A/N: This is just a little drabble about what was going through Ingrid's head when Mike was forcing her to open the portal to Asgard - Ingrid's always been my favorite character, and although I do understand, it did bother me a little that she would have done something she knew was so dangerous and could cause so much harm to everyone she knew and loved just because she was in pain. So many of the other characters have proved how selfless and strong they are and I thought Ingrid should have a turn. I wrote this as my reasoning for her decision to open the portal. Well, that and a little something to get everyone ready for season two.
Truthfully, I can't say that I didn't expect it, that I wasn't nervous that something like this could happen. But as they say, hindsight is 20/20. If only I had done something sooner.
I heard a sharp clicking sound and a gasp as I felt something cool and metal touch the small of my back. It took me a moment to realize what was going on. I remembered speaking with Victor earlier about Asgard, and how there was no way that we could go back. It was too dangerous. There were too many risks, to my mom, to Freya, to Aunt Wendy, to everyone.
I barely paid attention as he forced me down into the catacombs. I knew that there was nothing I could do with a gun to my back. As we got closer to the portal, closer to doing the one thing that I knew could never be done, I tried to protest. He was farther back, not immediately behind me. I had to try to stop him, to scare him into submission.
The bullet tore through my arm like it was nothing. I screamed and grasped my arm in pain. I knew what this man was capable of, what his obsession would lead him to do. I wanted to fight back. I could have refused and used my magic even with the bullet wound, but I would be dead before I could do anything. The slightest movement and I'd be dead. I could handle the pain, really I could, but it also woke me. He was right, I could die. And if I died, then so did Freya. And I couldn't do that to her. Not when she was so happy, when she was just about to have her dream realized, when she was just about to start her live with the man that the loved.
It wasn't fair to take away her happiness. From what I'd seen and heard, this was the first time we'd gotten so far. I knew that what I was about to do would change our lives forever, but there was no choice. I had to do this for my sister. I had to let her have her happiness. She deserved it. Every minute that she could salvage would be worth what I was about to do.
Even if I died, Mike could still open the portal. Then Aunt Wendy, Mom, and Victor would have to fight the shifter and everyone in Asgard alone, with no help from Freya or myself.
I cry in despair, knowing that this man will never give up. I don't know how to open the portal, really, I don't, but I have to survive for a little while longer. The portal will be open whether I live or die, but if I can survive just a little while longer, I can help my family do what needs to be done.
So I take a deep breath and put my other hand on the wall. Cracks start to form and light pours out. For you, Freya, for you.
