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o19.     N I N E T E E N.   🔨💭🏛

          THE teenager's eyes stared lifelessly ahead of her. The voices around her faded into white noise slowly but surely. The woman who spoke with the officer glanced to her daughter every so often. She looked a wreak. She probably looked crazy, she knew she did. She hadn't uttered a word to her mother, nor to the sheriff. And why would she? They'd believe the one whose funding their town and not the teenager who cried wolf.

It was no secret her brother had blamed the Jutuls for everything that has occurred in the town -- which was true. But no one would believe them, Viola knew that as her mother spoke with Yngvild about both her son and daughter.

Turid approached her daughter, who didn't move a muscle or look up at her. She just stared ahead with a hard look to departure.

"What were you thinking running off into the woods when I told you to stay with your brother and class!" Turid hissed at her daughter who remained silent, "They said they found you in the woods confused and without a coat, you could have froze to death Viola!" She continued, though the raven haired girl's eyes remained locked on a small group on the other side of the station. "You and Magne are no longer allowed to leave the house"

Turid sighed as she remained silent.

Shaking her head she gestured for her to stand up only her eyes darkened.

Viola stood up and stormed over to the group, Sif stood up immediately and frowned seeing her friend's appearance and void stare.

"I know what you all are." She said as the four stared at her.

"Viola--" Heimdall began but was stopped by the raven haired girl.

"You all lied to me. You knew what the Jutuls are, you knew who I am." She accused as they tried to settle her down only she grew more infuriated with them. "You used me to get to them when you already knew everything. If either of you come near me or my family I will not hesitate to drive a hammer through your skulls."

Sif walked towards her, "Viola, please--"

"Viola!" Turid exclaimed rushing up to her daughter who looked as if she was ready to pounce on the group. Officers hurried after Turid to grab the teenager and drag her away.

"You're all liars!" She shouted, "Let me go!" She struggled against the officers grip.

"I told you we should have told her sooner." Sif frowned watching as she was ushered outside of the station and put into her mother's car.

"That's definitely Hel." Fandral commented referring to the girl's rage, the three sent him a glare, "Just saying." He mumbled.

Heimdall looked at the windows as the car drove away, "Now what?" The big blonde questioned.

"I don't know." Heimdall admitted to Tyr and his friends, "I don't know."

          AT the Jutuls things were slightly different. Fjor ate his breakfast silently next to his sister who scrolled through her phone. Had glanced down to his phone seeing he had no texts -- at least none from a specific raven haired girl. He had spent the night trying to get a hold of her only he had received radio silence.

He thought things were going well and they were. Until she wandered into his father's study. He cursed himself for keeping the photo in the photo album and not hidden in his room. Still a stupid and naive way to think but he didn't expect her to find out the entire truth within a few hours.

He told himself he'd eventually tell her the truth. When? He didn't have the answer. But the mere hours of having her with him, alone, where they spoke about who he was, and how he was able to somewhat admit his feelings towards her -- it felt familiar. He loved and cherished those few moments until shortly after it blew up in his face.

He knew his parents knew about Magne being Thor, whereas Viola was a question mark to them somewhat. He hoped to further that now.

He poured himself some freshly brewed coffee as his mother entered the kitchen.

"Are you going running with the women's group?" Saxa asked.

"Yes. We're working out really hard." Ran said as she grabbed a reusable bottle of water. "Bjorg and Yngvild are pick me up shortly."

"Are you planning to win?" Fjor asked.

"No, no. The important thing for them is to participate." She explained pouring herself some water.

"Ah, mother." Fjor said as she turned to him, "As we know Magne--Thor is back . . ." He said clearing his throat, "I believe however it is only him."

Ran's brows furrowed as Saxa stared at him with squinted eyes, "What do you mean, Fjor?" Heavy footsteps echoed the room as Vidar approached the three. "Where are you going?"

Vidar pulled out a knife from a log.

"He must die." He said simply.

"Vidar, this is--" Ran began but then was back handed by her husband. She glared at him before grabbing a knife to defend herself. The two squared up, "After 3000 years you still think hitting someone makes you a man."

The doorbell rang.

"You aren't doing anything until I come back." She ordered. "Got it?" She said jamming her knife into the log. "Stop him." She said looking to her children and walking to the front door.

Vidar exited the room in irritation.

"Fucking nuts." Fjor joked biting into his pancakes.

"But he's right." Saxa remarked. Fjor looked down cutting his pancakes, "And what was that? Viola isn't Hela."

Fjor paused, "Ah, no. I spoke to her in the Old Tongue and she just laughed. Very confused." He lied as she eyed him carefully. "She thinks I'm even fucking weirder than before."

Saxa gave her brother a look, not believing him but decided on not to push it -- least not at that moment.

Fjor wiped his lips against his napkin before standing up and following after their father, he stopped hesitantly seeing the office door opened. He inhaled sharply before entering the room with a few knocks, his father looked over to him briefly.

"Trym's blood will be avenged by Magne's blood." Vidar assured his son who eyed him. "This is written in the old laws, and they apply to him too."

"Yeah, but--"

"He is a god. And his sister--"

"Doesn't know anything. I, I made sure of it." Fjor said as Vidar's brows furrowed, "She doesn't understand the Old Tongue."

"It still doesn't change the fact her brother is a threat. Plague, wars, climate change, what has that meant for us?" He asked his son who remained silent, "Nothing. But him . . . he can kill us. Understand?"

"The whole town thinks he killed our dog. Who do you think they'll blame if he's cut down with an axe?" He asked logically.

"I don't give a shit." Vidar denied.

"I think you do. You own one of Norway's biggest companies. You're a respected person." Fjor explained.

