Torunn Thorsdottir

The station was busy, phones ringing, people hurrying around, and there were more than a few who were loudly protesting their arrests. Sif had long mastered the art of ignoring the craze, she sat at her desk, poring over case notes until she glimpsed Torunn out of the corner of her eye.

      She immediately smiled and stood, pulling her daughter into a hug. She took her cappuccino with a thankful expression.

Torunn feels a touch of nostalgia whenever she enters the police department where her mother works. As a child, she often visited Sif while she was on duty, spending entire days at the station watching what her mother did. Because of those fond memories, the usual chaos that comes with a busy police department neither frightens nor bothers her.

The teenager weaves her way through the small crowd to her mother's desk and happily returns the tight hug before handing her the cappuccino. Laughing softly, she sets her shopping bags on the empty chair beside Sif's desk.

"Only half the store, thank you very much." Torunn teases with a shrug. "I had to restock my makeup and soccer gear. Somehow, I always run out of both at exactly the same time."

She then holds out a small paper bag. "I got you a chicken wrap, because I know you've probably forgotten to eat lunch again."

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The mention of the tragic pink-haired disaster of 2026. The one where the tub was stained a light pink that had to be bleached out, & when Hope wanted to change her style, it wouldn't come out. Sure, magic was there to cover up her mistake, but it was still funny. Hope's eyes opened. She could see Torunn through the mirror in her room. A chuckle comes from her lips. ❝I remember having to go to the tub with bleach after it was done.❞ But it was so worth it. Hope's head moved slightly for a moment before she remembered to keep still.

❝At least in Norway, there aren't people worried about a serial killer being in their midst.❞ Hope said bitterly. But in reality, a change of scenery would do wonders for her. Connecting with the people of Asgard would also help, even if this was a temporary band-aid. Eventually, Hope would have to learn how to deal with these actions, but today was not the day.

❝I would love to go to a spa in Norway.❞ Hope shifts slightly in the chair. Blue eyes broke contact with the figure in the mirror that she had been watching for the last three minutes, which was doing her hair, to look at her cat, which was comfortably lying on her cat tree. ❝Valkyrie would also love to hang out with your cat.❞

"I still remember the look on Aunt Hayley's face when she found us in the middle of cleaning the bathroom." Torunn giggles, remembering how panicked they had been over the state of the bathroom and how her hair had somehow backfired and ended up 80% pink. Now, though, she was glad that what had once been a nightmare for them had turned into a funny memory.

The young Asgardian lets Hope's comment about her being a serial killer brush over her, mainly because she had not expected those words to come out of her best friend's mouth. She also found herself unsure of how to respond, so she simply says nothing and nods instead, confirming that she had heard Hope.

"Well, you'll be pleased to know that Erik misses Valkyrie and would very much enjoy a playdate with her." Torunn smiles as she finishes Hope's braid, tying it off with the hair tie she plucks from her wrist.

"Done!" she declares, gently squeezing Hope's shoulder before taking a step back so she can admire her work.

"I have no problem with leaving tonight. I'd also like to avoid the twins." She shudders slightly at the thought of running into those girls. "How does meeting me outside in the driveway in fifteen minutes sound?"

"Ah, who cares. We survived an apocalypse. What are they gonna do, ground me?"

"You may think that this is funny. But it's not to me. I like you alive."

"I can be nice. I'm nice to you! And I'm nice to your idiot brothers, aren't I?"

"Bold words. Since you always skip the 'why' and go straight to telling me, that I'm grounded."

Sif violated near every traffic law as she sped towards the hospital. The unspoken rules of law enforcement, saw not a single officer attempted to stop her, and she couldn’t lie, it was convenient. But it was a pale comfort, it didn’t bring her any relief. Because if any idiot had pulled her over, she would have shot them and kept going.

Something happened to her baby, Torunn was hurt.

