
loki. a name of evil and disgust in norse mythology. From the first creation in ginnungagap to the very end at ragnarok this follows the life of the trickster, the killer, the betrayer, the father, the brother, the god.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 10 - Words: 12,732 - Reviews: 7 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-24-13 - Published: 09-08-12 - id: 3056803
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A/N here is the third chapter of the Norse trickster :) It's the longest so far so I hope you enjoy it and the plot will pick up a bit more in the next chapter so keep reading and reviewing.
Chapter 3 – First steps
Surt kept walking forward for some time. He watched the mountains and volcanoes around him grow taller and even exceed his height. He also noticed the colour of the flames around him become darker shades of red. He walked forward a few more steps and stopped.
'This is going to get me nowhere' Surt thought as struck his sword into the ground and leaned on the hilt. 'i should know this land inside out if I am protecting it but so far all I've seen is a change in colour' He looked around and back the way he came but all he saw was the same terrain in every direction. The same volcanoes, the same fire, the same lava. He still loved this land but he could feel the frustration building. 'How can I protect this land if I don't even know where I am?' then a dark thought entered his mind 'if I'm the only creature in existence then there will be no threat anyway. And if there was one how am I able to defend against it?' Surt saw more red than the flames around him and struck the top of the sword with his fist. With a boom Surtalogi bore further into the ground and sent a flurry of sparks into the air. At this moment despite being taller than most mountains in the area Surt never felt so overwhelmed.
'I don't know how long I've even been travelling or I'm close to any borders I know the cradle is long behind me but this certainly isn't working' once again Surt sat on the ground and leaned back onto his sword to watch the sparks arc in the sky. This wasn't the first time he had stopped to rest and he found tracing the paths of sparks in the sky soothing and, at the moment, a welcome distraction.
Suddenly a pile of rocks came hurtling down a volcano near he was sitting. Surt's eyes widened as he saw the lethal flow speeding towards him. All of a sudden Surt felt the rhythm within himself quicken and his instincts took over. He spun to his feet pulling Surtalogi out of the ground as he did so. The rocks where close enough now that he could see some of them where the size of his chest. With a shout Surt brought the sword in a wide horizontal arc in front of him. Fire leapt from the blade of Surtalogi sending a line of fire toward the rockslide. Surt watched as the fire collided with the rocks obliterating some of the smaller pebbles in the front and creating a gash in the middle of the rock fall that as it reached the ground the rocks landed on each side of him. Still amazed with what he had done Surt looked at the sword in wonder. 'Was that you or me?' Surt thought as he ran his hand up the length of the blade. He noticed that the scarlet lines of his skin where pulsing and saw that the light of the sword faded and lightened in the same rhythm.
'No we did it' Surt thought and the sword flared to life he felt the exhilaration bloom within him again. His body guided by the sword he lifted it up and pointed the blade towards the sky. The flames snaked around the blade from the hilt and when it reached the tip the fire blazed upwards creating a pillar of fire in the sky. The immense release of power coursing through Surt invigorated and amazed him. The sparks in the sky began to dance around the fire creating a spectacle Surt knew he would never forget. He continued to stare at the scene he and his sword had produced but he began to feel his energy drain. Surt sank to his knee's lowering Surtalogi and watched as the pillar of fire flickered out like a candle in the wind.
This was the first time Surt fully realised the power he held. He knew had the power to protect this land using the very element it was made of. Overtaken by tiredness Surt laid on the ground reassured of his purpose and assured that he was capable to fulfil it.
She looked into the sky and saw a pillar of fire in the distance "there is another" she said aloud. The two figures in front of her took their attention from the sky and turned to face her. "you wil be the one to fetch our new member" one of the figures ordered. The other nodded in confermation "that kind of power could be useful to us"
"I understand I will be swift" she replied. She bowed and turned to walk away.
"try not to be too rash with this one Sinmara"
Her lips curved into a smile "I only did what was needed" and she walked out of the valley.
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