of a god was slower, so they had decades, centuries before having to truly decipher their fillings, right? Loki was several decades old, while Y/N was younger than the raven haired prince, but that didn’t matter to her, he was kind to her, gave her gifts, sat quietly and wasn’t afraid to spar with her like Thor who treated her like a fragile doll. Though that could be because her father threatened Odin with war if he caught Thor fighting her like one of the warriors on the grounds, but nothing was said of Loki.

“Loki,” bellowed Thor’ voice, good lord, even now he was as big as a house Strange caught himself thinking as he came into the picture, maybe this was his opportunity.

Loki rolled his eyes before he looked away from Y/N to his overly excited and sweaty brother who looked several decades younger.

“What,” Loki snipped, allowing his irritation to show as he approached.

“Mother sent me to find you two. It's time for dinner,” Thor began before Y/N cut him off.

“She’s afraid you and those warriors three want leave anything for us or Lady Sif like the last time, remember? Before we made it back from our ride…,” she smirked, trying to continue but Thor cut her off.

“I told you I was sorry,” he seemed to whine, “but the cooks prepared more.”

“That is not the point, you made us wait,” Loki bit out, still holding Y/N’ arm tightly in his.

“You two better get cleaned up,” Thor spoke, changing the subject and immediately going back the way he came, his ego a little more deflated.

“I will go…,” Y/N began, moving to pull her arm out of his but Loki held her put.

“No, use my chambers, I insist,” he admitted, tugging her to follow to his chambers.

“The guest are…,” she began but allowed him to continue to lead her.

‘Oh come-on,’ Strange thought to himself impatiently, wanting the two to hurry up, not sure he could follow through with it if he had to watch anymore of this young romance blooming.

“Not fit for you, my lady,” Loki smiled down at her, blush rising up in her cheeks once again but Loki knowing better than to draw attention to it for fear of being cut.

“Ok,” she finally lamented as they paused at what he guessed was Loki’ quarters.

‘Now’s the time,’ he thought watching the chamber doors open, Y/N stepping in and the doors shutting.

Turning to walk back towards the bath, shedding her sword and shield to place them on the chase that sat just in the doorway she couldn’t help but to think of a bright future, one filled with Loki oddly enough. Toeing her muddy boots off outside of the baths before opening the door to step in.

A sinking filling taking bated breath as she emerged into a field of grass, a cliff in front of her and the ocean beyond that, a Midgardian landscape. Heart thudding loudly while calling her seidr to turn and look around the open field, alone utterly alone and preparing to call out to Loki.

“For what it's worth,” a man’s voice began remorsefully at her back where the cliff was and spinning ready to fight.

“I'm sorry,” the sorcerer finished, stepping forward to keep her from calling out to anyone, it was all Strange could do at the moment to keep Heimdall from discovering what he had done.

“Where, Lo…,” Y/N began, almost in a panic realizing the sorcerer was more powerful than she was at that moment in her life.

“I’m sorry, it's to save Midgard, it has to happen,” the sorcerer continued, taking her seidr so he could come closer, watching her stumble back on her ass, reaching back for the dagger she kept there, the dagger that wasn’t there now.

“Why does it need saving,” she whimpered watching him come closer, stopping inches from her splayed legs to kneel.

“You’ll understand when it's all over, I have to leave you here, but not for long, I’ll come back for you and make it right. I'm sorry I don’t have time to explain,” he continued, moving to reach out to her, but that was a mistake.

Quick to her feet, Y/N kicked Strange in the face on her way, turning to run across the field to gods knew where, but hoping to get far enough away to call to Heimdall. A burning ring around her ankles told her that it may not happen as she was jerked into the dirt, flopping over to her back, calling her seidr, a burning pain shooting through her body while she forcefully called it back. Seidr hitting the sorcerer in the chest to unwrap the burning hold his own had on her ankles, but Y/N had exhausted herself to call it back and collapsed to the crushed grass.

“I'm sorry, it want be long, I will be back for you,” was all he could think to say to the young woman while looking down at her exhausted body, blood trickling from her nose and mouth.

Tear rimmed eyes looked up at him in anguish, questioning why her, throat bobbing as she tried to swallow around the lump he figured was forming while trying to sit up but failed. How could he do this, he thought, his heart finally shattering to thousands of shards as he knelt next to her, calloused hand pushing the sweat matted hair from her forehead to take her memories, permanently. Hoping that the place his vision had showed him to drop her was the right one because there was no time to know for sure. It would be a harsh life with the Ostmen if he wasn’t able to get through to his past self to retrieve her and hold her in the Sanctorum.

“I'm so sorry,” was the last words he would speak to her.

