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The Writer’s Voice: Team Coffeehouse #2 – MIDGARD

Friday, 19 June 2015  |  Posted by Nikki Roberti



Genre: MG Fantasy
Word Count: 47,000


Twelve-year-old Stian wants to be the greatest Viking ever, but when he convinces his dad, the leader of his village, to let him go on his first raid, he fails. Miserably. A well-timed dive and a little help from a mysterious fireball are all that save him.

Stian needs a second chance. When he discovers Dahlia, a twelve-year-old dark elf, spying on his village, he pursues her into the forest. Stian’s role quickly changes from the hunter to the hunted when Dahlia uses magic to capture him and brings him before her mother, a prophetess. There, Stian learns a completely different story of his life—that he is the son of Loki, Asgard’s greatest enemy.

Uncertain if Dahlia’s mother is crazy, but knowing that he is meant to do more than just be an ordinary Viking, Stian decides to discover the truth himself and free Loki from the clutches of Odin. Only then, will he know who he is and what he is meant to do, and maybe, put the so-called gods in their place. But first he must out-think, trick, and defeat Thor’s children. If he succeeds, he may well become the world’s most famous Viking, but if he fails, he will fall victim to the gods’ merciless justice.

First Page:

Are you alone? Good. Keep an eye out for Thor and Odin. They won’t like you talking to me. You see, I know the truth; something they desperately don’t want you to know. That’s why they made up all those stories about how Thor did this and Odin did that. Jerks.

Let me tell you what really happened, but before I do, I need to let you in on a little secret. Well, two actually. First don’t believe everything you read. Especially if it’s written by an Aesir. Second, those tales about Odin and Thor are actually about me. Yes, a twelve-year-old boy. To be fair, I’m not an ordinary boy. I’m a Viking.

So here it goes, the truth.

It all started on the morning of my first raid.


Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I dropped the last log onto the fire. Sparks erupted from the flames. I jumped back, managing to avoid most of them. My hands danced around my pants, smothering the few embers which struck me.

I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. My hand swept across my forehead. Sweat mixed with the dirt on my hand and made black streaks across my palm. No telling what my forehead looked like.

I closed my eyes. I’m going on this raid. Those words ran over and over through my mind, until I imagined them sailing easily out of my mouth. Confident of my success, I took one more deep breath and ran outside.


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