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--- 𝚆 𝙴 𝙻 𝙲 𝙾 𝙼 𝙴 𝙷 𝙾 𝙼 𝙴
005. F I V E. 🔨💭🏛

VIOLA walked alongside her brothers in the hallway of rowdy students. She looked at the drawing she had done that previous night of the woman she kept seeing in her books but also the same woman her grandmother had of her.

She learned that the woman was actually the Goddess of Death, and her name oddly enough was Hela. Much like her middle name, Hela. The thought of the woman struck Viola in a strange way; her looks, dark long hair, dark clothes, she resembled darkness. And her name--

She was nudged by Laurits who. noticed his twin's daydreaming state. The dark haired girl hadn't realized she and her brothers now stood by their lockers.

"Sorry." She uttered as her brother gave her an odd look. Ignoring him she opened her locker and rummaged through grabbing her books.

"Did you guys know Isolde is named after an opera by Wagner?" Magne asked.

"Hitler also liked Wagner." Laurits added.

"How do you know?" Viola rose a brow at him teasingly, Laurits rolled his eyes at her with a smile.

Magne shook his head at the two before making his way over to where Gry, Saxa and their friends sat.

Viola observed the two, Laurits watched in amusement.

"Hi, did you read what I wrote?" Magne asked the blonde who smiled up at him, her cheeks were tinted pink slightly.

"Hey, and yes it was good." Gry nodded.

"Are you also going to the mountains tomorrow?" Magne asked as Viola walked over to Magne, Saxa looked at the dark haired girl then to her much taller brother.

"It's by invitation only, and so . . ." Hilde piped up, eyeing the two in distaste.

"I didn't realize you owned the mountain." Viola said sassily. Saxa smirked slightly as the brunette sent a glare to the small Seier, "It's free to roam, no?"

"It's dangerous." Saxa remarked looking at the dark haired girl and shaking her head.

"Isolde is coming with us too." Magne said as Saxa glanced over to the short haired girl with a unreadable expression. "So, maybe you'd--"

Gry looked about to respond to the blonde only for a voice to interrupt the group.

"Hey!" Fjor called out leaning against the threshold of the hallway, "I have a better idea for what we can do tomorrow. Our parents are away so the house is empty. Let's stay in town and have the place to ourselves." Fjor suggested looking between the group who nodded at the idea than to Viola who remained expressionless.

"Holy shit, that's awesome! " Oscar said in excitement.

Gry looked up at Magne and nodded, "That works out well for me too, you should come?" She said with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, hopping the blonde would rather join them than continue to hike.

"What are you gonna do up there?" Saxa asked Magne ignoring her brother's proposal for a party.

"Go see the glacier." Isolde piped up now walking next to Magne looking down at the blonde.

"That's not a good idea. There's landslides." Saxa explained.

"Just come to the party." Fjor spoke up now walking over to the three, he glanced to Viola who avoided his eyes.

Isolde gave the blonde a sarcastic smile, "I'm sure we'll be just fine." Saxa and Fjor eyed the group, more specifically Isolde. "I've been up there before and it's not like you people actually own the mountain."

"Actually, we do." Fjor denied in. "That part of the mountain has belonged to our family, like, forever. So . . ."

"Like, Viola said, it's free to roam, no?" Isolde asked as Fjor pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Yes, it's basically you can go wherever you like." Gry nodded slightly.

"At your own risk. But you already know that." Fjor said looking at now Viola who offered a small smirk his way, his lips twitched upwards slightly.

"Right?" Saxa asked.

"Of course." Isolde answered with a arrogant smile on her lips.

Viola pursed her lips as the bell rang above them.

She muttered a goodbye to Isolde and Magne before making her way down the hallway.

"Hey, wait up." A voice said behind the raven haired girl. Viola turned around seeing Saxa smiling down at her. "Hey, you're not actually going up there are you?"

Viola shrugged, "Yeah, think it'd be pretty cool." She said.

