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How Did Loki End up Gifting Thor's Hammer?
Loki, the Norse Spirit of Mischief, once looked for another chance to taunt his fellow Guardians while living close to Asgard, the North Supreme Beings' capital. Sif, the wife of Thor and the protector of agriculture, the sky, and thunder, adored her gorgeous, free-flowing blonde hair. One morning, when Thor noticed her hair was damaged, he was outraged and assumed Loki—who is known for his mischievous nature—was responsible. Thor confronted Loki and demanded that Sif's golden curls be returned. Loki requested permission from Thor to visit Svartelheim because he believed that only the dwarves there could assist. The dwarves also created two other gifts for Asgard in addition to fresh golden locks for Sif. Instinctively seeking out other dwarves to produce even more wonderful creations, Loki bet they couldn't top his past presents. He pretended to be a fly to assure their failure but was unable to obstruct their efforts. The best gift was a strong hammer made by the dwarves called Mjolnir, but Loki's attempt to destroy it was unsuccessful. The gifts were given to Odin, Thor, and Freyr, and Loki owed the dwarves his head. Loki, ingeniously, claimed that he pledged his head, not his neck, and they chose to glue his mouth shut.
By Darlington Sunday2 years ago in Fiction
The Chrono-Guardian. Content Warning.
In a not-so-distant future, humanity has unlocked the secrets of time travel, a breakthrough that revolutionized civilization. However, it also brought forth the need for safeguarding the integrity of the time stream. The "Chrono-Guardians," an elite organization, emerged to shoulder this immense responsibility.
By Mahin Bin Majid2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers into Madness . Content Warning.
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, yet its warm glow brought little comfort. Another sleepless night had left my mind clouded as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I knew what waited for me beyond these walls—the piercing stares, hushed whispers that followed wherever I walked. Like ghosts they haunted me, echoing fragments of conversations I wasn't meant to hear.
By Atugwu Racheal2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Battlefield
The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the war-torn landscape. It had been years since the conflict had begun, but the scars it left on the people were deeper than any crater. In a small village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a woman named Elena. She had witnessed firsthand the devastating effects of war on the human spirit.
By Ivan Aquino2 years ago in Fiction
"The Triangle of Hearts"
In the small, picturesque town of Willowbrook, nestled in the rolling hills of Vermont, there lived three brothers: Gabriel, Ethan, and Liam. The Anderson brothers were known for their charisma and charm, but it was their tragic love story that would become the stuff of local legend.
By Chika Unaigwe2 years ago in Fiction
"The Memory Exchange"
In a not-so-distant future, humanity had made a stunning discovery. Dr. Emily Clarke, a brilliant neuroscientist, had developed a revolutionary technology known as the "Memory Exchange." It allowed people to transfer their memories to others, providing a glimpse into another person's life. It was a breakthrough that promised to bridge gaps in empathy and understanding, but it also raised profound ethical questions.
By Chika Unaigwe2 years ago in Fiction
"The Quantum Echo"
In the year 2175, on a research station orbiting Proxima Centauri, Dr. Elena Rodriguez stared at the quantum supercomputer with a mixture of excitement and dread. The computer, known as "Labyrinth," had the power to unlock the mysteries of the universe, but it was also known for its enigmatic personality. It had once told a scientist to "reconsider life choices" after a series of failed experiments. Elena was about to run her most ambitious experiment yet.
By Chika Unaigwe2 years ago in Fiction
LYNDA: THE SERIES. EPISODE ONE
As I sat on the plane, staring out the window, I couldn't help but think about everything I was leaving behind. My home, my friends, my family, and most importantly, my heart. I had just gone through the worst heartbreak of my life. My fiancé had cheated on me on our wedding day. It was a nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from, and it haunts me every night as I sleep.
By Archibong James2 years ago in Fiction
Supernatural Tale Game Designer
"Happy birthday!" The living room was bathed in warm light, with a soft yellow tablecloth creating a cozy atmosphere. Dad and Mom entered with a cake in hand, their faces beaming with smiles. Despite a busy day, they never brought any work-related stress home, and they looked anything but tired.
By Simon20082 years ago in Fiction
"Information Time Machine"
In the age of instant information, where the digital tendrils of the internet reach even the farthest corners of the world, it is hard to imagine a place where time stands still, and the present is forever entangled with the past. But such a place exists, and it goes by the enigmatic name of the "Peony Nation." In this remote and mysterious enclave, a spine-chilling phenomenon known as information time lag has gripped a select few, leaving them trapped in the past for up to a decade. In this chilling exploration, we will delve into the depths of this eerie occurrence, seeking to unravel the mysteries of the "Peony Nation" and the unfortunate souls caught in its temporal web.
By Literary Emotion Explorer2 years ago in Fiction
The Hike. Top Story - September 2023.
The morning sun painted the sky with inviting hues of pink and gold as he pulled into a little dirt lot on the side of a gravel road. He had been looking forward to getting away all week, and after a moderate amount of online research he landed on this trail, about 90 minutes outside the city. The trail promised a sense of tranquility that he yearned for, and was lacking, in his busier life near the city life. Now that he was parked in the, he took in his surroundings, along with deep satisfying breaths full of all-natural, organic air. He laced up his new shoes, which were technically meant for “trail running,” but that he mostly used for leisurely hikes like this one. The sun was warm and the sweat was already beginning to mingle with his banana-scented sunscreen. He noticed that his car was the only one in the lot except for an old beat up pickup truck that looked more permanently abandoned there than waiting for its owners to arrive later that day.
By NJ Reed2 years ago in Fiction
The Accidental Terrorist
In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, a man named Jack slowly stirred awake. His head throbbed with pain, and he couldn't remember anything about himself, his past, or how he ended up here. Panic surged through him as he sat up and tried to piece together his fragmented memories.
By Sankar Ramiah2 years ago in Fiction