“In simple terms, a legacy is passed from one generation to the next and often refers to gifts of money or property. However, leaving a personal legacy involves more than the financial assets you bestow on the younger generation”, that according to what you can easily find on Wikipedia. But in my world is more like “Your only job is not fuck this up more than is already fucked” kind of legacy.
My father was murdered, his death was unnoticed and never cared about, my mother never cried the news and I never got the chance to meet him. I blame so much on him, my lack of friends, the harassing, the fact that I will never have a normal and peaceful life.
In my younghood I tried to use the Avengers time machine to go back and save him, but when I got there and saw him attack Thanos with only a dagger and die in vain, I swore not to be the same and to never do that.
My uncle did nothing, defeated saw his last family member die before his eyes, I also swore to fight everything with my last breath, my enemies would have to kill me first before getting to the people I love.
Do not get me wrong, I don’t think my family is entirely made of morons and imbeciles, but their decisions make me want to crack their heads with my scepter? Yes, very much. Thor is nowhere to be found, the avengers are either dead or retired, the world is unprotected from any menace that could come and terrorize my planet.
The worst thing is that I have to do it alone. Fenrir my dear brother left to join Hela in the past, he hasn’t come back yet, but he told me he would.
It’s been rough, for everyone I think, ¿why? I must start with the coronation day to begin explaining why we had to experience a second Ragnarök, this time on earth.
With a little help, many years ago in New Asgard, I created a palace that looked very similar to the original, but it was for the people, a comfortable space to shield them from the cold and the tides. I did it to make my uncle proud, but he wasn’t there.
Anyways, the throne room was full of people, all of them happy for their hero, Magni Thunder the firstborn of Thor, my cousin. He wore his jade and gold armor, balancing the Stormbreaker in his right hand like it weighted nothing, his long golden hair braided to the side, and he shaved just for the occasion.
He was eager to receive the crown, ¿the motive of why Valkyrie was giving it away? Unknown, but there was a lot of people that was happy she decided to.
Everything was going according to the planification, Thunder was going to be named king and then a big party was going to follow. I was there, dressed in a long-sleeved green dress, my father’s crown with tiny horns as a tiara on top of my head, and little ornaments made of gold decorating the dress, all that to honor my side of the family.
The torches on the columns gave a sense of warmth and a home-like feeling for the Asgardians, for them was very nostalgic, but for me was a bit ironic, that the place of the following chaos was almost the same beginning for my father’s rouge story.
We decided to keep the ceremony between family, it was my idea, because I needed the less people possible, with a bomb I planned to ruin the ceremony in order to prevent the reign of a maniac psychopath with a thirst for blood and war.
Everything was good until I had a bad feeling, I read his mind and saw nothing but death, a huge army and a lot of suffering, years of preparation to create an empire. He was not a hero, he was never meant to be one, he was a little boy tired of his father’s shadow, perfectly aware of how much blood he was going to shed.
But fate smiled at me when Thor himself denied the crown to his own son, because he wasn’t ready for the responsibility, in that moment I disarmed the explosive, feeling more at ease with the verdict. But it didn’t end there, Valkyrie turned her head towards me, and Thor said that the throne could be mine if I wanted it.
Everyone was looking at me with disapproval, hate, resentment; my cousin eyes were filled with rage and fire, his gaze felt like a warning.
I remember seeing my reflection on my uncle’s axe, my eyes were glowing green and suddenly I could hear everyone’s thoughts. My throat tightened and I couldn’t move or breathe, I looked up to my uncle and I slowly shook my head.
He seemed to be concerned and confused, until he realized what kind of situation he got us in, quickly he dismissed everyone, only us four remaining in the hall.
- Father, what do you mean I’m not ready? – Thunder’s anger was misplaced, - Son, I thought you were, but I looked inside your eyes and saw myself, just like my father saw me the day the Frost giants interrupted my coronation day – like I said, it was indeed ironic.
- You are too immature Magni, Tessa proved herself both worthy and prepared to take the crown – Valkyrie added looking at me with a smile, - Bullshit! This is absurd, I’m the oldest – he’s not actually, my growing is not related to human time, I literally had the soul of an 8-year-old at the time, but ¿who came out first? Me.
- I’m the strongest! – wrong again, - And besides, she doesn’t give a shit about us, she lives in Russia to be away from our people! – my cousin was indeed an ignorant. – She does not, Thunder, don’t you dare talk like that! – that could go on and on, neither of them was going to throw away their stand.
- Stop fighting – I wanted to go away, run from the heat of the moment, and take a breath. – Uncle, be reasonable, perhaps the alcohol in your veins in messing with your head, there must be someone else – Thunder wasn’t fit, at all, but it couldn’t be me either.
- Sorry Tessa, you can talk it with the pillow and call me when you decide..? – Val tried to ease my mood, but it was no use.
I literally jumped into the sea, the icy water currents helped me move fluidly, I swam down the Atlantic, across the Indic and up through the Pacific to get to Oymyakon, in Russia. I got home an hour before dinner, in record time.
My home is a two-day drive from Yakutsk, the regional capital which has the lowest winter temperatures of any city in the world, the perfect conditions for someone like me.
