With one final blow, the finishing blow of all of their pain and miseries, Orthani plunged a dagger through the thick skull of the last adult bilgesnipe that had invaded their lands, ending its life instantly as the blade ripped into its brain and caused it to immediately shut down. As she jumped down from the giant beast's head, the beast fell to the ground and shook the earth beneath everyone's feet from the fall.
Orthani rolled to a stop and stood up, breathing heavily from her fight with the beast. Sif had been bucked off before, leaving Orthani to climb back to the animal's head and kill it herself. She stood in a circle with the rest of the warriors, all breathing roughly from both exhaustion and from the injuries that had accumulated up until that point.
Everyone had spilt blood that day. Metal and armor had managed to get clawed at heavily, some of it actually being pierced and ripped through from the tough claws the beasts adorned. Leather was tattered, hair was disheveled, and everyone was covered in a thin layer of sweat, blood and dirt all over.
Sif had a gash in her upper arm where her armor failed to cover and somewhere on top of her head she had split the skin open, causing blood to trail down her forehead, over her nose, and then down the corner of her mouth. Fandral had his previous injuries as well as a thick gash on the side of his neck that had yet to stop bleeding and his lip had been split. Dark bruises on his face had already started appearing. Hogun looked the best out of all of them: he managed to get away with a small nick on his left cheek along with some bruises that had yet to surface on his skin. Volstagg's beard was partially caked with dried blood from being clawed in the face by one of the smaller bilgesnipe.
Orthani had gotten slashed across her back and down to her side, leaving the leather partially torn and blood drying on the surface of her overcoat. She had the busted lip, the gash on her upper cheek as well as the multiple other cuts and scratches and gashes she had earned during the fight.
Night had long since fallen, and darkness surrounded them just as thickly as the fog did, leaving them in such an eerie and haunting scene that could make someone go mad if they had been stranded in such a forest. The temperature had dropped even more since the sun had gone down, and it left them all shivering slightly because of the cold. Their limbs had mostly gone numb by now, and their chests were screaming at them in a sharp pain telling, no, begging them to stop.
"We are a mile out from the other side of this forest," Fandral said tiredly. "This forest stretches on forever until we even break the tree line heading back towards the palace. I don't know about the rest of you, but I absolutely do not have the energy to walk such a distance back to our horses," he said, trying to slow his heavy breathing; every time someone exhaled, it was like they were exhaling smoke.
Sif nodded. "Call them then. You're the loudest," she huffed shortly, sitting down on the ground where she stood.
Fandral nodded back and walked a good few steps away from the group before putting two fingers to his lips and letting out a whistle so loud that when it echoed back, it was still just as ear piercing as when he actually whistled.
They all stopped breathing as they listened in. It was faint, but the sound of thundering hooves ever so slowly came to their ears. Since sound carried so well through the forest, they knew their steeds were still quite a ways off, but at least they had heard.
Orthani collapsed on the ground, resting her back against the cold dirt beneath her. She really didn't care about the open gashes running from her upper right shoulder all the way down to her lower rib cage on her left side. She was utterly exhausted among other things. She felt like she could collapse on Loki's heavenly bed and sleep for countless days on end.
She opened her eyes again when she heard a strange humming noise way off in the distance. She sat up slowly, her body once again screaming in protest as she willed them out of their state of relaxation.
"It is somewhat frightening; our only source of light being your eyes is slightly odd," Volstagg stammered while joining Sif and Orthani on the forest floor. Hogun and Fandral soon joined them.
"Sorry," she said, her attention for the strange noise suddenly pulled away from her. She lifted her right arm and curled her fingers slightly around her open palm, causing a small ball of orange flames to swirl in her hand. The flames illuminated the area around them, casting them in a strange yellow-orange glow as she held the orb in the middle of their small circle and then suspended it there on its own. She again heard that distant humming noise, except this time it sounded more like it was whizzing as it came closer to them. "Do you hear that?" she asked the rest of the battered warriors as they sat and caught their breath to regroup.
"All I hear is the ringing in my ears from Fandral's ghastly call," Volstagg answered her, rubbing his ears as if they hurt.
Orthani rolled her eyes behind closed lids before collapsing back to the ground. She had never been this thoroughly exhausted in her life. She rested there as the faint clamoring of hooves grew closer to them. How long they waited, they did not know, but when the horses finally galloped into their temporary camp and skidded to a halt, everyone gave a huge sigh of relief. They jumped on their backs gingerly and then slowly romped back towards the forest edge at a brisk trot.
They didn't get far before a ball of white light suddenly shot over their heads above the treetops while emitting a loud whooshing sound, making them all jump from the sudden event. They halted their convoy of horses.
"What was that?" Orthani yelled in panic as the large white ball of light continued to aimlessly dart over their heads high above them.
"It is nothing from our people, surely," Sif answered back as she watched the thing swirl around in the air.
They watched as it meandered in the dark night sky and then suddenly shot in the direction they had just come from.
"Go! Follow it!" Sif yelled as her troops jumped into action, already doing exactly what she wanted. They all turned their horses around and took off at a full gallop towards where this strange ball of energy was heading towards. They headed at full speed towards the opposite edge of the forest where they needed to be in chase of this foreign object.
Since Sdvari was the fastest steed among them, Orthani went from being in the very back to right up with Sif, both horses straining at the reins as if they could go faster if they weren't restrained. The edge of the trees came up on them fast, and they burst out into the open barren land of the outlands, where the orb suddenly disappeared.
