There exists a place that people only dream about living in, a world with people that are distinct and unique from the ordinary human world - Asgard represents such a place. The adopted son of the Asgardian king has always felt left in the dark living in the shadow of his brother. He becomes a villain one day realizing no one will ever truly understand him and love him for who he is. He goes by the name none other than Loki.
I’m walking home from my high school on a warm spring day. I continue to walk a little further, until I notice that a car keeps following me from behind. This is strange, maybe the driver is lost or something. The driver stops, then comes to me. His tall stature and serious demeanor intimidates me as he comes closer.
“Are you Alexis Starrett?” he asks.
“Yes. Um, how do you know my name? I don’t believe I’ve ever met you before. Where are you from?”
“Oh, a place only people see in Norse mythology books.” He flashes an enormous grin across his face. Okay, this weirdo is really creeping me out. He towers over me; I’m no match for him compared to my petite frame. I’m about to scream, but I realize no one is anywhere near me. I decide to sprint across the sidewalk to the closest house, but I only manage to make it to the front gate before he comes up behind me and all of a sudden I see black.
When I wake up, I realize I’m on a huge bed with two pillars on either side of me. I’m in a bright golden room with candles everywhere. I have no idea where I’m at or if anybody knows I’m here. I’m scared to death as I look around this massive bedroom and everything is unfamiliar to me. As I sit up, I notice that I can’t move my left foot; it’s chained to the bed. I start panicking trying to remove the chain, but it wouldn’t budge. Then, I hear the door to the bedroom opening. The man I see coming in is the one who took me. This time he didn’t wear a business suit when I first saw him; he’s wearing a dark green and black jacket with black pants and boots. He has jet black hair with fair skin. He had sunglasses on before, but now I can see the eyes of my kidnapper looking back at my green eyes. His eyes are so blue that they put the sky to shame. My body freezes as he walks to the bed. He stands a few feet from me and looks at the chain on my foot.
“Ah, you’re finally awake. After all, you were unconscious for two days. I have some food for you. It’s on the table next to you. Will you eat it if I leave you alone?” I feel like I can’t move or speak, it’s as if I’m in a nightmare. I think this is just a dream; I put my head on the pillows, close my eyes, and open them. Nope, this isn’t a dream. My kidnapper laughs at my reaction. I begin to tremble when I speak.
“Who are you? Where am I? Please let me go! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go. If you want money, I have some in my backpack. Please,” I beg. I try to pull the chain off, it’s no use. The stranger comes closer and says,
“That will do no good. I possess the key to the lock; you’re not going anywhere.” I scream for help and no one comes. I’m being trapped in this prison with this monster. He continues talking,
“No one can hear you, only me. I have silenced this room; the guards outside can’t hear your screams. They know you’re here though, but they won’t help you because they’re under my orders. In regard to your questions, I am Loki from the kingdom of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose. You are in the Asgard palace - far away from your own home and Earth. I took you because I plan to sacrifice your blood to summon a monster that can beat my brother Thor. You see, you possess the most innocent and purest blood of any human on Earth. Your blood will ensure the defeat of my brother, and make me king of Asgard. The sacrifice will take place in six months giving me enough time for the preparations, including kidnapping you. Now eat up. I want you to have all the strength you can get.” I’m speechless as Loki leaves the bedroom. Tears come pouring down my cheeks. I feel lost, frightened, and confused. I think about what my kidnapper will do to me in the next six months, and I almost throw up. I turn to the bedside table where the food is placed. I don’t want to eat, but I force myself anyways. I start shoving grapes and pastries in my mouth. I realize that I’m very dehydrated and gulp down an entire glass of water. I miss my mom, I wonder what she’s doing right now. Is everybody looking for me back home? I push the thought from my mind; it only makes me feel more terrified. There is nothing I can do - I am helpless and alone. Even though I was passed out for two days, I still feel tired, but I don’t know why. I rest my head on the pillows and cry until I fall asleep.