AN: This will be Transformers for a bit, followed by the mash up of the both Thor and Transformers. But yeah, that won't be for a while.
And a massive thanks to Labyrinth Fan 23 for betaing this one! She is epic!
Also, Labyrinth Fan 23 is starting to write a new fiction based on Thor, so keep an eye out on that and also her current stories:
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor or Transformers, I only own the OC's. Thor is owned by Marvel and Transformers by Hasbro.
Black Angel, Golden Bee.
Chapter One: Prologue.
"Are you serious?" I screech at my father. "I can't marry him!" I hiss at the man, who just glares at me in return. "Arwen is the one who he loves! Why should I be forced to marry him? How is that fair?"
Of course, he doesn't listens, thinking that this is the right thing to do.
"You will marry him tomorrow morning." He walks away, head held high, in a huff.
'If I cannot get out of this marriage, maybe HE can.' I think before rushing out the door.
"Are you sure?" My friend (practically sister) asks. She is only twenty, her skin is pale, eyes amber, darkened with her fury.
"More than sure, law states that if one party wishes to marry another, and the other party agrees, than the marriage cannot move forward. However, women do not get a say, so Father would be my representative. He is a prince, he can tell Father no." I explain quickly. "And unless he wants to die, Father will have to give in."
"And?" She flicks her long, dark brown hair that shimmers black behind her ear. "What of me?"
"You cannot be at the wedding, Father might kill you. So, instead, you can wait for me outside the gates and you can go to Asgard with him, not me."
"Are you certain it is fool proof?"
"Even with your Father's crow sitting behind you?" I turn and look at the large bird. I wave my hand just as it is about to take off and it bursts into flames, dead. I turn back.
Suddenly, a loud wail can be heard. Six girls sit up and look into the corner of their tent. A girl with tanned skin, a toned body, black hair ending at her hips with a slight curl, and with a height of 5'9 screaming bloody murder as she pulls off her bed covers in fright. She sits up, her large, green eyes wide with panic. She says four words before her friend climbs on the bed to comfort her.
"Don't kill us Father."