Sitting up in darkness, slightly chilled and alone in the middle of a field of grass, wondering how she got there before hearing something the left. Getting to bare feet slowly to look in the direction of the noise spotting several men clad in furs and one holding a light aloft. This wasn’t right was it?

“Where did you come from beautiful one,” the one holding the light asked, his voice though gruff had a kind tone to it, stepping forward and flanked by the others, three in all.

“I don’t know,” Y/N answered boldly, her own voice sounding alien due to the language she used, their native language, standing her ground as the one who spoke stopped, holding the light so they could all see each other clearly.

Looking the men up and down, noting their dress, finding a familiarity in the cloth that covered them     and the furs that laid across their shoulders, weapons strapped to their sides, one at the back even carrying a shield who looked to be the oldest of the group and even their beards had a familiarity all their own. The one with the light seemed to be the youngest, towering over her, but the way he stood told her that he commanded authority. Lastly, the other looked to be middle aged, but cocky, something that she noted in the leering look he fixed her with.

“The seeress told us that the gods would send us a gift. Did the gods send you here,” the man spoke, daring to reach out to take her chin in his rough hand.

Continuing to take in their appearance, the word Ostmen echoing through her memory that didn’t seem to return anything but that word and a slight pounding to her skull when attempting to recall more. The one with the light taking advantage of her semi-addled state to tilt her face this was and that, even holding her chin up slightly to look at her un-marked neck.

“What do they call you,” the man asked her, his stature not much taller than her own, but he was bulkier, something about his bulk remined her of someone, but who, and forcing herself to focus to take a step back.

“I don’t know that either,” she admitted eyeing them all still unsure if they were a threat or not but having the filling she could take care of herself, reaching to the small of her back on instinct and wrapping her hand around the cold metal handle that resided there.

The one holding the torch continued looking at her closely, nothing marked her as a slave, a wife or claimed war prize. The young woman’s build telling them she was well taken care of and could very well protect herself if the need arose. Her leathers looked to have been meticulously fitted to her by someone that had fretted over details, from the laced sides of the pants to the shoulders that sported metal guards depicting something out of myth. The stature of her young adept body telling him that she was possibly a shield maiden but not sure of what clan she originated having never seen any with her features around, almost a goddess like appearance to her hair and eyes that danced in the fire light beautifully. The dried blood on her face standing out making it a disgrace that she was made to bleed.

“Then allow me to take you to the seeress, maybe she can help,” the man offered, holding out his hand and watching the young woman step back and drawing a beautiful gold and silver dagger, a snake engraved in the fuller.

“Easy little one, I'm not going to hurt you,” he spoke, making sure to show that he wasn’t going for any weapon and allowing her space, forcing the other two back.

“Our camp is below this ridge, back that way,” the man explained, hinting out to the faint light that she now noticed, continuing to hold the dagger close in one hand while her free hand went to her hip to rest on the push dagger that …. someone important had given her.

“Where am I,” she asked cautiously, something telling her to get her bearings before the fight.

“Danelagh,” he responded, the men still staying relaxed as not to provoke her, if she was what the seeress spoke of then they wanted no part of the fight that resided in her.

“Danelagh,” she asked, trying to remember where that was exactly, head beginning to ache but staying focused on the three.

“Yes, a successful outing I may add, and we return to Norrvegr shortly,” he informed her gently as if speaking to a child, one that began to cautiously inch around the group to glance quickly in the direction of camp.

“The seeress, they down there,” she asked, nervousness threatening to show itself snapping attention back to the men, more particularly the one who stood behind the torch bearer and was inching towards her.

The one with the torch turning on the man who had been eyeing her like a piece of meat, moving towards her. The torch wielder not making a sound as he drew his sword to knock the man on his ass.

“If she is who the seeress spoke of the gods themselves will strike us down,” the torch bearer bellowed at the other that laid sprawled out on the ground and turning back to the woman.

“She is nothing special! Look at her! Little shield maiden is shaking in fear,” the one on the ground spat back hinting to the young woman who looked worriedly at the group.

“Then go for her, find out what happens,” the one with the torch spat.

Features hardening the moment the man stepped forward, drawing his sword, but by then it was too late. The young woman, despite her larger stature for a shield maiden of their clan was lithe on her bare feet, grabbing his blade with her gauntlet protected hand to jerk it free and shoving the dagger into his skull. The moment over in a matter of seconds as the Ostmen slumped to the ground dead. Turning to the other two with blood dripping from the dagger and standing at the ready.

“Cunt,” the old man with the shield spat at the dead body, kicking it on his way to step in front of the young woman, towering over her more so than the torch holder and sizing her up before looking back to the other.

