Loki continued to battle alongside Thor, The Warriors Three, The lady Sif and the rest of the Asgardian army as they fought against the Ayv. These creatures were dark, almost grim in some ways with their billowing robes and featureless, bare faces that hid beneath armor of the purest silver. Black and red blood splats decorated the countryside, marking each territory of the armies. It was a very grueling battle. Thors mane of blond hair, and bright crimson cape lead the armies onward through the forest-covered realm. Loki smiled as he watched Hogun and Sif fight back-to-back, yelling out curses and taunts as they continued to impale their foes. Loki Odinson, second son to the Allfather, watched her now black hair whip through the wind like a flag as he briefly contemplated the trick that he'd pulled all those years ago. What fun it had been.
Suddenly, a massive creature, bigger than a rockslide, approached Loki, its shadow overcoming the landscape around the young prince. Lokis gaze shifted upward to the monsters gruesome face as it roared like thunder. Loki smirked before using his newly found powers to freeze the giant in place before blasting him through the country side, sending rocks and ice smashing and crashing over the terrain.
And that was when the battle had been won. All the creatures who had been fighting immediately froze in surprise at the sight of their fallen champion. Thor laughed uproarously at his younger brothers bravery before a low chanting began to reverberate through the landscape.
With the chant of a single foreign word, there would be a stomp of many feet that shook the ground.
Chant, stomp, chant, stomp, chant, stomp over and over again. This sent an uneasiness over the entire Asgardian army.
"Get ready!" Thor roared to his armies, and each and every warrior clenched their weapon tighter in his or her hand. Lokis crystal eyes watched the armies as they continued to call on their own gods to aid them.
The chanting continued on, the stomps roaring like the waves on a seashore.
Then almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Lokis gaze shifted through the armies, in search of any change. But there was none. What had just happened?
Then the ground opened up beneath them with a guttural roar, releasing a massive creature that was ten times the size of the one Loki had defeated. Dirt and dust filled the air, blinding most of the army as they groaned with pain while trying to peer through the dust, stone and rocks that spewed from the monster. Thor could barely see what was in front of him as he tried desperately to reach the monster in hopes of destroying it. Mijolnir appeared in his hand as he leapt, attempting to reach the hard surface of the creatures flesh.
The hammer struck living stone, but the flesh remained intact.
"Thor!" Loki coughed, trying to remove the thin layer of dirt and dust from his mouth as he spoke, the land had completely been demolished from the recent uprooting of the new foe, and it left many creatures on both sides badly wounded. Thor whipped around to see his green-clad brother racing towards him, squinting from the irritating dirt.
"There are too many of them!" Loki spat, trying to get his brother to see reason. But if anyone knew Thor, they knew that he would not rest until the Nine Realms saw peace. But this time Thor stopped, and looked around at his fallen armies as they worked to stand upright again from the recent heavy blow. Loki shook the dirt from his ebony hair as he also searched with his brother.
"I, myself will fight, along with my warriors..." Thor said, finally, his voice weak. He was exhausted. "But, you, brother, you must go and retreat with the armies into the forest..."
Loki looked at his own brother in surprise. That's when he saw how weary Thor looked, blood covering him, either his own or some other poor hapless victim.
"Brother, I will fight with–."
"Loki..." Thor placed a loving hand on his brothers shoulder, a weak smile on his unshaven face. "Go."
A moment later the massive creature roared and then struck Thor and sent him sprawling ten yards away, and Loki ran as fast as he could, his breathing heavy and uneven as he ran with his heavy armor. Every Ayvrin he passed he'd kill him moments after.
"Armies! Retreat into the forest!" Loki commanded, his voice gruff and demanding.
Sif ran towards Loki, a deep gash on her forehead.
"What's happened?" She shouted through the ruckus of Thors battle.
"You... and the warriors... have been asked to go aid the true king of Asgard." Loki said, gasping for breath. Sif turned to see the stone beast lose an arm from Thors attack moments before it grew back as if by magic. She looked to Loki once more before racing off in the other direction, calling for Fandral and Hogun as she readied her sword.
"Come on!" He shouted as the Asgardian army ran across the field and into the woods like ants. The war raged on as the Ayvrin army continued to pursue them, but Loki already had that covered.
A moment later, with a flash of deep blue, a wall of ice over a foot thick and seven feet tall hid the forest from view. Loki grinned and laughed triumphantly before an army member stepped forward.
"You've marked us as cowards, Prince... Asgardian cowards who would rather hide behind ice then fight."
For one moment Lokis smile faltered, that comment genuinely hurt him, but that was before something caught his gaze out of the corner of his eye. His gaze shifted immediately over to a sparkling light, seeming to get bigger and closer as each second ticked by.
"What is that?" Loki murmured, entranced by the falling object.
The soldier followed Lokis gaze and also spotted it.
"A star?" He asked quizzically as it continued to drop, the brightness fading substantially as it continued to plummet towards its inevitable landing.
"Hurry!" Loki said, feeling the urge to be there when the star hit the planet. Some of the army men stayed behind to guard the ice-wall, but most followed Loki. The star continued to descend faster and faster before suddenly it was gone from the sky. Loki froze in mid step, in search for the star. Anger began to boil in his chest as he scanned the forests vegetation.
"Where has it gone?" He asked, searching the clearing that they'd assumed it would've landed. The entire group was silent, also in search for the illusive star.
Then suddenly there was a stirring in the dead center of the clearing they'd arrived to. Loki held up a fist to stop his guards. He wanted to be the first to see this sight.
He stepped forward warily, as if the ground would give way at the slightest pressure. In the middle of the clearing, there was a white pile of some unknown substance, almost like snow, only solid.
"Sir, what is it?" A guard asked behind him.
"I don't know..." Loki replied, standing a foot or so away from the apparent star. Then a moment later, it stirred.
There, lay a woman with bleach white hair and medium tanned skin. Loki gasped at the radiant beauty, but also that enormous eagle like wings grew from her back, making her look like that of a Siren. Her wings were so large that Loki thought he could've easily fit two of him on either wing. The woman's dress was in tatters, though the ribbon that served as a belt remained intact. Then Loki got the courage to speak, realizing he'd been silently staring at this woman for awhile. What if she'd woken up to him staring at her? That would've had disastrous consequences.
"Milady..." Loki muttered, going to his knees to this woman. She moaned softly in reply, that's when Loki noticed the blood and shifted his gaze to one of her wings. A black arrow jutted out from the soft plume that was her left wing, and the feathers were stained crimson where the arrow stuck out.
"Milady..." He repeated anxiously, "You're hurt."
When no reply was returned, he carefully scooped up the delicate woman as if she was a doll. She laid in his arms as if dead, completely limp like a cloth. The only sign of life in her was her chest rising up and down with her breathing. A pain-filled moan escaped her lips as her wings were jostled briefly from Loki trying to hold her steady. The guards stood still, some in awe, as they awaited orders.
"If Thor comes looking for me, I've returned to Asgard. There is a woman here who is very injured and is in need of care."
"Yes, your highness." The oldest guard said, bowing his head. Loki scanned the faces of all the others in waiting before nodding them on. The commander drew his golden sword,
"FOR ASGARD!" He bellowed, to which the others replied in suit before vanishing back into the forest to fight off the Ayv. Loki waited a moment, adjusting the woman so she rested more comfortably in his arms before raising his head to look up into the sky.
"Heimdall, whenever you can..."
As soon as the words escaped his lips a bright light that shone brighter than the sun appeared in the sky before shining down on him and encasing him in a portal that would return him to his home.
That was when the young woman with the long white hair opened her eyes.