"And also a giant. Just like you. We belong to an ancient immortal warrior family. We were worshipped. The humans sacrificed to us. We were the first gods."

"And now you're driving a fucking Volvo." Fjor remarked. "You love to just sit on the couch and watch American TV shows, while you're eating candy. You want to give up all that and have to live a life on the run?" He asked hoping he'd stop his foolery. Vidar looked at the axe in his hand as Fjor grabbed it, "That's nostalgia." He flipped it in his hands, "We don't live like that anymore." He said simply placing it back on the wall.

"So? Are we killing them or what?" Saxa entered with a tone of excitement.

"No." Fjor denied. "There'll be no violence this time. We hold all the cards. Teachers, psychologists, juvenile detention is ten times worse." He said as the two before him thought to themselves.

Fjor looked back to his father, his hazel eyes fell onto the desk where one of their family albums sat. "Out." Vidar demanded Fjor who reluctantly exited.

        VIOLA waited outside the office doors, her arms crossed over her chest. Her head was hung low ignoring the curious stares of students that walked passed her. She hadn't a doubt that her little scene at the police station hadn't gotten around town, especially in school. People already knew of Magne killing the Jutul's dog.

Now there wasn't one case of psycho tendencies in the family but rather two.

She hadn't seen the Jutuls that day, not that she cared. But she'd assume she'd at least see Fjor. Trying to come up with an excuse for what-- what she had seen in his families study. Minus the odd text here and there, she thought she'd at least see him.

Then again he probably didn't know she was at school. It was a shock to her mother that she had gotten up and ready this morning after what happened. It was a shock to Viola herself, where had this sudden confidence come from?

It all made sense, now. Why he was always trying to get close to her, he was trying to relive some old fantasy he had. She thought. He was a liar, Heimdall was a liar, Sif, everyone around her was lying and she was sick of it.

She was sick of being treated like some glass doll, when she was far from it.

She was angry.

She was pulled from her thoughts as the door next to her opened. She eyed the bodies that exited, Sindre, Erik, Ran Jutul, Yngvild, then her brother and mother.

"Viola, it's good to see you. Are you doing well?" Ran asked eyeing the girl. Viola met her eye with a dull look in her doe eyes. Ran eyed the faint scratches against her freckled face, from when they had found her in the woods.

Turid guided her children away, though  Viola continued to stare back at the woman with a dull and haunting look in her eyes. Ran swallowed harshly starring back at the girl who slowly turned her head back ahead of her.

           BACK at the Jutuls Fjor sat at the kitchen counter scrolling through his phone to Viola's name. His thumb hovered over the send icon on his iPhone, he then eyed the numerous blue text bubbles that he had sent but received no answer.

He didn't know what to do at this point. He knew she hated him, hated him for lying. He didn't lie entirely just -- he wasn't ready to tell her who she really was. Nor did he know how to, 'by the way we were once deeply and madly in love at one point but you faked your death and your brothers so we'd reunite in the future. But you don't remember any of it, and oh I gave you that necklace the day before you turned on your brothers.'

Fjor cringed at his thought. That wasn't exactly how he imagined it going, then again her seeing a photo of them two wasn't an ideal situation either.

It was all a mess, and he didn't know how to clean it up.

Gnawing on his lip he pressed down on the delete button. He let out a sigh.

"What are you doing?" Saxa asked her brother.

Fjor sparred her glance, "How long's Vidar gonna stay in his office?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Are you looking for this?" Saxa asked holding up a photo. Fjor stood up and eyed it before meeting his sister's eyes. "Are you insane?"

"I was just looking through it--"

"I saw her necklace in your room. I distinctively remember her wearing it when we went to the mountains." Saxa said as Fjor took the photo from her hands rather harshly. "You brought her here!"

"Calm down!" Fjor shook his head.

"No! I had to blow her off as one of my friends!"

"She barely liked you." Fjor remarked.

"Not any less than she liked you." Saxa retorted with a glare.

Fjor glared at her, "You've never fucking had feelings for anyone!" Fjor argued.

Saxa flinched at his words, "That's a lie and we both know that." She said as Fjor's jaw tightened. "You were just so anxious to have her you didn't give a shit about anything. She was in the office."

"She didn't see anything!"

"Bullshit!" Saxa sneered in his face, "She wouldn't have taken it off, and this--" She pointed to the photo in his hand, "Wasn't in it's place. You can't go in there without seeing something. She knows. Do you realize what will happen if I tell Vidar? Hmm?"

Fjor took a threatening step towards the blonde, "You won't do that."

Saxa stared at her brother unsure of what to say, "You're still in love with her aren't you?" She accused Fjor swallowed a lump in his throat. "Answer me!" She shoved him back harshly. Fjor looked away, "Is your love for her so strong that you'd put us all on the line for her again?"

"I wouldn't do that."

"You better hope that it doesn't come down to that. I won't let history repeat itself." She said glaring at him, "Not for her. Not again."

Fjor walked away from her, his jaw tightening, "Jealousy never suited you, sister."

Saxa glared at his back before storming away.

Fjor's gaze fell outside the living room's window. His jaw clenched as he looked down at the photo.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! ┊
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• saxa had a thing for hel?

for my MARVEL and SPN lovers i've made a new book; ULTRAVIOLENCE  and or if you're a fan of The Hunger Games, NO TIME TO DIE is up and well.

hope you're all doing well in this time of hell, my hours got cut so i can update, guess that's something. but i'm hella bored and i can't open Origin to play Sims 4 and i've reached the point where my photo library is filled with Herman Tommeraas, Sebastian Stan, Madison Beer, Ariana Grande, and Jeff Wittek live photos so i can switch my screen saver every day until this shit is over ♡ that's great

stay safe and wash your hands loves 🤍☁️

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