Fjor loomed to the side observing his sister and the Seier twin.

"Yeah, but anything can happen up there. There's wild animals, landslides, you can really hurt yourself, or even your brother." Saxa said trying to discourage her from going.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. We can get off if it gets too risky." She explained adjusting her hold to her books, "I should get to class before I'm late." Viola said stepping back only to have Saxa take hold of her arm, Viola's brows furrowed as she looked up at the blonde with narrowed eyes.

Saxa swallowed harshly and let go, "I'm sorry. Just thought maybe we can have like have a girls night or something." She said cringing at her suggestion. Viola eyed her skeptically but nodded slowly. "Okay cool." Saxa breathed out and offered her a small smile.

Viola nodded and walked away hurriedly.

"Girl's night?" Fjor mocked from next to his sister watching the raven haired girl disposer down the hallway.

"At least I'm trying. They can't go up there." Saxa sent a glare over to her brother. "Get her to not go, I'll try with Magne. Maybe Gry can convince him to come to this lame ass party you've decided to throw. What are you a party planner now?"

Fjor stifled an eye roll, Saxa sighed, "Stop them."

VIOLA sat in her bedroom eyes glued to the canvas in front of her. Her hand sore across the surface, black dust smudged against her fairly tanned skin. Half drawn canvases decorated her walls and floors. It looked as if a tornado had gone through her room. Scribbles of black ink was seen on their tops.

It was odd, she was known to be quite creative when it came to her drawings and paintings but these were - creepy, as Turid had simply put it.

She asked her sons if Viola was having her dreams again and the two denied the thought. Viola was prone to having very gruesome and descriptive dreams just before and after her father's death. Dreams no six year old should be able to comprehend let alone departure to their mother.

Guidance councillors blamed it on her trauma on losing her father so early on. As Magne to was seen with his own problems.

She'd often bury herself into reading or even sketching, though her drawings varied from butterflies, to landscapes and even portraits. But when Turid had come a across of a sketch of her late husband and how he had been found on the night of his death - it frightened the woman at how her six year old daughter was able to draw it so accurately the way their town's police department had known of.

Magne knocked on his sister's door but entered upon seeing the mess of her room. His mouth fell ajar as he eyed the canvases and coffee coloured papers. He tilted his head as he placed his fingertips on one, it looked as if it was a head of wavy hair laying upon rocks near a body of water.

He looked to his sister, "Vi, dinner is ready." He said only to receive no response. "Vi?" He asked walking over and placing his hand on her shoulder, Viola dropped her khol pencil and blinked out of her daze. "You okay?" He asked looking down at her as she nodded her head. Magne and her walked away and out of the attic.

"Did you know that beef generates eight times as much CO2 as chicken?" Magne asked his family as Turid had placed the meat for their tacos on the wooden table.

"Really? But it's Taco Friday." Turid frowned.

Laurits looked from Magne over to Viola who stared at her plate. "Magne has become a member of Greenpeace." He muttered.

Magne scrunched his nose at his brother, "Shut up, Laurits."

"But it's true. You're sounding more and more the same as that new little friend of yours, Isolde. I'm surprised Viola hasn't made posters for you guys yet." He joked.

Turid looked to her oldest, "Do you have a - Is this girl that you are-" She asked making a taco for Viola.

"No!" Magne denied.

"Mom, don't get all excited. She's a lesbian." Laurits explained as Magne looked at him incredulously. "My gaydar never fails. Thought Vi would have pointed it out sooner." He said as the raven haired girl silently ate her taco her mom had made for her.

"There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian." Turid said, "What's important is that she's your friend." She said with a smile placing her hand over Magne's forearm.

"We're going to the mountains tomorrow." Magne added.

"Tomorrow?" Turid asked as Magne nodded, "Ah, I needed Viola to grab me some paint from the shop downtown. I'm painting the house Lavender." Laurits cringed, where as Magne frowned. "I needed some help, maybe another time?"

"Well we set it up for tomorrow . . ."