      She pulled into the parking lot and hurried into Emergency, asked for her daughter and was directed to a waiting room. The nurse at the desk seemed nervous, warily looking at Sif, then shooting a glance down the wide hall which she needed to go.

      Sif was on the warpath. Her concern, written on her face, did not fade when she spotted the familiar goons she’d almost grown accustomed to. They were about as subtle as a God damn bomb. She omitted the veil of contempt for them entirely, considering they had only one job and had failed at it. She saw Thor only for a second, before there was an odd sound and he took off running down the opposing hall—

      Panic overtook her. Sif ran after him, mind conjuring the worst scenarios in her mind as he disappeared into a room. What was that noise? Was someone hurting her daughter? The noise stopped, but that meant nothing. Thor could very well be beating some bastard to death–

      She stepped inside. He wasn’t in the midst of murder; there wasn’t some hitman trying to kill her daughter. 

      Torunn’s head was bandaged, her hand was bleeding, she looked tired, and afraid, and—

      “Torunn!” She exclaimed, hurrying to the bedside and hugging her daughter. “Oh my god, Torunn!” Sif’s voice threatened to crack as every dreadful, terrible thought she’d carried into the hospital proved untrue. Torunn was alive, she was okay. “Are you… what happened?”

      She pulled away so she could look at her husband, searching for an answer. “What happened?”

Then, suddenly, she hears loud footsteps racing down the hallway. It dawns on her that they could be coming for her.

Instant panic surges through her. It means she made too much noise and has now attracted unwanted attention. For it could be the dark figure or the man who shot her, coming back to finish the job. Her heart begins to pound against her ribs as she glances frantically around for another way out, every second feeling shorter than the last. But there isn't, it's just one way in and one way out.

So she does the only thing she can do and braces herself, preparing to fight if she must. The footsteps come to an abrupt halt, and a familiar figure appears in the doorway.

Her father.

The sight of Thor causes the smallest sigh of relief to escape her lips. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders, but not nearly enough. The fear remains, stubborn and heavy in her chest. Torunn still doesn't know how she got to the hospital. She doesn't know what happened after she passed out in the alley. More importantly, she doesn't know whether the man responsible is still out there and trying to get her.

Her fingers tighten around the railing, as a dozen questions rush through her mind at once. She opens her mouth, eager for answers, desperate for some kind of clarity. Also to find out why her mother isn't with him, does she not know what happened?.

"Papa-" The word catches slightly in her throat. Her voice quieter than she intends. "How did I get here? Where's mama?"

Thankfully, she doesn't have to wait for Thor to answer when suddenly her mother appears in the room and rushes to her side. Torunn immediately hugs Sif back just as tightly, sobbing as she does, as all the emotions she has been experiencing suddenly become too much for her.

When Sif pulls back to look at Thor and ask what happened, Torunn scrambles to grab her arms with both hands, panic rising at the thought that she might leave her. Frantic words spill from her lips.

“I was shot, Mama!”

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Part of him wished he didn't feel so conflicted about this; he hated the whole idea of letting somebody take care of him, and his girlfriend feeling like she needed to dress him felt a little weird. He was too independent, too fiercely self-reliant. Set in his ways, despite having to think on his feet living on the edge his entire life. But he could feel the care that had gone into the simple act of buying a couple bags' worth of shirts for him. She'd put thought into it, considered his feelings and personal style. The last thing he needed to do was bristle and push her away just because she'd wanted to do something nice for him.

Her mouth fell open.

"I'll have you know, Francis, that I am not an animal." She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. "I simply value being clean and possessing decent clothing." The Asgardian lifted her chin with all the dignity of a queen who had just been gravely insulted, just for dramatics.

Then Francis pulled the arrows shirt from the collection, which she is completely unapologetic, about having hidden it among the other shirts. Torunn's carefully maintained look of false indignation immediately crumbled. A small laugh escaped her lips, "I had to make sure you were still sticking to your brand."