Powerful

-Loki Fanfiction-
-Norse Mythology-

Cast:
(In order of appearance)

Eleanor: Tamala Shelton ����
Mother: Kat Stewart ����
Felix: Ian Somerhalder ����
Benjamin: Bradley James ����
Abraham: Rory Potter ����
Mayor: Lachy Hulme ����
Freya: Delta Goodrem ����
Gersemi: Ellie Goulding ����
Thor: Chris Hemsworth ����
Loki: Tom Hiddleston ����

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2. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"Morning Eleanor." Mother says, looking up from the wheat she was grinding. She grabs a rag and wipes the beads of sweat that were forming on her brow.

"Morning Mother." I reply, grabbing an apple from the wooden bowl surrounded by Dandelion fuzz.

"Is Abraham up?" I ask, dropping the apple in my apron pocket.

"Yes, he's already at school." Mother says, looking up at me.

"Felix came over." Mother mumbles, her eyes full of sorrow. My breathing hitches in my throat and my heart starts beating faster.

"What did he want? Did he hurt you or Abraham?" I splutter, racing over to Mother. I watch as she lets out a chuckle and shakes her head.

"No, he wanted to ask you if you would go to the river with him." She says, standing up from her position on the ground, she walks over to the kitchen bench and pours the crushed wheat into a bowl.

"Could you please go retrieve some water, and rock salt." Mother asks, handing me a basket with a water jug and a small pouch for the rock salt.

"Yes mother." I reply, grabbing the basket and and pecking her on the cheek.

"I love you." I yell, walking out of our cottage. I make my way to the well at the end of the village. Once I make it there, I place the basket down and grab the rope with the bucket. I tighten the rope and throw the bucket in the deep, black well; once I hear the splash of the bucket hitting the water, I wait a few minutes before pulling at the rope. Because it's been wet and rainy, the bucket was full to the brim, making it a struggle for me to pull it up. I tried one more time but ended up dropping the rope, I quickly grab for it; but end up burning my hands on the tatted rope. I let out a yelp as I pull my hands away.

"You need a hand?" I glance up to see the last person I wanted to see today: Felix. He walks over to me giving me a sly smirk, once he reaches me, he grabs my burnt hands in his cool ones.

"You need to put water on these." He suggests, looking up at into my hazel eyes. He lets my hands go and walks over to the well, he grabs the end of the rope that was tied to the wood plank on the stone edge; and begins pulling the heavy water bucket up with ease. I quickly grab the water jug and unclasp the lid, Felix fixes the bucket on the stone edge and I dip the water jug in the water.

"Thank you, Felix." I mumble, putting the lid on the jug.

"Anything for my fiancée." He mumbles, stepping closer to me. I feel myself attempt to step backwards but I run into the side of the well.

"You know, I don't even know why my parents and your parents want us to marry. I only want you for your innocence." Felix mumbles, grabbing the only protection which was separating me from him: the water jug. He throws it to the ground (luckily it doesn't smash) and pushes himself into me.

"I can't wait till after we're married. I wish right now, I could tie your hands to the bed post, undress you and slam roughly into your tight heat." Felix exclaims, grabbing onto my waist and pushing me harder into the brick. 

"I'd fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk for a week." Felix adds, pressing his hips into mine, making me feel his huge bulge pressed firmly into my hip.

"Felix." I whimper, his grasp on my waist tightening with every word he said.

"I can't help but Lust over how your body would feel, all sweaty and shaking with pleasure against mine, Eleanor." Felix mumbles, his lips find my jaw as he kisses me lightly.

"Felix!" Felix pulls away from me when his name is called out, he turns around to see his brother walking over to us.

"Ah, Benjamin." Felix yells with glee, he walks over to him and shakes his hand; leaving me to defend for myself.

"Father wants to see you." Benjamin whispers glancing over at me from time to time.

"Alright, can I trust you to help Eleanor?" 

"Of course, brother." Benjamin says, patting him on the shoulder. Felix turns around and walks back over to me. He leans in and whispers in my ear:

"Until next time." He then pulls away and leaves a peck on my lips, he pulls away and retreats back up the path to the Mayors office. Yes, Felix and Benjamin's dad is the Mayor of this village. Once Felix is gone, Benjamin races down the path to me.

"El, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Benjamin basically spits.

"No, Benjamin I'm fine." I mumble, looking into his chocolate eyes. 

Benjamin and Felix were like chalk and cheese. Both brothers but both had different appearances and personalities; Felix had black hair and the dark blue pupils that always seemed to hold anger and lust, his appearance was something of an Ox. Tall and muscly, he could seriously injure someone with one swing. He was basically a God, he could definitely be related to Hercules.

And the benefit of being like a 'God' was the amount of attention he got from women, they would throw themselves at him. It has been only recently that he declines, if I'm around he would pull me into his grasp and say: "I shall not indulge in something other than this beauty in my arms. Ladies, I shall not go behind my beloveds back unless it's to pick up our child that has wondered out of sight." With all the gloating he has done over me gets me nowhere with friends. Most of the women despise me, or use me to get closer to their prey.

On the other hand there is Benjamin. Sweet, gentle Benjamin. He is nothing compared to Felix.

His dirty caramel hair and dark chocolate eyes which held love and warmth never once showed anger or lust towards anything. His gentle soul would often get broken and shattered from all the vile hatred from his brother. He wasn't at all built like an Ox he was tall and lanky, yes. But that's what made him stand out to me. All the young men in this village wanted to be something, Benjamin didn't. While everyone would celebrate another village win, Benjamin and I would escape the putrid stench of alcohol and sex, to sit underneath the Mongolia tree and talk. If there was ever a God for Kindness and Love, it would be Benjamin.

"You sure you're fine, El?" Benjamin asks, handing me my basket. After I filled up the water jug, we both went and collected rock salt for the bread my mother was making.

"Benjamin, I'm fine." I protest, taking the slightly heavy basket full of goods.

"Thank you for worrying, but it won't get you far." I add, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Farewell, Benj." I exclaim, walking into the cottage I share with my mother and brother

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