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"He saw it all happening," her father began to rant as he started to pace. "And yet he led you to your death. He's controlling. . ."
"Thor. . .Thor," Jane tried to calm him down. "This was like last time. You told me he had his reasons."
"This was different. She could have died."
"You don't understand," Jane replied. "There was no way she would have really died. I don't think so, at least. She's like you. Tara was always like you."
Tara could hear the conversation even from her own room.
"Great." Tara said to Jonathon. "Great. This isn't going to end well."
She was still stuck on bedrest. Emil Hamilton not wanting her out of bed for even a little while, not really understanding that she was not like most people.
"What did you hear when. . ." Jonathon floundered.
Tara understood. "Stuff. I think he'll be manipulated into doing something bad. They're going to use his anger at. . .my grandfather to start a war or something."
"Little weird for you?" Jonathon asked her. Never once did he leave her side since she woke up. Not that she was complaining.
"My whole life the only family I had were my mom, Darcy and Erik," she answered. "And also, it's kinda weird calling Norse gods family."
The world looked like nothing had changed, despite the strangeness that spread across the globe. People went back to doing their normal activities, not sure how everything had changed so fast.
A woman with long blonde hair and wearing all green walked with a man with black hair and also wearing green. On the surface the pair seemed to be enjoying each other's company and taking in the sights around them. Too bad that was not what they were really doing." They were Amora the Enchantress and Loki, and they were almost reveling in how easily his "brother" was being manipulated.
"It will be only a matter of time before he fights Odin," Amora said. "You will get your throne."
Loki felt a certain amount of satisfaction, but he grew suspicious. "It comes at a price, does it not?"
"It does," she answered. "Free a certain prisoner once you become king. That is all."
Malekith raged at how his plan fell apart. It was perfect. Everything could have been back to what is like when he was in power. Only darkness and emptiness. A meddling Asgradian ruined it all, and now he was stuck in his prison feeling his once great power waning as Life grew on unchecked.
A vision of one of his followers appeared.
"Your enemy will be brought low, and a puppet king will be in his place. Your Dark Reign will return."
The Dark Elves all silently saluted their Dark Master. "May the Darkness consume! And may the Accursed One rise up!"
Gaia moved unseen through that strange building that held the blood of her blood. She lived, but there was still darkness. The darkness surrounded her son, and it could only mean that someone was making him hate, making him angered.
Touron had no way to control her new-found powers. She did not grow up with them like her father, and whenever her emotions changed, thunder boomed.
The ancient woman went unseen into the young woman's room and rested a hand over her forehead as she slept. Through that link, she helped her learn how to control her powers, and maybe Touron would become something more. Something greater.
A raven watched her actions. The only thing that could see her, and understand.
After he spoke with the Norns, Odin stared across the Bifrost Bridge. Their words were enough to make him think. Even at that moment, the leader of one of his allies was making a special hammer made of uru, and despite everything, he felt that it may not end right.
One of his ravens finally returned to his side, and it whispered to him what it saw and heard.
"Maybe I was wrong," he muttered more to himself. "Why would she hide her?"
There was an even older legend. . .something that would have been considered a prophecy. The blood of both Midgard and Asgard flowed through her veins, and that was something that had not been seen since Sigurd's life. Maybe that was why Gaia felt she had to protect Thor's child with the mortal.
Ever since that day, Tara refused to even touch her father's hammer. She knew that the moment she touched it, she changed completely. Never once did she move from her room, even after being given the all-clear.
He sat with her. Maybe to commiserate with her or at least as close as he could. Jonathon had time to get used to his powers over the years, but Tara was given hers suddenly. It would take her time, and by what she told them, there might not be enough time.
"He left," she said after her mother talked with her. "I'm fine, and he would still. . .why would I think he would stay. He missed her."
Tara was continuing her almost-rant about the father she barely even knew. She heard him tell her mother that he missed her, but he wasted no time in going back home to deal with his father.
"Stop thinking about it," Jonathon told her. "Worrying won't change things."
"I can't," she replied. "I meet my father, and he won't stay. It would have been better if he didn't come back."
"Yeah, you don't believe that."
"I do. It hurts my mom. Like really hurts."
She would not change her mind. Even the few hours she spoke with her father, she still felt the resentment of being abandoned. It was probably best to get off that subject, which she gladly accepted.
Jonathon began to realize how good an idea it was. Tara was actually smiling, and her face lit up.
"Tell me," she said after awhile. "Your reaction. . .mom said said you stayed the whole time."
"Yeah. . .well. . .um," he mumbled, feeling his ears grow hot.
She gave a little laugh and kissed his cheek. "How sweet. I managed to make you speechless."
"Funny," he said. "Very funny."
Two ravens sat on the branch outside the window, watching their every movements before flying off.
Thor walked into the throne room only to see his foster brother sitting on it. Amora the Enchantress waved a hand, and he lost his hammer as the different guards began to surround him.
"What took you so long. . .brother?"