My father was a frost giant, and my mother lived in Jotunheim all her life, meaning we can’t live in areas that are too warm. We stay in Oymyakon during the summer and visit Norway during winter.
It’s not a very popular town, but the people, contrary to the temperatures, are very kind, lovely and warm. They didn’t asked many questions when we moved there, although most people were a bit amazed by our resistance, yet again, no big questions.
- It went that bad? – my mother’s intuition was never my favorite; she could sense my discomfort from a mile with zero effort. – Thunder went brat mode when Thor said no, instead they threw the bomb to me – I took off my wet dress and let the water of the shower clean every trace of salty water off my body.
- By your looks I can say that not only you didn’t answered to your uncle’s proposition, but you haven’t eaten yet, and most likely the shower ruined your appetite for something healthy - I looked over her to see a whole bunch of Pirozhki recently fried. – Have I mentioned ever before that you are the best and that I love you very much? – I kissed her cheek making her laugh.
- My oh my, Tess dear, are you feeling ok? – placing the food over the table next to the window, she teased me with a cheeky smile and an over dramatic walk, - I feel insane, me queen? Thor has beer instead of blood and Valkyrie might’ve actually loosed her last braincell - she set aside her waist-long white braid over her shoulder, then leaned on the edge of the kitchen door.
- Perhaps you are thinking too much of what the people is gonna think, maybe if you look inside yourself and find what you want to do, clarity will come to you my dear, your future is not set in stone – she caressed my cheek and served me a bun on a plate, - But the world’s will if you make the wrong choice – she walked up the stairs and went to her room.
One thing I’ve learned by living with my mother, never underestimate the word of a witch. I love my liberty, being queen would only take that away; on the other hand, leaving my people with no protection may not be the right course of action. But…every instinct in my body, craved and lusted the mere thought of the amount of power and domain that being queen could get me, the feeling creeped me out and made me sick.
I decided to sleep it out, maybe in the morning I would’ve figured out already. I woke up at 3:00 AM, not a voice, more like and instinct told me to get out of the house quickly, so I put on a jacket and took my snow boots and walked a few meters outside my house, and then it happened.
A bright beam of light fell over behind me and the wind pushed against the ground, I managed to hold myself in place with my claws until the light was gone. I shook a bit of the snow out of me, and turned around, my house was pulverized, literally reduced to ashes.
Now that experience turned into a memory I can’t access, but what I do remember is feeling a hell lot of anger, I let myself be changed, and so I emerged from the water as a gigantic snake before my uncle, - I’ve decided – my voice made the earth tremble while the tides crashed against my scales. – I will take it – my snake form vanished in the air and I walked up to face my cousin, - Sorry Thunder, I’m not in the mood for your shit so move before I move you – he stood in front of me really angry.
The ceremony went as bad as I thought, everyone in silence and giving me disapproval looks and frowns. I took a deep breath and decided to be serious about my situation, ignore my cousin who took a spaceship away from the planet as a sign of protest, and as soon as the proclamation was indeed official, the people resigned to it and cheered.
2 years later…
- Tessa Colins? – I looked up to a man, Asian, 1,80, black hair, and old enough to retire for once, - The name’s Agent Jimmy Woo, I’m assigned to your case, I need you to tell me what happened – I scanned the interrogation room I was forcefully brought in, despite the mold on the corners it was a decent installation for a S.H.I.E.L.D son of a bitch.
- I know you have the right to remain silent, but if you don’t tell us what happened you’ll be imprisoned – my hands were covered in blood, technically there was no other explanation to what happened, or who was involved.
I stared at him and then at my handcuffs with a sly smile, then he sighed and took the 3 or 4 folders out of the table. By only looking at the number of papers in them, I realized that S.H.I.E.L.D had a lot of intel about my family and friends, so I took the liberty to shake things up.
By the time he realizes the papers will be blank and someone in the office will have to redo the paperwork, not exactly something bad, but chaos is better when it doesn’t last long.
On my way to my cell, I was greeted by a lot of male voices, all of them spiting nonsense about how they would break me down and rape me, it made laugh a little. – So, there was no room in Holloway I see – joking seem to fit the moment, – We were told that you would have too much fun in that place – I was so happy that the guard standing on a side of the glass wall joined my humoristic bullshit.
- True. ¡Mephisto! Buddy, I heard that you didn’t made the cut, feeling a little blue? – as the uniformed were taking the chains and electric holders off my body I saw the red demon on the other side of the hallway, apparently I was in a top security facility six feet underground. - This feels oddly familiar – I looked around inside the glass cell, the walls were one side view, there was no bed only a very unsettling toilet on the left corner of the room.
- Of course, you father were inside one of this before – I scoffed, but my fun attitude didn’t lasted long, suddenly there was a current of hot air coming through the walls, - What the fuck? – I felt heavy and almost fell to the ground, - We created this system, it won’t suffocate you, but it will keep you warm enough to be harmless, so better not piss me off if you don’t wanna die – “smart” I thought trying to calm myself.
- This might be better than I thought – with a smile I heard the guard walk away, - Day one -.
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