Chaos
Chaos: A state of disorder and confusion.
"Get off me", Fury fought out of the iron grip that bound her at the God's side. Entrapment was all she felt against the towering beast of a God.
He released her on the landing of a room that resembled a well-lit crypt. It was largely pillars and concrete.
"I mean you no harm". Thor grunted through her swift jab to his abdomen. Their flight was quick and uneventful, he wasn't sure why she had reacted the way she did. He didn't dwell on her. Instead, he walked briskly to the woman who laid upon a concrete slab. A human by the looks of things. She held an expression of interest for the red energy that circled above her head. Thor was a sight for her eyes. She was glad to see him. It meant she could be only one person. The Human that she had heard only rumours of Jane Foster.
"I see Thor found you in just time", Odin startled Fury with his booming voice that overcame the silence. He met the black covered book gripped in her hands with a raised brow.
"You mean to entertain Loki's wishes?",
"No. I mean to find why he wanted this particular book", Fury breathed out. Her fingers gripped tighter against the soft leather cover.
"Do what you must but be wary of Loki. You have not met his compassion.", Odin met Thor's guilty eyes with disappointment then settled back to her.
"And he will not meet mine",
Fury withheld the aggravation that boiled in her veins, he underestimated her. A mistake that was most foolish to make. Had he the time or patience, he would have entertained her conversation. She could see the vacancy in his eyes that tore his attention to his son who had so willingly brought a human to Asgard. A mistake he wouldn't dare make again.
"It was foolish of me to keep Loki within Thor's reach. I see now that his judgement is not for the best of Asgard...", Odin uncrossed his arms, straightening the golden bracers that had been knocked out of place. "Take Loki tonight...before it is too late", He breathed out with anguish, striding towards the mess his son had made.
"My words are mere noises to you that you ignore them completely?"
Thor fought for words to say to calm Odin's anger but none would give justice to his action. "She's ill."
"She is mortal. Illness is their defining trait.", Odin stared down to the brown haired mortal that had corrupted his son with such disobedience. It awoke anger in Thor, that his father would turn a blind eye to someone he loved so dearly.
"I brought here because we can help her."
"She does not belong here in Asgard anymore than a goat belongs at a banquet table.", Jane sat up from being examined by Asgard's healers, visibly aggravated. Fury crossed her arms, watching the show begin.
"Did he just...? Who do you think you are?",
"I'm Odin. King of Asgard. Protector of the Nine Realms.", Jane piped down. "Oh. Well, I'm..."
"I know very well who you are, Jane Foster.", Jane turned to look at Thor.
"You told your Dad about me?", Thor smiled weakly, continuing with his explanation.
"Something is within her, father, something I have not seen before."
"Her world has its healers, they're called doctors, let them deal with it. Guards, take her back to Midgard."
Two guards approached Jane and attempted to grab her, suddenly the energy force within her triggered, throwing the two guards into opposing walls. Fury narrowed her eyes with suspicion, stepping closer to the human as Thor rushed to her side.
"Don't touch her." Thor crouched down and tenderly checked on Jane. "Jane, are you alright?".
Fury watched Odin inspect the energy force running through Jane's body. "That's impossible."
"The infection, it's defending her.", A healer dressed in a dull brown gown spoke.
"No, it's defending itself.", Thor replied.
"Come with me.", Odin motioned to the human, summoning her by his side.
"Fury will not wait all day, say what you must", Odin shooed away Thor with impatience.
"I will not leave Jane alone",
"She is not alone", The king silenced his son with the anger in his voice. Thor opened his mouth to speak but closed it once more, feeling his argument would be unworthy.
Thor met the blonde haired woman with a half-hearted smile that faded quickly at the sight of the book within her hands.
"That book is dangerous", He warned, stepping uncomfortably close to her. "But you know this...it is why you have it", Fury didn't sense anger from his tone, curiosity maybe, question. He wasn't sure how to approach the questions that he had.
