Books: Debatable - Our Mutual Disagreement
From a window in the bank she saw a furtive figure dart across the alley. In the alley he eyed her face in the window. She pursued, he led and suddenly . . . they met. Why should Loki, the god of mischief, bother arguing with a teenage mortal? What are his motives? How much time does she have left to live?
“What am I?” the formless creature thought into the glowing vapor around it, “Where am I?” It struggled to recall any ideas from its past. What was a past? Did it have one? If not, where might it find one? It should start looking. The creature moved, slowly, through the blue vapor, stumbling awkwardly on it's two legs. Looking down it saw these limbs and a thought flashed across its blank and benumbed mind.
“I am a human!” with it there came a single memory. A voice, speaking softly, its accent curious but tone warm and soothing,
“Mortal child, did you think you could defeat me? No, boy, you are too weak a being.”
“I am a boy!” the creature gasped, a rush of thoughts – some memory, other merely dream – engulfing its awakening mind. Again and again the voice returned, saying different things, each word equally precious the boy grasped hold of them and refused to let go.
“Try again. Think deeper, you are nearly there . . . Why can you not obey? . . . Forgive me . . . I understand your passion . . . That is not what I meant . . . You are a tool in my hands . . . Well done . . . Do you believe there is more to this universe than your Earth? . . . Shh, I am here . . . You are my heir . . . Trust me . . . A son to me . . .”
A sudden, blinding pain roared through the boy's consciousness as another memory, vivid and terrible, rose in his mind. He fell to his knees, gasping in the thin stillness, his mind engulfed by the memory. Dark shadows and a blazing agony. The figures of men, cloaked and masked. A sudden cry. Stillness. The sound of a man breathing. Footsteps running. A blow to the head. Swift passage of days and nights. Pain, endless pain. All of a sudden the noises and sensations ceased, making way for one last memory.
“Open your eyes. Alekos, open your eyes,” the voice said softly.
With a weak flutter the boy's eyes opened. Looking up his gaze met that of a man whose blue-green eyes shone faintly in the surrounding darkness. Little could the boy see of this man's face, yet he remembered that he loved it. A name formed on his lips, but he was too weak to say it.
“Shh, Alekos,” the man said, “I am here, I will not leave you.”
For a moment Alekos believed him. For a moment he trusted and a smile lit his face. Then a sudden deafening roar shattered the stillness and everything went black. A flash of blue lights, pain, cold, death. Alekos could feel himself falling as if into deep, ice-cold waters. There the voice followed him with one last cry.
“Fraxinus!” it screamed, then became soft once again, “I will come for you.”
And the memories ceased. Alekos, weary with the recalling of them, sank slowly to the cold ground. With a weak breath the boy repeated those words into the stillness.
“I will come for you,” the creature sighed with contentment, sinking away, once more, into an oblivion of swirling lights.
Debatable ~ Our Mutual Disagreement is a tale of desperation, adventure, bravado, and yes, love (although never romance).
Twenty-year-old Ashlyn Hayes is everything that Loki isn't: bold, fiery, and tempestuous to say the least. What she lacks for in skill, she makes up for with grit and sheer determination. Loki requires her unique talents to achieve his goal for a better world and heir, but despite his best efforts, Ash consistently proves impossible to tame.
Throwing aside their personal agendas, two unbending characters will be forced to compromise or they will break each other to pieces.
A collaboration between Thalassa Brytaye and I, Debatable is available for free on Wattpad.
Debatable is a Marvel-based fan-fiction occurring generally after Thor: The Dark World. However, Ash is an original character, and the work within is our own.
Be sure to let us know what you think! For questions about our writing process, characters, world-development, or more, check out our official blog or be sure to leave a comment down below!
Excerpt (Prologue)
“What am I?” the formless creature thought into the glowing vapor around it, “Where am I?” It struggled to recall any ideas from its past. What was a past? Did it have one? If not, where might it find one? It should start looking. The creature moved, slowly, through the blue vapor, stumbling awkwardly on it's two legs. Looking down it saw these limbs and a thought flashed across its blank and benumbed mind.
“I am a human!” with it there came a single memory. A voice, speaking softly, its accent curious but tone warm and soothing,
“Mortal child, did you think you could defeat me? No, boy, you are too weak a being.”
“I am a boy!” the creature gasped, a rush of thoughts – some memory, other merely dream – engulfing its awakening mind. Again and again the voice returned, saying different things, each word equally precious the boy grasped hold of them and refused to let go.
“Try again. Think deeper, you are nearly there . . . Why can you not obey? . . . Forgive me . . . I understand your passion . . . That is not what I meant . . . You are a tool in my hands . . . Well done . . . Do you believe there is more to this universe than your Earth? . . . Shh, I am here . . . You are my heir . . . Trust me . . . A son to me . . .”
A sudden, blinding pain roared through the boy's consciousness as another memory, vivid and terrible, rose in his mind. He fell to his knees, gasping in the thin stillness, his mind engulfed by the memory. Dark shadows and a blazing agony. The figures of men, cloaked and masked. A sudden cry. Stillness. The sound of a man breathing. Footsteps running. A blow to the head. Swift passage of days and nights. Pain, endless pain. All of a sudden the noises and sensations ceased, making way for one last memory.
“Open your eyes. Alekos, open your eyes,” the voice said softly.
With a weak flutter the boy's eyes opened. Looking up his gaze met that of a man whose blue-green eyes shone faintly in the surrounding darkness. Little could the boy see of this man's face, yet he remembered that he loved it. A name formed on his lips, but he was too weak to say it.
“Shh, Alekos,” the man said, “I am here, I will not leave you.”
For a moment Alekos believed him. For a moment he trusted and a smile lit his face. Then a sudden deafening roar shattered the stillness and everything went black. A flash of blue lights, pain, cold, death. Alekos could feel himself falling as if into deep, ice-cold waters. There the voice followed him with one last cry.
“Fraxinus!” it screamed, then became soft once again, “I will come for you.”
And the memories ceased. Alekos, weary with the recalling of them, sank slowly to the cold ground. With a weak breath the boy repeated those words into the stillness.
“I will come for you,” the creature sighed with contentment, sinking away, once more, into an oblivion of swirling lights.
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