"It's fine. I'll go with you guys another time." Viola spoke up finally.

"Are you sure?" Turid asked her daughter who nodded. "I forgot to ask," She looked to Magne, "Where are your glasses? Why aren't you wearing them? Are you ashamed or embarrassed?"

"No." Magne denied.

"It's 'cause he's trying to impress this chick called Gry." Laurits chimed in.

"No." Magne sighed, "I'm starting to see better without glasses. I don't know why."

"But you should use them. You mustn't let anything prevent you from practicing your reading." She stressed.

Magne ignored his mother's words, "Do we have a pair of hiking boots?" He asked changing the topic.

"Could it be a phase that Isolde's going-" Turid continued.

"Uh, no, it's definitely not a phase." Laurits denied.

"Many people go through phases."

"Upstairs in the closet bottom right." Viola said to Magne before biting into her taco, the blonde's brows knitted together in confusion.

"When I was sixteen I had a crush on a friend of mine . . ."

"Those stories of when you were sixteen, can we skip them while we're eating tacos?" Laurits asked their mother.

"All right, fine."

VIOLA walked down the stone pathway towards the shops. She smiled down at her phone at the photos both Magne and Isolde had taken with one another and of the view of the mountains. A part of her wished she was able to have gone with the two rather than go get paint for her mother, she inwardly rolled her eyes.

Rounding the corner she bumped into a hard chest, a pair of hands held her up right. Viola looked up and was met with warm hazel eyes.

"Always falling for me?" Fjor teased as she let out a huff brushing his hands off of her. "I'm only joking." Viola scoffed, "I thought you were going to the mountains?" He asked in confusion wondering why she was in town rather than with Isolde and Magne. "You all cancelled?"

"Uh, no. I had to get paint for my mother. We're redoing the house." She answered as Fjor nodded in understanding, "Anyways, Isolde and Magne went up there." She shrugged.

Fjor chewed on his lip before offering his assistance, "Do you need any help?" He asked as she rose a brow at him but decided on not to question him.

"Sure." She let out a small sigh knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Fjor smiled widely now, "What colour?" He asked referring to the paint she would be picking up.

"Don't laugh." She warned as he held up his pinky finger signalling he swore. Viola shook her head at his childish behaviour. She smiled lightly as her cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, "Lavender . . ."

"Seriously?" He asked biting down on his lip only for him to crack a smile.

"Shut up." She shoved him lightly as the approached the paint shop.

"I mean, it's a very pretty colour." He said opening the door for her.

"Shut up."

After grabbing two paint cans and deciding on the many hues of purple Viola decided on one that wasn't too purple but looked more appealing to the eye - even though it was still purple. The two walked alongside one another eating some ice cream.

"It's weird having ice cream in the middle of winter." Viola noted as Fjor glanced over at her licking her vanilla ice cream.

"It's nice though. It isn't a seasonal thing." He said, Viola shrugged. "And while everyone has hot chocolate and tea, we're being authentic with having ice cream." He said proudly. Viola smiled seeing a mother and her two children who also ate ice cream ahead of them two. She nodded towards the small family. "Well, no one paints their house lavender so . . ."

"Shut up." She shook her head as he chuckled.

The two stopped by a bridge near the mountains, they observed the beautiful scenery before them in silence.

Until Fjor spoke up, "Wanna go somewhere?" He asked abruptly as she glanced over at the boy weirdly. "It'll be worth it, I promise."

Viola rose her brow at him, "Just come on." He said taking her hand in his shocking the raven haired girl who looked at his back wide eyed before her cone fell to the floor.

Roughly 10 minutes later the two made their way onto the mountain, in a secluded part. It surprised her how fast they ventured up on the side, granted they weren't on the top but near the middle portion. Though you could see the town fairly well from where they now stood.

It easily could take your breath away.

"Wow." She said just above a whisper.

Fjor nodded shoving his hands into his jean pockets starring ahead of them. Viola glanced over at Fjor and rose a brow, "So, how many girls do you bring up here?"

