Yay new chapter. This will be the last chapter that crosses over with the movie, after that will be in between Raganrok and Infinity War. More on that timeline another time.

I had to cut it off sooner than originally planned. I was going to add more, but that section needs a lot of work so I cut it off a bit sooner, and it still works, it's just a shorter chapter than originally planned.

Prepare yourselves, we'll be arriving any minute,"

I looked up from where I sat off to the side, playing with my trident shaped ring.

Loki was speaking to the now ex-gladiators, preparing them for whatever battle we were all about to face. I turned my head away, staring at the far wall, not wanting to interact with anyone, least of all him.

"I seriously hope that you're fighting skills have improved somewhat. I don't want to have to save your ass again," his voice was now directly at my side.

I glanced up around the floof of my now short hair, glaring at him through the brown strands. "Oh I'm sorry that after two years on an alien planet, hiding my abilities so I wouldn't get killed, has made me a little rusty."

"Just make sure you can fight. I won't have any of you holding us down," Loki was staring at me calmly, his face still as expressionless as it was earlier.

"What about Kayin, he can't fight?"

"He will be staying behind along with a few others to make sure everyone boards safely." a pause. "Your friend will be safe from harm."

I sighed and rose to me feet, using the wall to hoist myself up, "I may be a bit rusty, but trust me after years of training I can sill hold my own," I crossed my arms, keeping a few feet between us. I could feel my ring where I clutched it in my fast, the metal warm.

"And your...abilities?" He asked, "You certainly didn't have control of them during your fight with Naseem."

"Yeah because for one, it's like a muscle. If you don't use it for a while, it's going to hurt and be difficult until you've stretched it out again, and two; the farther away I am from my father, the less powerful I become. So if I seem a little, 'rusty'," I made air quotes, "There's a reason for it."

"And do you think you'll be able to use them on Asgard, you'll still be far away." He ignored my sarcasm.

"No guarantees, Your Highness," I said, giving him a mock bow. He seemed less than amused by my response, but didn't say another word before moving on to someone else.

I sighed once he moved away, slumping against the wall, pulling my ring back out and continuing to turn it around in my fingers. I traced the trident over and over again, something I used to do often back home. I began to relax a bit, the familiar motions calming me. I hadn't been in a real fight for something in a long time, but thank the gods I was trained by the best. I pressed down hard on the prongs of the trident, feeling it instantly expand in my hand. A few of the people next to me jumped slightly at the sight of the faintly glowing bronze sword I now held. It felt good to hold Savior in my hand again. That sword had gotten me through so much, it was just as much a part of me as my brother's sword was for him.

I didn't have a sheath for the sword, so I carried it in my hand as I walked past others until I found Kayin.

"Eliza," Kayin gave me a faint smile as I came up to him.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"For the moment? Fine. I just hope we can rescue the Asgardians and get out as soon as possible."

I placed a hand on his upper arm and squeezed gently, "We will I promise." I smiled.

I saw his eyes trail down to look at my sword. "Is that yours?"

"Yes," I lifted it up for him to see.

He peered at the Greek lettering engraved on the blade.

"I don't speak this Terran language, what does it say?" he traced the letters.

"Savior."

He gave me a pointed look.

"I didn't pick the name," I grumbled. "It came with the sword okay?"

"Is this supposed to be some sign?"

"Heh no." I shook my head and grinned. "Actually the history of this sword is a bit personal. I'd tell you the story right now but it's a bit long, so let's save it for when we get out of this."

He smiled, "I look forward to it."

I started to smile, suddenly thrown off guard when I felt the ship shudder.

"We must be entering Asgard's atmosphere or something," I muttered, clutching Savior and dashing off to join the others.

I could feel the ship lowering as I made my way through the crowd, looking for Korg.

"Where's Korg?" I finally asked someone.

"He already went down there," the alien explained, gesturing outside. "Getting a head start I guess."

I nodded my thanks as I continued to move forward until I was right up front. The entrance was open but without the ramp lowered. I found Loki there, holding onto the side as the ship continued it slow downward motion. All I could see outside so far was a low hanging fog.

"Are we there?" I more asked aloud to myself, but he still answered.

"Just about...now," Loki grinned and stepped forward spreading his arms, a large grin on his face.

Well that was certainly not what I was expecting.

The next thing out of his mouth was even worse.

"Your savior is here!" he called down to the people that emerged from the fog.

I quickly took a look at the people we were rescuing. Maybe a few hundred, I'd say no more than 600 at most of men, women, and children all in some types of dresses and robes. They all had expressions of fear mixed with confusion and vague relief. I also got a glimpse of another ship at one end of the bridge, and thank the gods, it was Val. And just below her closer to our ship was a massive green giant. I realized, with a start, that it was the Hulk. I knew he'd been on Sakaar, probably got there similar to how I did but when did he escape? Deciding to not worry about it for the moment, I took stock of the creatures that were advancing on the people on the edges of the group. Tall skeletal monsters, glowing a vague green.

