Chapter 9 Mother and Daughter

'It was all blood and dust.'

Well no it's not, fighting machines was not a fun job, they never bleed.

Angerboda thought as she put moisture and water into her darts through sorcery.

They never spare blood, the bloody part would not be so fun then.

She never knew where this sense of violence came into her, maybe it's after her training with Echidna, maybe not, but she liked it anyway.

However, she knew it would never be her biological parents who put this violent personality into her, they were too kind to do so.

She raised her hand and the sharp murderous blade sliced into the heart of the Chitauri who stepped in her way. She knocked off its left arm and pull its head off.

Bloody hell.

Loki took a glance at her raging eyes and damaged the engine of the Chitauri by his dagger like he always did.

No, not rage.

Since when did that change? He didn't know, but there's nothing to do with rage, rage can't change anything.

He stabbed with his dagger then observed.

A step forward, a wave of the left arm, and murderous kick, a swing of the weapon on the right.

A long time ago he learnt something about robots, about machines, about programs, he saw a pattern.

Loki dodged off his way to Angerboda and nudged her.

The girl turned her head, he saw her eyes were crimson red.

'There's a pattern,' he told her as she chopped off the head of a Chitauri, 'we gonna fight according to the pattern, that would cost us less.'

'Sure,' she answered.

As they looked around there was still an army of Chitauris, they were not supposed to win.

Angerboda adopted Loki's advice, it really cost her less, it took her three minutes to kill one before but it only took her a minute now.

She sliced a throat and he chopped off an arm.

The Chitauris were almost down.

Suddenly the dust on the ground was blown stirring by a strong wind, all of a sudden all the Chitauris stopped as if they had received an order, and a woman elegantly landed with her right knee kneeling on the ground.

Her skin was snow white and her hair was charcoal black, with her red lunatic eyes and a thick lip she stood up. Her hands could be clearly seen by then, they were like the flippers of a duck with scales on them, she had a pair of red wings which looked like a dragon's, a red, long, waxy tail gently lied on the floor behind her legs, she's wearing a red, metal armour with black patterns on it.

She would've looked gorgeous if she's not a monster.

Loki and Angrboda stared at her, shocked, but with a very different reason.

'M….mother?' Angrboda stepped a step backwards.

Loki looked at her as he whispered, 'what the hell?'

He never expected that. Who is this 'women'? Her mother? He'd always imagined her mother as an elegant and generous Asgardian… but wait, isn't her biological mother dead? Then who is this monstrous creature? Her adopted mother? She had mentioned it before, what is she called? E… Ech?

'Darling.' the women spoke as she walked towards them, 'I thought you prefer fighting existences that bleed,' her voice was deep, it remembered Loki of Hela, but they're slightly different.

She's clearly talking to Angrboda.

'Yes, of course, only if you could provide me those... yummy meals,' Angrboda replied calmly, she stepped forward so she returned to her original position.

He remembered, Echidna, Angrboda's adoptive mother.

The women nodded, 'maybe later,' and she turned to Loki., 'Boyfriend? I've been expecting this a long time ago but my little girl kept locking herself up in her safety zone,' she walked towards him in a more sarcastic voice, 'but who the hell are you?'

'I am Loki of Asgard,' Loki replied.

Echidna smiled, she seemed to be satisfied, 'I've heard of your name before. I'm Echidna, and I'm of nothing.'

'Mother,' suddenly, Angrboda interrupted, 'are you serving him?'

'Seems you know something,' Echidna turned to her, 'it shall be he's serving me, or at least you shall say we're cooperating.'

'Mother! That creature wants… has wiped out half the population of the whole universe!' she nearly shouted.

'So what?' said Echidna coldly as she kept moving towards Angrboda, 'I'm an individual. We both have evil plans, when negative comes over negative, it's positive.'

Angrboda shook her head, 'that's immoral.'

'Life is immoral, my dear Angrboda, look at you, has life been moral to you?' she was standing right in front of Angrboda as she spoke, and she reached out her hand to touch Angrboda's face.

Angrboda stepped backwards.

She felt so complicated, she felt so wrong, is this woman even her mother? Or was she only the one who gave her her morbid taste, made her into a fighting machine and forget the mercy of this world? She was Sigyn, she was not Angrboda, this name was given by this woman, it's pathetic and sad.

'You're not my mother,' the four words burst out from her mouth like a bucket of water.

Echidna looked shocked and humiliated when she heard her shaky voice, her mouth was wide opened but she could not make a noise.

'If you're my mother you wouldn't even call me Angrboda!,' Angrboda looked at her, her eyes blameful.

'Then, Sigyn?' Echidna cleared her throat and stood with her back straight.

Angrboda was still staring at her, with drops and drops of tears streaming down her face.

'Bo,' Echidna crouched towards Angrboda with her voice soft and meek, 'I call you Angrboda because I gave you this name. Angrboda, she is my girl, my most brilliant angel.'

Angrboda stood there still.

She cannot decide, she cannot admit how much of a dumbass she was, the woman in front of her was the one who raised her, bought her to adulthood, taught her fighting skills, trained with her. Yes oh yes, she really could never replace that woman whose eyes were bright blue, whose hair was blonde and whose skin was creamy, but, after all these years, was she not her mother now?

Loki looked at this scene, it reminded him of a pitiful memory, a long time ago.

He tried to catch Angrboda's attention and whispered to her, 'Bo, she is your mother, she truly is!'

Angrboda looked at Loki, and with a deep breath she muttered, 'you're my mum.' Her lips were shaking while Echidna dragged her into her arms immediately and hugged her so tightly like it was the last hug ever, she had tears hanging over her face and she gently kissed on Angrboda's forehead.

It had always been so warm and pleasant in this monstrous creature's arms, she's such a hugger.

Angrboda peeked over to Echidna's chin, 'promise me to quit this cooperation,' she requested like a six-year-old girl negotiating with her mother after arguing over candies.

Loki looked at them and smiled from the bottom of his heart, he felt so grateful, as if he had finished somebody else's dream which he never had the chance to finish his own.