This is my story I wrote for @velvetalien1 's book "get famous" about the picture above.  I do want to say that this creator is great and super kind for doing this so creators like me who write and work hard on their stories but don't get noticed, so I want to suggest everyone goes over to her account and reads her stories, making sure to vote and comment.  She is a talented writer and a really kind person, so go check her out and give her love!

This isn't an imagine (sorry my dudes) but I am writing a few that I plan to post in an epic multiple update together to make up for it.  Also, mentions of death and war fair warning.  Love you all!

I feel my heart get weak, and my chest become tight, my energy draining in seconds, I want more than anything to hug my parents, call for the bifrost, or fight alongside my siblings like my parents did before me. The Midgardians see us as gods, but here I am, slowly dying and wishing Uncle Loki was here, telling me what to do, or my dad, telling me to be strong, to stay alive. I wish I could use my strengths as Torunn, the goddess of Thunder and Storms, able to control the weather and call upon it for help, but every time I call, no one answers. I look find my sword, alone and abandoned next to me, it's like my version of Mjölnir, but almost anyone can lift it, but it may cause all of their cells to collapse unless their similar to Asgardians and have the physical strength to wield them, like what my dad's Stormbreaker does. I use all of my remaining strength to reach for it but it's just outside my grasp until someone battling near it nudges it towards me accidentally so I can grab it and pull it to me.

With it in my grasp I call upon lighting for the strength I need to get to the palace so I can be healed. This time when I call there is an answer, a bolt of lightning that splits the sky in half as it cracks down and hits me square in the heart. To describe the feeling of being struck by this form of lightning would be a feat fit for a god, luckily, I am mighty. The warmth it brings is the epitome of comforting, and the jolt that it causes upon impact feels like it could cause a Valkyrie to fly across all nine realms. It feels like power and humility at the same time,like what I imagine being brought back to life feels like, not that I know what that feels like, and it could make me happier than anyone could ever imagine. It's calm chaos, the smallest bit of electricity with the largest impact, I could live on the rush I get from one small bolt. Before I know it, I open my eyes, the lids no longer heavy to find my body no longer on the ground. I look down to see every warrior in both armies staring up at me in awe, as far as my three siblings, they wear the widest smiles I've ever seen, even Loki II, who was named after our Uncle Loki because he's our youngest sibling and never got to meet him. It turns out he was properly named because he inherited the mischievous nature of our dead uncle as the god of Cunning and Cleverness, he's very skilled at lying and deceiving people and still, had a genuine, true, and absolutely huge smile splitting his face in half. With that memory to keep me going, I was taken home.