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Ragnarok.
A prophecy which foretells the end of Asgard and that Odin believes will be caused by the children of Loki. Considering this, when Loki had his first child, Fenrir, a giant wolf, who they could not contain, they tricked him and were able to imprison him with an unbreakable chain.
As the years went by, Loki did his best to not have children and learnt everything he could to be able to hide and protect his children in case he did, however it was never enough.
He had several other children, some of whom died, and the three left were captured by Odin. Jormungandr, a giant serpent, was banished to the sea surrounding Midgard (Earth), continuing to grow to size where he could wrap himself around the entire world. Then came Hel, who was half corpse, which caused Odin to make her rule the realm of death, Helheim, where she remains to this day. And lastly, Sleipnir, an eight-legged steed, which Odin took ownership of, he is supposed to be the fastest in the nine realms.
But little did Odin know that in his studies Loki finally figured out how to hide his children, albeit too late for all of them, except one…
Stiles POV
Stiles woke up, with a splitting headache, not knowing what was happening and then the memories came rushing in, the lacrosse game when he scored three times and helped win the game, the proudness of his father watching him and then everything went to hell. He got captured by Gerard and his men, taken a blow to his face, and hit his head, and was moved somewhere.
He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t want them to know that he’s awake, and tries to figure out his situation. He is tied against something, probably a pipe, sitting on the floor, his legs also tied together. He tries to remove them, to slip out of them, after all his father is the Sheriff and has taught him a about a lot of stuff, including this, but it is to no avail, as Gerard and his men are smart and have no trouble restraining wolves, let alone a little weak human like Stiles.
He doesn’t hear anything, so he thinks he’s alone and finally opens his eyes and look at his surroundings, obviously a basement, probably under the Argent house, which means it should be easy for Scott to find. Then he saw Erica and Boyd, unconscious and strung up on wall with cables connecting to a battery, probably being electrocuted continuously. They had visible wounds, why they aren’t healing he wasn’t sure, maybe because there were so many that it reached a limit, maybe the electricity, maybe because they are unconscious or maybe because they could have wolfsbane in their system, who knows what Gerard does.
And that’s when he finally hears something, footsteps on a set of stairs coming into the basement that reveal Gerard, who has no fear of being alone with the three of us, confident, probably rightly so, in his abilities to contain us.
“I see you’re finally awake”, Gerard says. “Just in time to have some fun”.
Stiles thinks he’s going to be beaten to a pulp, he see’s no other way of this going forward and when Gerard moves to a table, which he hadn’t even noticed it was there, guess the head injury was worse than he thought, and picks us a knife his fears come true, but then Gerard, without taking his eyes off him, moves to Erica and slashes the knife through her, making her wake up and grunt in pain, which in turn makes Boyd wake up. They both notice him at the same time and look at him with wide eyes, that show fear and tiredness, probably from being tortured for some time, he doesn’t know how much.
Gerard continues to beat and torture both Erica and Boyd, but, for some reason, doesn’t even touch Stiles, one would think he forgot about Stiles being there, but Gerard keeps his eyes on Stiles when he can, even when Stiles screams for his friends, acquaintances, colleagues, he doesn’t know, but he feels like he shouldn’t just be watching, he wants Gerard to stop with them, to give them some rest, even if it takes Stiles getting hurt.
After what feels like days, but probably just some hours, Gerard finally moves to Stiles and punches him in the face, just enough for him to spit some blood on the floor and then moves to Erica and Boyd again. After maybe a couple of hours Gerard turns his head and just stares at him. Stiles doesn’t understand what’s happening until he finally starts talking.
“How long do you think you’ve gone missing, Stiles?”, he says with a smirk on his face. “Don’t you understand that if anybody cared about you, they would have found you by now”.
“They are looking for me, Scott will find me!”, Stiles says with conviction. He knows Scott must know he’s missing by now, his dad probably too, he was at the game, he’ll know something’s wrong if Stiles doesn’t show up after, right? But then again, Stiles relationship with his father has been going downhill with all the lies and deceit because of the supernatural. He doesn’t want his father knowing because he won’t be safe, but then again if Stiles just shows up dead he won’t even know the reason why, he’ll blame himself for not keeping tabs on Stiles and for not being a good dad, when he’s the best. So, right here and right now, Stiles vows to tell his father everything about the supernatural and to repair his relationship with his father, his only family. He is pulled from his thoughts when Gerard speaks.
“We are not hidden from sight, and with the blood you have spit any werewolf, especially the one you call your best friend, would have been able to smell it from the street easily”, and his smirk just widens, “So if he hasn’t found you, he isn’t even looking for you.”
“No, no, he is…”, Stiles says, his voice cracking, “he has to be, he’s my best friend”. The realization hits him, he is smart, he knows that what Gerard says is true, in fact he tested Scott’s abilities with him, so he knows he could have been found by now, but he doesn’t want to believe that his best friend, brother in everything but blood, is too preoccupied with Allison that he doesn’t even noticed he’s gone.
“He’s going to find me, to find us”. His voice is on the verge of tears and that’s when it hits him, why Gerard isn’t torturing him, at least physically, cause he’s going to have nightmares about the rest for long. He knew Scott wouldn’t even come looking for him, wouldn’t notice he was taken, wouldn’t care until Stiles body was found. And that’s when he breaks and he sobs, tears strolling on his face he looks with wide eyes to Gerard and the older man starts talking.
“Ah, you understand now, you understand that those mutts don’t care about some tiny little human”. He spits, his voiced lit with disgust. “And when I kill you, they’ll break and your precious little Scott along with his so-called pack will be dead.”
Now, Stiles fear and sadness starts turning into anger, anger that he isn’t missed, anger that his father will never know what happen, that he’s going to be alone and blaming himself, anger that he might drive his father to drinking again, if he hasn’t already because of Stiles, anger that he’s going to die for his best friend that doesn’t even know he’s gone and anger that he’s going to die in the hands of a geriatric old man who knows he’s won.
Then he feels something, something inside him, something warm calling to him, something familiar, like he knows what it is but can’t grasp it, like the knowledge is in his mind but he can’t access it, and while thinking about it he’s too busy to notice Gerard pulling out his gun and getting ready to shoot him, and the last thing he hears before being shot is the victorious laugh of an old man.