Name: Fritjof Lokison

Age: 1650 (Around 24)

Parents: Loki and Sigyn

Sibling(s): Kali Lokidottir

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Powers and Abilities:
Much like his father, he possesses the ability to create illusions and glamours; creating things that aren’t truly there for a small period of time. He uses this mostly for evasive fighting manoeuvres and to hide his true Jotun form (the blue skin and red eyes that set him apart from the rest of Asgard)

However, the Jotun blood that ran through his veins created his main skill with ice creation and manipulation, a skill he’s honed much more than his powers of illusion. It is the main reason for his icy cold skin and the frozen aura that surrounds him wherever he goes. 

Between he and his sister, Fritjof has always been the calmer and collected one. He’s not one to crack under immediate danger. He is much like a rock, standing his ground but will eventually crack after enough weathering. This was why after years of the pressure of being Loki’s child - being forced to be quiet in the face of his elders, and to be the perfect son and not cause a single stir of chaos - he finally snapped. Tired of being forced to stay silent, he revolted. He gathered an army, and he used it to attack Asgard. He was never allowed chaos - always needing to keep his sister in check and not add to the fire - so when he got it he exploded. The power got to him, and he lost control over the situation. All he wanted was to destroy a few buildings, and take down Odin so maybe his own father might be able to lead and he would finally have his own freedom. But instead innocents started getting hurt. Families with children, people who were not even near the problems of the royal family.

The problem was subdued after only a day of chaos, and Fritjof was arrested. Responsible for the deaths of dozens, he was sentenced to death and thrown into a prison cell. Fearful of dying, he quickly hatched a plan and managed to escape the prison cell the night before he was to be killed. He managed to convince Heimdallr to help him, thanks to an old debt that was finally being paid off. Despite the pain of leaving his parents and sister, he saw no other choice for him and Heimdallr sent him to the one place no one would ever look: Earth. He staged a fight, and bloodied his sword and informed Odin that he had had to kill Fritjof because he’d attacked him, and his body was tossed over the side of the bridge. Fritjof was announced dead, when instead he was trapped on Earth, stuck in 1935.

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Fritjof  doesn’t like to talk much about his past - especially not the amount of time he’s been on Earth. After taking years to settle and figure out the way Earth worked, he started accepting his fate of being one of them. Or at least, as much as he could be despite being much stronger than all of them. A few years later he was drafted into the military as World War II reached the peak of its chaos. He rejoiced as the war ended and that night was when he met the love of his life. Her name was Abigail and he fell for her harder than he had ever experienced before, despite her mortality. The years he spent with her were the happiest he had ever been, until the day he lost her. It broke him, shut the doors she had helped him open. He shut down, fell into a deep depression, and that was where his dependency of alcohol and other substances began. It took him years to get out of the addiction and he started spending his time instead working as a mercenary. A kill for hire, because no one else wanted him when he looked like the junky that he was.