I clenched Savior in my fist as Loki, myself, and a few others hurried down the ramp and into the crowd of people.

I was a few steps behind Loki and could hear him, "Did you miss me?" he gave his people cheeky grins, and some actually looked relieved to see him, much to my surprise. "Get on that ship, now." the people closest to him quickly did as told and began to climb the ramp onto the ship. I didn't really have time for sightseeing though as I followed Loki to where he joined a tall, dark skinned man in leather armor, carrying a massive sword, where he seemed to be watching the Hulk fighting a giant wolf. Okay, after everything I've seen a giant wolf was probably the least weird by now. I turned my attention to the new man, noticing suddenly how his eyes, which were like pools of liquid gold. They quickly found Loki and the man spoke.

"Welcome home," by the gods, his voice was a beautiful timbre, and I swear by those two words alone I would listen to this man read a phone book to me. "I saw you coming," he said, giving Loki a faint smile.

Loki gave a faint smile, "Of course you did."

Liquid Gold Eyes turned to me, "Welcome to Asgard, daughter of Poseidon."

I blinked, "How did-"

"Heimdall is our gatekeeper, he sees all." was all the explanation Loki gave me.

I just sort of nodded faintly, "Huh...ok, y'know what I'll ask later."

Heimdall nodded, "That would be in everyone's best interest."

I turned my attention to the oncoming creatures, quickly getting into a familiar stance, ready to spring forward. "What are those things?"

"Dragur," Loki said. "Souls of the dead resurrected to fight for whoever summoned them, in this case, I imagine it was Hela."

"Great." I cracked my neck, "Weaknesses?"

"Best option is to cut off their heads." Heimdall said.

"Or smash 'em with a big stick," Korg said from Heimdall's other side.

"Great, so I should be more stabby stabby and less slashy slashy." I said.

"You know the more I get to know you, the less I wish I wasn't." Loki muttered next to me.

"You're one to talk," I grumbled.

"Be quiet both of you and get to work. We have a lot of people to get on that ship." Heimdall said as the dragur finally caught up to us.

Loki and I quit our bickering for the time being and we both jumped into action as the creatures came upon us. The first dragur raised it's sword to meet mine, pushing down. Finally in a real battle, my natural born battle reflexes were kicking in again, telling me when to move and where to strike. I quickly took down three in my path, blackish ooze dripping from my celestial bronze sword. It wasn't until one managed to graze my upper thigh that I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing a lick of armor. The only armor I'd worn recently was back on Sakaar and it wasn't even mine, so I didn't even have it.

"Shit," I muttered, quickly kicking the offending dragur over before lopping its head off. In all the haze it was hard to see anything. I could feel the adrenaline buzzing through my veins.

Go, go, go, it was telling me, urging me on to fight. I huffed and hefted Savior again ducking and running around dragur, stabbing as many as possible and lopping off heads.

I'd only been fighting for mere moments, but it was feeling like hours already.

I jumped suddenly at the sound of a thunderclap.

"What the Hell?" I turned to face the city behind me. A city I had yet to actually notice and sadly still didn't really have time to appreciate. I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end, could smell the ozone in the air. It was an all too familiar feeling, thanks to knowing two children of Zeus. At leas the upside was that I was used to this feeling. The massive lightning bolt struck the bridge farther up as a figure came flying to meet the dragur, lightning darting all around their body.

It had to be Thor. Who else had the power to control thunder and lightning? Thankfully a lot of the dragur were also distracted and I managed to recover sooner, taking them out one by one. As I fought, my position continued to move from place to place until I could feel my back connect with someone else.

"Well, I can't say I'm happy to see you alive, but, at least you're not dead." Loki chuckled behind me, taking out a dragur with his dagger.

"Aw Your Highness, glad to see you too." I grinned, even if his words didn't really make sense, while reaching out and stabbing another dragur in the chest. I briefly glanced to my side, seeing that about two thirds of the Asgardians by this point had made it onto the ship.

"We've got about two thirds in." I called over my shoulder to Loki.

"Good, but we need more time for them. Too bad these things won't stop coming." he said. "We need something large to get rid of them."

I quickly front rolled into a dragur kicking its knees and toppling it over the edge of the bridge into the raging water below.

"Oh look water." I said, hopping back up.

"Are you just now noticing that?" Loki growled.

"Hey I wasn't exactly sightseeing," I said. I spun and ducked as a dragur tried to decapitate me, swinging Savior right through its torso as I came back up. "I can try washing some away."

"Just do something."

"Ok, drama queen." I snorted, quickly moving away from him and towards the edge of the bridge. A bunch of dragur chased after me. I could feel my heartbeat pumping as I reached the edge, crouching low, grasping the prismatic crystal of the bridge.

