Magnus Chase Oneshots!

Why He Won't Talk To Me

(This is a spin off of why she wouldn't talk to me, but this time Magnus is going to the one with the nightmare.) Magnus Chase's POV

My nightmare started off as a pleasant dream. It was pleasant until stupid Anxiety came to ruin it. Here is my dream, start to finish. 

Alex and I are sitting next to each other in a coffee shop in Midgard. We are talking and laughing together and it felt nice to have her around me. Then she stood up quickly, changed her character completely and looked furious beyond compare. 

"You know you have terrible fashion taste," She begins, "And no one is truly your real friend, we are just all there because we pity you"

"What are you talking about Alex? Why do you look so mad?" I ask her.

"Your mother would be extremely disappointed in all the time you wasted after she died and disappointed at all things you did after you died!" She yells angrily at my face, "Your father rues the day you were born and secretly hates all the accomplishments you have made!"

Tear's start to crowd my eyes. Why was she being so mean? Why do I feel like all of this is true? 

"No one in the nine worlds thinks your accomplishments were all that great, most people have even forgotten about what you have done!" She yells at me, "Not even Fenris wolf would be your friend, your too sarcastic and clingy! Don't even get me started on your ridiculous powers! Even mortals are more powerful than you!"

Then she turns away from me and starts to walk away, all while muttering, "Your mother would be so disappointed"

I woke crying, my pillow soggy with my tears. It was still night and my room was dark. I knew it was just a dream, I knew Alex wouldn't really say that, but my subconscious thinks she is right. I do have horrible fashion taste, and I do feel like everyone pretends to be my friend sometimes, and I do feel my parents would be disappointed in me. I really am a horrible einherjar, I am horrible at fighting and my power really only is useful on the battlefield outside of Valhalla. I got out of bed and wiped the tears from my face to no avail, I just kept crying. I couldn't stop crying so I went to my atrium and just laid on the grass and let it soak up my tears. Why is my brain so cruel to me? I guess we'll never know. 

Alex Fierro's POV 

Magnus looked strange at breakfast and didn't act like himself. He was quiet and withdrawn, his face was tear stained and red. No one asked him about it for fear others would hear and make fun of him. I needed to know what was wrong. I needed to know because he is my best friend and seeing him so down in the dumps concerns me. So after breakfast as all of us headed up to our rooms, I followed Maggie up to his door before I began to speak.

"Magnus, what's wrong?" I ask him gently.

"Nothing," he says quietly and opens the door to his room. 

He walks into his room and tries to shut the door, but I run in at the last second. I slip into his room and he just is staring at the floor as he walks towards his atrium. I run after him and gently place my hands on his shoulder. 

"Maggie what's wrong?" I ask him again.

He looks up at me for a second, then looks away from me and towards his atrium. He takes a deep breath but doesn't say anything. I hold onto his shoulders tightly so that he doesn't run away.

"Magnus tells me right now or I swear to Odin I will decapitate you over and over again," I say to him firmly.

"I can't it's too embarrassing," He says and shoves my hands off of him. 

He walks over to his atrium and sits down on the grass, leaning his body onto the world tree. I walk over and sit down next to him. He stares out into the abyss of Vanaheim. I then scoot in front of his field of vision and put my hands on his shoulders again. I look into his watery eyes and realize he is about to cry. I take my hands off of him immediately.

"Maggie, is it something I said or did?" I say quickly.

"No," Magnus says faintly, still looking at Vanaheim, "It's just something stupid, it's nothing okay? I am fine, just leave me alone please," He begs. 

I look at his tear-stained reddened face and know I cannot leave him alone. 

"No Magnus, I am staying right here until you tell me what made you cry and what is wrong," I say firmly.

"Promise you won't make fun of me?" He says and looks me in my eyes. 

His eyes shimmer and look like a dark stormy night at sea with fog coming from every direction. I nod my head yes.

"I've, just, um, it's hard to say, but I have been having a lot of anxiety lately and I had this nightmare where you were screaming all these insults at me that I think about myself like how I am a failure and how my powers are stupid," He says somberly. 

"Magnus, you can heal people, that power is amazing, I can't do that, Most people can't do that, your power is special and amazing Magnus, I wish I had a power as useful," I say and smile at him, "And Magnus, your nowhere close to being a failure, you rebound Ferris wolf even though you terrified of wolves and you got back Thor's hammer, how amazing are those two achievements?"

"Yes but I set Loki free in the process of getting the hammer and rebinding Ferris is only postpones Ragnörak," He says quietly.

I do the only thing I can think of doing at that moment and hug him.

"Magnus, even though those things happened, it still doesn't make your accomplishments any less great, I care about you alright, that's why I am here right now Maggie, because I want you to feel better, it will be alright Maggie, your not a failure, your an amazing person with great accomplishments, everything is okay," I say gently and calmly as to not frighten him or hurt his feelings somehow.

"Thank you so much, Alex," Magnus says in my ear, "Thank you for helping me"