"Ask me what it is you are hinting towards?",
"Why you. Of all who could have been chosen by the council. Why you?", His question held no hostility towards her like he was thinking aloud. "Why a half-breed against a god. I cannot understand",
"You're so tiny and weak", The words struck a nerve, almost as fast as her taser struck his chest. He grunted in pain, convulsing onto his knees. Fury pocketed her weapon, ceasing the electrical charge that surge through his torso, kneeling next to him.
"Because I'm good",
Thor nodded with an impressed smirk on his lips. She was good. Fast and agile. He hadn't even seen the weapon until it was too late
"Good", She patted his shoulder, offering aid to get the hulking beast back to his feet. She held little patience for anyone but she welcomed his righteous innocence. It was a change of company for her. He was good. Possibly the only person she had met that was genuinely so.
"I do not trust him, Fury. I don't trust what torture he would inflict on you if he came free. Allow me to accompany you in your travels. If only to be the one to meet Loki's end.", Thor breathed out with a grunt of pain. Her taser packed a mean punch. It would not be enough to deter his brother. He wouldn't allow her to be Loki's victim.
"You didn't create the monster. It's not your role to contain it...Say your goodbyes and let us be on our way.",
Although her words were stone sharp she met his sadness with an empathetic stare, making her way back to the dungeons.
Prisoners swarmed into the dungeons, lead by their captors. Asgardian warriors in shiny metal armour. They entertained the most well cared for captive with their groans of detest. Among his joyous provocation, Frigga appeared in his cell.
"Odin continues to bring me new friends. How thoughtful.", Frigga glanced to the pile of untouched books she had provided to her son with a knitted brow.
"The books I sent, do they not interest you?"
Loki hadn't seen her appear, yet he wasn't overjoyed that she had.
"Is that how I'm to while away eternity, reading?", His mouth curled into a menacing snarl.
"I've done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.", Frigga reasoned, hurt by his ungrateful words. She loved him beyond words yet it seemed unrequited
"Have you? Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor? It must be so inconvenient them asking after me day and night."
"You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.", The woman couldn't bear to see her son taken from her.
"My actions. I was merely giving truth to the lie that I had been fed my entire life, that I was born to be a king."
"A king? A true king admits his faults. What of the lives you took on Earth?
"A mere handful compared to the number that Odin has taken himself."
"Your father..."
"He's not my father!
"Then am I not your mother?"
"You're not."
Frigga smiled at him with tears growing in her eyes.
"Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself.", She took a step towards him and extended her hands, Loki went to touch her hand but she was no more than a hologram, Loki looked at Frigga with sadness and her illusion disappeared.
"That poor woman. To have a son like you.", Blue eyes stared back at him through the orange veil that protected her. "I would have just read the books", Fury climbed the ledge that was a mere 2 foot from the ground, coming face to face with the god was an exhilarating feeling. Provoking him was a feeling even more euphoric. She watched his hand curl into a fist at the sound of her voice. His black hair became slightly untamed with the vigour of his approach, he wanted to know her face before he killed her.
"Why are you here? Come to die you foolish girl?!, His fist slammed against the orange veil and she met his emerald Orbs with a smile. He saw beneath her crimson lips she had two pointed fangs among her slanted teeth. Like a vampire?. It sparked an interest in the woman who hounded him. He hesitated, examining her face with narrowed eyes and a knitted brow. Her eyes held the vibrancy of an electric spark, she was fast, too fast for a human. Her hair was almost white like it had never seen the sun. A vampire would be a reasonable guess had he not known better. Yet after being locked away in darkness for so long, he wasn't sure he did know better.
"As much as I enjoy this silent stare down, It is not why I am here", Fury spoke above the tension-filled silence. He stepped away from her, facing his leather-clad back towards her dismissively.
"We leave tonight, Prince...I would try to fix that mess before we do", The woman recalled his awful words towards his mother. Tonight?