I raised my free hand out over the water and reached deep inside me, like I had always done feeling for the water. At first it was faint, but the more I pushed the stronger the feeling in my gut became. It hurt, like a muscle that needed stretching, but I needed this power now. I sent a quick prayer to the heavens before reaching into myself as far as my powers would allow and wrenching the water up and over my head in a forceful, massive geyser aimed straight at the dragur. They were washed away across the other side of the bridge and into the raging waters below me. I slumped a bit, releasing the water from my grip. It hurt a bit. The energy I'd expended had been more than my body was currently used to. I knelt there, my battle reflex dulled as my body tried to catch up with the rest of me. It wasn't until I heard the noise behind me that I turned, too late to stop the dragur that had snuck up behind me, sword raised to strike me down.

Before I had a chance to react, it gurgled and went limp toppling over. Loki stood above me, glaring down.

"Watch your back you idiot," he said. He reached out an arm to help me up.

"You try doing what I just did after two years of not doing it and tell me how good your battle reflexes are."

I got to my feet, looking around and seeing that we had thankfully thinned out the number of dragur significantly. And by now just over half of the Asgardians had made it onto the ship. There were maybe about a hundred left still struggling to get on. And at the rate they were going it would take some time to fit everyone.

Loki and I by now had ended up on the other side of the bridge somehow, now facing the city. A few dragur came at Loki and he slashed at them, having to duck and roll in the process, the horned helmet I didn't even realize he'd been wearing, flying off.

"You're late," suddenly Thor was there, reaching out an arm to help Loki up.

"You're missing an eye," Loki said, almost mesmerized by that. I raised an eyebrow, noticing the bloody hole where Thor's right eye used to be.

Another figure brushed past us: Val. "This isn't over," she said walking to meet a new figure approaching us.

As soon as I looked at her my blood ran cold. Tall, imposing figure dressed in green and black, a mass of horns atop her head like some crown. Her face was sharp and gaunt, her eyes filled with darkness, malice, and a promise of death.

"Hela...?" I glanced at Loki, and he nodded briefly. The goddess of death was advancing slowly, like a cat when it knew it had the mice cornered and wanted to prolong their deaths.

"I think we should disband the Revengers," Thor suddenly piped up. I glanced at him, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, Eliza nice to see you again," Thor nodded. "I'd invite you to join the Revengers since you're here, but seeing as we're disbanding, sorry maybe next time."

"Uh oka-"

"Hit her with a lightning blast," Loki interrupted, gesturing to their slowly advancing sister.

"I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning," Thor said, gesturing aimlessly. "It did nothing."

"We need to hold her off until everybody's on board." Val said. I glanced over my shoulder, not many more to go. Maybe fifty left.

Thor glanced back too, shaking his head, "It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard the more powerful she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now."

"What's our next move?" Val.

"I'm not doing get help," Loki said firmly.

I quirked an eyebrow, deciding to ask about that one later.

Thor stared at Hela for a few seconds before saying, "Asgard's not a place, it's a people." he paused, "This was never about stopping Ragnarok...it was about causing Ragnarok," he suddenly turned to Loki, "Go to the vault. Surtur's crown. It's the only way."

By now I was lost, but if these two knuckleheads had a plan to get our asses out safely, I wouldn't argue.

Loki looked impressed by his brother's words, "Bold move, brother. Even for me."

He ran off down the bridge, leaving Val and I with Thor.

The god of thunder looked at the two of us, "Shall we?"

Val nodded to him, "After you."

We advanced on Hela meeting her as she summoned, what I could only describe as a flock of black swords above our heads, throwing most of them at Thor. He managed to avoid them, getting a few punches at her, which she mostly dodged. Her swords turned and began aiming at the few Asgardians not yet on the ship. Val and I managed to block most of her attacks from where we were but Thor wasn't managing to do much damage and she only continued to advance.

I take a risk and throw my arms out, pulling for the water and sending a shot of it at Hela. The force with which I threw it would have thrown most anyone off their feet, but the goddess of death seemed unmoved in the slightest. She mostly looked perturbed, her dark eyes finding mine. She waved a hand and I didn't see it, but I felt the dark spear of bedrock after it stuck up through the bridge and into my side. I almost didn't feel the pain, my entire body already going numb from overexertion. I could see my blood dripping onto the bridge, the pain finally kicking in as I screamed and tried to push my body off the spear. I could feel the darkness clouding my vision as I began to slip out of consciousness. Damn I hadn't taken a hit like this in years. I'm vaguely aware of Val shouting something, the sounds of engines, and the pounding of my own heart before I suddenly slump forward and fall into darkness.

I'm trying to get better at fight scenes, and don't worry this will be the last one for a bit.

I hope you guys enjoyed, let me know, and I'll see you all next chapter.