#shapeshifterofmischief

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Britney should have known it was a bad idea. Sneaking off to a whole other realm was not something she normally did. But she had been in trouble and if the people caught her, she would be tortured again. And she couldn't go through that.

If only she had know that following a man through a cave, which was apparently a secret entrance to Asgard, would've led to this she would've ran in the other direction.

Because right now she was about to be executed. She hadn't even done anything. Well she had but it wasn't that bad. She hadn't meant for people to actually die.

She just wanted to have some fun. Stir things up a bit. But her little prank had gotten two royal warriors killed. In her defense, she had tried to save them. But they had triggered her powers and ended up burnt alive. When she got scared she couldn't control her powers.

It had started when the purple haired, violet eyed troublemaker decided that pretending to be a dragon would be a grand idea. Of course she hadn't intended to do any real damage. But the warriors coming towards her had began to stab the girl in dragon form. And it scared her enough to trigger her powers and set the warriors up in purple flames.

Once she realized what she had done, she changed back and rried to heal them. But the new warriors running towards her captured her before she could. And now she was about to be executed.

Surely if you were in her spot, the choice of either being put into a system of ravaging gladiators or being a simple handmaiden would have been easy. Of course, Lyra had gone with the latter when she ended up on Sakaar.

How she got there was faint, a distant memory by now, as it had been years since her disappearance. Had she the opportunity to see Asgard again, she would, by all means! This was no where near her ideal job and if she would have known what her occupation had entailed, she would have gone with the champion arena without hesitation.

Dressing in such revelaing clothing, having to walk in heels... Wearing makeup everyday, much too excessive. At least she was able to convince the others to let her keep her hair the way it was.

As today was but another day, in the small dorm-like room that she shared with a couple of other women: get up, wash her face, brush her hair and teeth, brush her teeth again, put makeup on and her outfit. The women amongst her room talked, though, of a man who had been brought in. They sppke of him as some highly figure, who hadn’t even been given the chair.

Perhaps sometime during her shift she would be able to see this man they spoke of.

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Things could have been better. Everything, honestly, could have been better. Being laid off from work, having to move in with her brother and his husband. It was a two-room flat, and since the married couple only shared one room, they both said it was alright for her to use this one for now. Oh, she felt awful about it. Of course, Eitri didn’t mind. Not one bit. He loved his little sister being around so he could pester her.

She had stayed with them for about a month now, and with Eitri’s help, had managed to locate some jobs and send in her resumes to them. Each day, one came back, all not accepting her in. With the luck she had, she’d have to take up... Lesser, more informal jobs, that she’d rather not have.

So, the night she sent one last resume out, before laying down, she sat on the end of the bed and sat with her head down, fingers laced together. “Dear lord, I don’t ask for much. I never have. But I need something. I need some help. I can’t mooch off my brother forever... and I can’t seem to get a decent job to support myself. I know I don’t go to church much, but if there’s anyone up there. Send some help. Anything. Anyone... Please.”

There was but a handful of harvestable vegetables and plants from her garden and her family’s field. The cattle was near starving and surely was not near as filling to eat, due to the fact that they could barely feed them.

Snow didn’t stop for days on end, the bitter cold biting at anyone who dared step outside. It covered the fields and hills and Lyra was damned to find out what was causing this horrible season. It was worse than no other before that she had experienced, and she had a feeling it was the frost devil on the mountain.

Story told, there was a beast on the mountain, one of blue blood and eyes fiery with the intent to kill. No one dared go up that mountain where it was told to be, but Lyra had to figure out what this was. So she trekked with her finest, thickest furs on to the mountain top where he was said to dwell, a perilous day’s journey that left her exhausted.

Still, she peevailed and managed to reach her destination, looking around for the beast through the blizzard winds that pelted her.

// @shapeshifterofmischief only if you'd like to, we already have multiple threads and you have several ones' with others. The idea just popped up in my mind 😅. Sorry for dragging you into this.//

"We can't do this anymore." Regardless of how much I want to

She runs a hand through her dark locks, taking a deep breath.

"You are engaged, we had our share of fun...but I rather we end this now..."

Before I don't have the strength to refuse you and we get tangled up with each other again

Her green eyes get glassy from unshed tears.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, before she finds it in herself to look him in the eyes again.

"I-I broke my promise to you...that I'd be content with this...with having a clandestine relationship...that it'd be enough."

She sighs, nervously findling with her hands.

"It hurts...hurts too much to know that I-I...can't be with you out in the open...that you are to marry somebody else..."

She sniffles, sitting down in an armchair, burying her face in her hands, she can't believe she is doing this to hersef to him.

"To continue on with our relationship...like it has a future, like we,"

She looks up at him with tear stained cheeks.

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Sif was in the middle of an important business meeting when she, between the talking voices, heard her phone vibrate within her purse. Knowing that this gathering was far too important for her to interrupt by reaching into her bag and pulling out her cell phone to talk to someone else, Sif kept still in her seat, forcing her attention back on the matters at hand.

The vibrating stopped. Thank god.

Only to start up again a minute later.

“What do you think Sif? Should we buy the company’s stock?” 

Sif blinked, attention going back to her colleagues, who were all currently staring at her. “The company’s stock?” She had missed the last bit of argument regarding it. “Well, I think we should do more research before we proceed.” A safe answer.

“She has a point,” a coworker, Phil, pointed out. “We don’t know much about that market, and this would be the first time we put money into it.”

“Okay...” the team leader nodded, considering their statements. “Sif, I’d like you and Phil to look into this. See what you can dig up about the company’s stats and earnings as well as their market.”

“Of course, Sir,” Sif nodded, noticing that her phone was going off for the third time now. “Could you please excuse me one moment?” she suddenly asked, already getting to her feet, a hand grasping her bag. 

“Sure. We’re pretty much wrapping this meeting up anyway,” her boss remarked as he motioned for her to excuse herself.

She did, moving out of the glass conference room and into the hall, letting the door close shut behind her. Quickly, she pulled out her phone, seeing she had four missed calls from Jane. Confused as to why the physicist, who was supposed to be going back to work today, would be calling her, Sif called the number back.

“Hello?” a man’s voice. Sif’s heart sank as she cradled the phone to her ear. 

“Who is this? What are you doing with Jane’s phone?” Sif questioned, looking back towards the room from which she came. Phil was looking at her, lifting a brow as if to ask if everything was okay.

“Is this Miss Nilsson?” the man asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. There’s been an accident, and both Mr and Mrs Odinson are currently in the hospital.”

“O-oh,” Sif stammered, her heart rising up into her throat. “Are they okay? What about their baby?”

“Their baby is currently with child protective services...I’m going to need you to come down to the hospital, Miss Nilsson. Your friends are in critical condition...” 

“What about Mr Odinson’s brother? Did you contact him?” Sif found herself asking. She wasn’t very fond of Loki, as they had never gotten along after he had cut off her braids in middle school. 

“We reached him. My partner is currently talking to him.” 

“And forgive you for what exactly?” Loki feels his illusion flicker at his rage, briefly showing his Jotun form while he’s turned. “Just…go, you have my forgiveness.” He takes a deep breath.

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Loki smiles at her kindly. “Thank you, dear.” He just found her so intriguing. “I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boss though.” Loki kisses her hand gently. “Call me any time you want to talk.” He scribbles his phone number on a piece of paper.