Fjor chuckled lightly, though he wouldn't admit it but the comment did hurt him. "None." He said honestly. Viola nodded not fully believing him, "I've always came here since - since I was younger. It's nice to get away." Fjor said before taking a seat on the stone ground beneath them.

Viola nodded and mimicked his actions, "It's beautiful." She said in awe.

Fjor nodded, "Exceptionally beautiful." He said glancing over at Vilola who seemed entranced with the view.

"So, why did Jutul's poster child need a get away like this?" She asked looking over to Fjor who looked down briefly.

"My life's more complicated than you think."

Viola looked at him now, "How so?"

Fjor shook his head, "Why dont you tell me about why you left and then I'll return the favour? I did show you this place and I did buy us ice cream." He said with a teasing smirk.

"Ah, well you did make me drop it when you brought me up here." She remarked with a small smile as Fjor let out a loud chuckle; the two smiled at one another before Viola looked away.

Her smile faltered. "My father died." She said
after a moment of silence. Fjor turned and faced Viola, "They said it was an animal attack." Fjor frowned, "It wasn't. But they weren't going to tell us what actually happened. Laurits and I were five, and Magne was six." She explained. "We've been everywhere and anywhere since then. Our mother thought it would be good to come back here for who knows what reason." She said bitterly, Fjor listened silently, "As if the town itself isn't a reminder of what happened."

"Maybe being here now will give you a better memory on Edda?" He suggested, Viola scoffed. "You're not alone here." He assured her placing his hand over her own, the two looked at one another.

Viola glanced away from his intimating eyes and noticed a figure hovering in the distance. "Isolde?"

Fjor's brows furrowed, "What?" He asked as she stood up.

"She's alone." Viola noted as Fjor looked at the girl flew alone. "She's going too fast." She began to panic and began making her way down the side of the mountain ignoring Fjor's calls for her to stop.

"Viola!" Fjor shouted following behind her.

"She's not slowing down!" Viola panicked just as her ankle twisted slightly sending her down the side of the grassy/snowy side.

"VIOLA!" Fjor panicked looking from the raven haired girl than back to Isolde who didn't appear to be slowing down anytime soon.

Reaching Viola he hovered over her and tried to shake her shoulders. Blood decorated her temple as snow dampened her clothes. "Come on, Violet."

Viola's eyes blinked rapidly behind her shut lids as a face appeared before her eyes. A body, water, thunder and lightening, amber eyes, Isolde.

Viola's eyes snapped opened, a golden rim around her pupil that grew substantially larger, the emptiness of black nearly coating her sclera. Fjor staggered backwards before she blinked her eyes turning to their normal browns.

"Isolde." She breathed out sitting up just as a scream was heard in the distance. The two turned their heads seeing Isolde's limp body falling to the snow.

"Fuck." Fjor uttered with wide eyes as Viola stood up ignoring the ache in her ankle and struggled her way down the slippery side, Fjor following behind her.

Fjor looked to the side seeing his father and a sobbing Magne.

"No, no, no! Isolde!" Magne cried into her jacket, "Please! No."

Viola, numbly stumbled back into the rocks behind her as she stared at her dead friend laying on the rocky pathway near a body of water. Thunder and lightening echoed around them. Darkness swallowed up the once blue sky as Magne held Isolde into his arms.

Fjor looked to his father who called the paramedics. He then looked over to Viola who stared at Isolde in pure shock and fear. He slowly made his way over to her as silent tears from her doe eyes.

Fjor wrapped his arms around her frozen figure as she kept her eyes locked on Isolde's limp body.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! ┊
↷. ❪ 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ❫ 🍢🧺🧸🗒

so i looked up hela's abilities in the MCU and i'm gonna kinda incorporate that with Viola alongside the original mythology behind her. but ive also added some abilities that Lydia Martin had in TW and Bonnie Bennett had in TVD. 🖤

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 . . .

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝟥𝟣𝟣𝟪