Screams echoed through the dungeons, taking with them the soft lighting that burst into scatterings of glass on the ground. Loki smiled a sinister grin. He would settle to watch her die.
Fury snapped her head towards the cells that boomed with activity. Her heartbeat fastened at the shattering of the prison cell walls that released hundreds of prisoners onto the guards.
"Oh how lovely, I get to see you die", Loki's face beamed with a smile, slicking back his hair that had come unstuck. His hand hovered over the books Frigga had left, settling on the one with a smooth grey spine.
"Fuck...", Fury swore, her eyes searching for an escape from the chaos that reigned upon her. It was only the calm before the storm.
"Indeed", Loki smirked, his victory was sweet and had not come at a more opportune time.
Prisoners bounded towards her, their teeth bared and their weapons raised. She breathed out to calm her trembling nerves, gripping the handles of her swords. Her finger hovered over the silver buttons that shined against the black and red hilt. The dark dungeon sparked with a bright blue flame that extended the grips she held. Fury jumped off the ledge, slicing into a dark-skinned creature that charged toward her. Prisoners danced around her, meeting her flaming blade in their attempt to kill her. She fought well compared to the guards that had almost diminished from the dungeons. She was fast, precise with her aim. He thought she might even escape until a ghastly creature slammed the flaming swords from her grasp in a single hit.
"Oh well", Loki chided, returning to his book. He had paid no mind until minutes later when a blur of blonde hair swept past his sight. Fury was significantly more dishevelled than before with strands of hair falling from her high tied hair and a visible cut peeking from the left side of her bottom lip. She launched herself towards a hulking man, meeting his jaw with her elbow. Her limbs swiftly jabbed and kicked at the beast who bounced back to her as a bloodied mess. Impressive.
Arms grabbed at her black padded vest that withheld the bulk of her arsenal, Holding her still. She reached for the dagger in her belt buckle.
"You're pissing me off!",
Blood splattered the wall of white in her swift jab into the man's throat, a vicious attack. She was glorious with her chest heaving in exhaustion and her teeth bared in anger. Her blue orbs flickered to the figure seated in his cell, his eyes torn from the pages onto a much more intriguing sight. A sinister smile curled at his lips upon meeting her eyes.
The knife in her hand proved useful until she could somehow retrieve her swords that had been kicked over the floor in a frenzy of clattering feet.
"Behind you", Loki spoke without glancing up from his book. Fury snarled to the beast behind her, gripping the knife tighter in her hand. He held her swords in both hands, a victorious grin spread on his lips, almost matching her own. His calloused fingers pressed on the array of buttons to release the fiery blade. It didn't work. He pressed it again with anger. Nothing.
"Try it once more", Fury's voice was low and taunting, aware that the blades didn't contain a fire within themselves. He jammed the circular button with his thumb, despite her ominous words.
Flame consumed his hands, growing to his forearms in a blue fiery blaze. His screams of agony were ignored as she swiped the weapons from his hands, sheathing them at her side. The corners of her mouth curled into a smirk of hilarity, watching the beast set a number of things and people on fire in his plea to extinguish the flame.
The hulking man she had encountered moments prior returned to the fight against her, swatting her with all his might, slamming her into the ground.
"Argh", She groaned under the grasp of the man's hand against her throat. He lifted her by his grip around her neck, launching the blonde haired woman toward the orange veil that contained Loki. Loki waited for the sweet sound of her getting knocked unconscious by the wall. He was quite disheartened to see the wall glitch, it was only for a moment but it allowed the woman into his cell, flattening her against the floor with a thump.
Fury peeled herself off the floor with an audible groan, her vision was blurred from the force of her landing. Oh no. Her eyes widened to the four walls that surrounded her.
"...Shit",
"Indeed", Loki's voice spoke sharply in her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, see his towering shadow behind her. Her heart beat faster in her chest that heaved with exhaustion.
"Now let's see who you really are", She heard him murmur a few words before his spell took her into unconsciousness.
