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Freyja is a 14 year old girl with long brown hair and piercing green eyes. But that's not her full story; she's an exiled goddess, along with a few others of her kind. Thor, Loki, Njordr, Hel, Nott and Ran are with her in exile but things are changing for everyone and they must be ready for it.

I was sat at my desk in the middle of a maths lesson, learning things I didn't need to know. I looked at the textbook open in front of me and copied down the next equation to solve.

Beside me, Hel nudged me. I glanced at her. Her black hair was shining as it always did, just like her dark eyes. She mouthed something to me and I just rolled my eyes. She'd told me she was bored. As if I could do anything about it.

I sat at my desk, looking at the squiggles in my book. There weren't many that could read them. It was written in the style of the ancient Scandinavians. I drifted off into my own little world, thinking about the day that changed everything. There were seven of us in that room that shouldn't have been there.

I looked around for my old friends, but Loki wasn't anywhere to be seen. Hel must have sensed my panic and touched my knee. She knew where he was. That was enough for me.

At last, the time came to leave. We didn't get any homework as we packed up and left. It was lunch time so we walked back to the form room in silence. I dropped my bag on one of the desks and sat by it. The others gathered around. Thor, Loki, Njordr, Hel, Nott, Rán and I were different, we didn't belong. But the best thing was, no one knew. Nobody expected a bunch of fourteen year olds to be exiled gods.

"Where's Loki?" I whispered.

"Freyja," Thor said, "you really need to stop worrying about everything."

"I know, but this is my fault. It's my fault we're here," I murmured.

"Actually, if I recall correctly, it was your brother's fault. He set us up and stole my
right to the throne." Thor tried to keep his voice level but the pure fury seeped into his expression and tone.

No one said anything. No one knew what to say. Njordr looked at me timidly. Any outsider would have thought he had a crush on me, but I knew better. If he did have a crush on me, that would be kind of disgusting because he was my father.

Nott touched Thor’s hand and he glanced up at her. He seemed to calm down but inside he was an unpredictable storm as usual; it was his job description and something that was given with his title. Thor, god of thunder and lightning. Nott was Thor’s grandmother and they were quite close, despite what had happened to us.

Thor ran his hand through his already-messy blond hair. His brown eyes seemed to flash like the lightning he could command.

“So whereisLoki?” I asked again, trying to seem less worried.

“He apparently didn’t have a great night at home last night so he’s spending the day with Fenrir, Skoll and Hati,” Thor explained. “I don’t know why he hasn’t told his parents who he is.”

“It’s a habit though, isn’t it, for him? Lies and trickery is an everyday thing with Loki,” Rán said hatefully.

“Shut up, Rán,” said Njordr, knowing how close I was to Loki. “Just because you two aren’t even on speaking terms, doesn’t mean you should say that about him.”

I shot my father a grateful look and he smiled in response. Rán sighed irritably. Nott and Thor were talking quietly. Rán went to pack her bag for the lessons after lunch.  t was probably to get away from us; she had just over an hour to do it. The door burst open and Loki stormed in. My heart leapt at the sight of him.

He threw his bag on the floor and sat beside me, fuming silently. I glanced sideways at him, my insides melting. His black hair caught the light and his yellow eyes gave away the fact he was a shape-shifter.

“Are you okay?” I asked him quietly. He didn’t look at me.

“Stupid question, Freyja,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Look, Frey, I’m sorry, I’m just really pissed off right now,” he said, calming down.

I paused, unsure of what to say. “How’s Fenrir?”

Loki nodded. “He’s fine.”

The End

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