Thor ran, his hammer not weighing even an ounce in his hand. When he finally reached his destination, Loki was crouching, ready to step out and into freedom.
"No!" Thor cried, lunging at his younger brother. But it was no use, he simply jumped through air and landed in the cage. He quickly stood and saw Loki standing there, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" He asked incredulously. Crying out, Thor slammed the glass container with his hammer, making it shake and nearly fall. Loki took a step back, noticing along with Thor the damage he could have just caused. He smiled and looked up. Thor followed his eyes and saw a white figure suddenly jump down from atop the cage. She banged on the glass with both hands three times before finally speaking.
"Hi Thooor!" Ursa laughed, jumping up and down. "How are you?"
Thor stood back, not believing his eyes. "Ursa." He breathed. "What are you doing here?"
"Hmmmm..." The girl wrapped her arms around herself. "I was actually just helping my husband out with his plan to take over this pathetic race. Why? What are you doing here?" She rocked back and forth on her heels.
"I am..." Thor barely recognized the girl before him. Yes, she looked the same, but her eyes were different. They were not soft and happy as they once were, instead they held a look of hysteria, a look of a mad woman. "What happened to you?"
"What happened to me?" Ursa stopped rocking and looked down at herself, then to Thor, her face completely serious. "I was betrayed. That's what."
"Ursa-" Thor started but stopped once he saw Loki lift the glass panel up from the red button.
"The humans think us immortal." He said, his fingers hovering just over the button. "Shall we test that?
Just as his finger brushed across the glossy surface of the red button, he froze. Agent Coulson stood with an enormous gun in his hands, aimed right at the God of Mischief. "Step away please."
Loki did as he was told, hands splayed out as he eyed the mortal's weapon. Thor looked between the two, and then at Ursa when she gasped. One hand on the glass and the other on her stomach, she looked panicked. But he paid more attention to the hand over her belly. He had not been able to see it before, what with her flailing about, but now up close he saw it. Ursa looked at him and he met her eyes. They were no longer hysterical or mad, but they told him something. With her eyes, she pleaded for silence.
"No..." Thor breathed. And then from the corner of his eye he saw Loki put the scepter through Coulson's chest. "No!" He yelled out, slamming his fist into the glass. Ursa stepped back, holding onto the railing.
This was not happening. He backed away into the middle of the cage as Loki once again went to the big red button. He waited. One more look into the sad eyes of Ursa, and he was falling.
"Well, that was anti-climactic." The god of mischief commented as he walked up behind Ursa, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yes." Ursa breathed in agreement. She looked over to see a wheezing Phil Coulson as Loki let go of her and turned to leave.
"You're going to lose." The human said.
Ursa would have listened to the rest of their small conversation, but she was a bit distracted by the white haired girl standing not twenty feet from them. Loki was blasted across the room, but the stare held between the two girls was not broken.
Finally looking away, Ursa strode over to where Coulson lay and reached into his shirt. The man winced in pain, but didn't move otherwise. The goddess placed a hand over the wound and held it there, concentrating.
Phil watched as her hand glowed golden for a moment and felt a warm sensation go through him. Her hand came out of his shirt completely clean and went to her mouth. A finger pressed against her lips, asking for his silence.
"Get away from him." Mali growled, now standing less than ten feet from her. "Or you'll be-"
"Doing nothing." Loki interrupted from behind her. Mali froze- she could feel his breath on her neck.
"I should have realized sooner, but I was a bit distracted." Loki reached around and took her throat in one hand, shoving her against the metal railing. "You are a child of the moon." He smiled. "Which means you must obey me, just as Fenris does."
Mali spat in his eye. The god sighed. And knocked her unconscious. "Time to go, darling." Ursa said and took his hand. Together, they escaped.
"Please dear god tell me I have not been drinking beer with a demon." Dean sat against the wall facing a possessed Darcy.
The demon smiled. "No, but you were just flirting with one." She giggled.
"Who are you, anyway?" He was not about to shoot his friend or stab her, so a quick interrogation before exorcism seemed to be in order.
"Oh, Dean that hurts. I would hope you would remember me, your brother did kill me after all." And her eyes rolled back until all you saw was white.
"Oh hell no!" Dean shouted, standing. "That's impossible, you're dead you bitch!"
Lilith clicked her tongue. "No need to be such a potty mouth mister." She wagged her finger, which was grabbed by the hunter.
"Get out, now. Before I exorcise your ass out." He growled.
"Fine, fine. But I have a message first. From me to you." Lilith snatched her finger back.
"Well spit it out and then get out."
"Something big is about to happen." She giggled.
"What?" Dean demanded after a moment of silence.
"I'm not here to tell you. Just that once it does happen, I'm going to throw you right in that pit to watch your brother be tortured in that cage. We've got our own little god down there now, and he really enjoys torturing souls. Hey, maybe you can join him!"
A dagger, the dagger was pulled from the green duffel bag. Lilith stepped back as far as she could in her tiny circle.
"Hey, remember who you're about to stab with that." Her smiled faltered.
"Oh, I'm not stabbing anyone, bitch." And then the hunter began the exorcism. Lilith squirmed and moaned in pain. But somehow, she managed to find it in herself to smile as he said the last words and uttered her own.
"Watch yourself, Dean. I won't be so nice next time." And with that Lilith burst out of Darcy's body in a mess of black smoke.
Dean caught Darcy before she hit the ground. He carried her to his couch and brought her water. When she woke up, she slapped Dean.
"What the hell just happened?" Her words were hard to make out as she gulped down the water.
"You were possessed by a demon." And Dean was sprayed with water.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Darcy pulled off her jacket and began wiping his face. "That's just a little, you know, shocking to hear that a demon decided to take a ride in my body, which I don't blame them, who wouldn't want a piece of this? But still, demon possession is new to me and I don't really want to repeat it. For second, when I woke up on your couch, I thought you had maybe drugged me and brought me here because it turns out your actually a serial killer and that's why I slapped you. Sorry about that." Darcy frowned as she finished drying him off.
"Well, nice to know that that's your first thought when waking up on my couch." Dean rubbed his eye.
"Well when one of your friends claims to be a demon hunter, going around and killing monsters that possess people from time to time, you get a little suspicious and think maybe they're actually a crazy killer and lying to yo-"
She was stopped by a kiss. "You talk way too freakin' much." Dean said before continuing.
Darcy rolled her eyes and slapped him away lightly. "Too bad, I'm gonna keep talkin'. Take me to Jane."
AN: And there's chapter three! If I've spoiled Supernatural for you, sorry. Anyway, don't forget to leave a review! Thanks for reading!