“Still a little runty, but then again still young,” he grunted before making a wide birth of her and hobbling down to the camp leaving the woman to puzzle after him and the torch wielder still puzzling over her.

“You are a scrappy little thing aren’t you,” he observed as he got closer, sheathing his sword, moving around her like the one with the shield, pausing less than a few feet from her, but far enough should she attack he had a chance at protecting himself.

“Care to join me, little warrior? Or should I call you Gyda? It will be awfully lonely out here when we leave, and the people of this land may not take to well to a lone shield maiden should they find you,” the man commented, watching her with a cautious smile, reaching back towards her cautiously and motioning down the hill.

“If I am to be called Gyda, then what do I refer to you as,” she asked, stepping forward, dagger still in her hand but at her side so he couldn’t take it easily.

The man cocking his head at how proper she spoke, it was odd to his ears, seeing as only nobility and certain others spoke that way, leaving him questioning what the seeress had been shown and had refused to speak off till he brought her before them.

“Bjorn,” the man responded, watching as the young woman carefully made her way down the hill with him.

Gyda sensed no hostility, perhaps quite the opposite when accompanying him to the camp, staying close once they entered, sure to take in her surroundings while stepping down to the shoreline, and the man hinting out to a ship on the water as well as a small boat beached on shore.

“Have a seat, it's safer for you on the ship,” he hinted, Gyda turning to notice that a crowd of men had gathered to watch what was taking place and Bjorn shedding all his weapons before motioning her to take a seat in the boat and wading ankle deep to push it off.

“The seeress,” she questioned, following her gut and getting into the boat at his prompting, noticing how young and lithe he looked compared to the others now that he was devoid of his bulky weapons and garments, was he a leader of some sorts?

“In Norrvegr, where I am to take you,” he spoke the moment the boat was shoved out into the water and jumping in to  grab the paddles.

“You said. What, why the ship, why….,” she was beginning to ramble, her head aching worse at the thoughts of what laid ahead and the attempts at retrieving memories at the same time, causing her to squint at the one in front of her, his form felt as if it was trying to drag out the memory of another that was young, lithe, another with emerald eyes that sparkled with a golden light.

“My men are wonderful at their profession, but I do not trust them with women they do not know, you will rest better there, it seems you have not had a good day,” Bjorn admitted to Gyda who was squinting at him, sheathing the dagger and rubbing between her eyes in an attempt to clear her head.

“No, I don’t believe I have,” she admitted looking up to realize that they were at the ship, and Bjorn stood, hand outstretched once more to help her to her feet and onto the ship.

Carefully Bjorn helped Y/N step on board, swiftly following behind, barking harshly to the ones stationed on board to step back and ordering another to go gather the men to leave while directing her below decks.

“My quarters,” he informed as they entered a room illuminated by a single candle, but she was able to see perfectly oddly enough, looking at the meager furnishings, a small bed, chair and what looked to be a chamber pot.

The light touch that caressed over her armored shoulder had her spinning on Bjorn who quickly stepped out of the way managing to relieve her of both daggers and forcefully sit her on the straw mattress. Holding tightly to the struggling young woman, it was all he could do to keep her in place,  the young woman stronger and quicker than any other, man or woman, he had come up against.

“Please my goddess! I'm not going to hurt you! I don’t wish to bring down the wrath of the gods themselves by hurting you,” he ordered her, and she finally stopped fighting, chest heaving and the plate of armor that resided their glittering in the light, a divot where an insignia had been.

“The seeress was very clear, and I trust everything that she tells me,” he admitted, watching the candle light catching her eyes.

“Beautiful goddess of Asgard,” she heard Bjorn speak under his breath while he studied Y/N.

“Asgard,” Gyda asked puzzled, the word trying to conjure something, but nothing came of it, the look on Bjorn’s face telling her that he didn’t mean to speak out load.

“Yes, Asgard. Have you never heard of it,” he puzzled down at her as he released her to stand to his full height.

“No, what is it,” she questioned.

‘God what have I done,’ Strange admitted, looking to be sure that the right man found her, the one that would keep her safe till his now past self could retrieve her.

It still made him sick, of all the possible out comes this had to be the one that would drive Loki fall and found himself hoping that for once his powers where correct in the path it showed, sacrificing this young woman’s life, possibly wellbeing to bring down Thanos. But he couldn’t win, Thanos needed to be defeated, it was to save billions, it was for the greater good. He would have to be the one to bear the consequences if this came back to bite them all in the ass. Hoping when he made it back to fetch her, to hide her in the Sanctorum, to return her to Loki that he hadn’t turned her into a monster, another to defeat.

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