Orthani looked around in confusion, as did Sif. They slowed their horses to a half speed gallop while they studied the blackened land, fast approaching a pitch black wall of darkness just in front of them that even the moon's light couldn't pierce. Orthani turned to look over her shoulder, and when she turned back, the wall had millions of glowing…eyes?
The ground suddenly shook beneath them as she yanked back on the reins, her heart leaping in her throat; Sdvari skidded to a stop and reared back with a loud whinny. Sif had already veered back towards the tree line when she saw the wall erupt in millions of tiny lights and heard the ground audibly grumble all at once, and as Sdvari skirted back to join the rest of the warriors. The dark before them was suddenly illuminated by the moon's natural light as if a blanket of darkness had been lifted off this giant wall of-
Her heart stopped as she looked upon what they had run into on the other side of Asgard's bleakest corners. The aches in her body vanished as fear overtook her. It was too early for this. No, this can't be happening now. We aren't ready!
"You Asgardian's are but fools," a low voice croaked so loudly that it hung in the air long after the words had been spoken. The outlines of the clearing they were in suddenly erupted in fire, trapping Orthani, Sif and her Warriors Three with no way out. The army before them was illuminated as well, the soldiers all lined up in a sea of bodies that stretched up the hill and beyond what their eyes could see.
There were at least half a million of them; these vile alien-like creatures that had started to click, screech, howl and snap at them, all waiting for their leader to give them the signal to attack. The Chitauri, under a new leader, had returned.
Suddenly, the creatures started screeching in uproar, the noise deafening to the hunters who were now apparently the hunted. Orthani tugged back on Sdvari's reins, causing the horse to shuffle a few paces back.
This was it. They had no hope; they had no army to help them fight the armada in front of them. They had no way of getting the message back to the palace that the Asgardian borders had been invaded. No one would come and save them; if Heimdall hadn't already seen this army waiting to ambush them and hadn't already gotten someone out to them for any sort of help, then they were alone and at least half a night's ride away from the city to get help. There was no way Odin would be able to scramble his men into action if they did manage to make it back to the city gates; the Chitauri would be right behind them the entire way back and would still leave them sitting and practically welcoming death upon the city.
This was the start and end of the war. This would be the fall of Asgard. Not only would they be killed out in the middle of nowhere by an army so large in size that the numbers were more than just overwhelming for them, but no one would ever know. It was either they led them to the gates and let them kill everyone until they got what they wanted, or they revolt and try and accomplish the impossible. Loki and surely Odin would be snatched from the palace and taken to whatever unknown realm the Chitauri had come from and the Tesseract would be placed in the hands of someone who would destroy the universe the second he had it.
They were done for.
"Who are you!" Sif yelled at the leader, who was floating in a chariot above the legion of outcrying creatures. "You have invaded Asgard's borders without authorized permission. I demand you take your army and leave!" she demanded.
"Silence!" the voice boomed, causing the ground to vibrate under them. Orthani could barely make out what this commander looked like under his tattered cloak and hood. Decaying skin clung to exposed bones, the eyes were simply hollow and black, and his body was simply a skeleton with rotting and decaying flesh clinging to his bones in certain spots. His legs were nonexistent and it was like he was floating in midair above the hovering chariot, and his torn and tattered robes and cloak rustled where his feet should have been.
Orthani's jaw hung open and her eyes darted over this army in absolute terror. The war had begun, and they had just been lead blindly into the first trap. They would die first; a group of Odin's strongest and most prized fighters would be the first casualties in this war. Sdvari shuffled underneath her, definitely as terrified as she was.
"I am Brohcca," the booming voice echoed over the large clearing in such a deep and throaty voice that his words still rang out over them long after he spoke them.
"What do you want from u-"
"You will not interrupt me when I speak to you!" This reaper suddenly shot out a blue charge of pure energy from his dead, boney fingers and aimed it towards Sif; it exploded at her horse's hooves, causing it to rear up in fear. Sif was bucked from her ride.
Orthani had to suppress the fearful whimper in her throat as this…thing terrorized them. There wasn't much that she feared in this new day and age; this however terrified her. It was like she was staring at the grim reaper floating above them over an armada of Chitauri; ones that were more rogue, vile, and destructive. They had claws that could gauge out eyes, their fangs were sharp enough to snap through bone with ease, their armor was heavier as were their weapons. Not only did they have guns, but they had giant scepters and scythes that could decapitate someone with ease; and they were all growling and snapping their teeth at them, twitching their bodies as if they were itching to be released and destroy everything they could get their hands on. They had morphed, adapted to a more destructive and vicious breed of Chitauri.
She couldn't breathe. Fear had rendered her frozen in place as she watched this leader before her eyes. She wanted to close her eyes, she wanted to suddenly feel a kick shake her entire body and wake up from this nightmare she was in. She didn't want to be a part of this anymore; she wanted to be back in Asgard at Loki's side, nestled safely in his powerful arms. She wasn't ready to fight yet; she hadn't even recovered from the bilgesnipe almost tearing her limb from limb yet. She felt absolutely helpless for the first time since she had been pulled out of a collapsing building by Agent Coulson when she first entered into S.H.I.E.L.D.
She snapped her eyes shut and shook her head, thinking maybe she was dreaming. There was no way they wouldn't have known about an army camping out at the borders of Asgard. Its sheer numbers couldn't have been overlooked by the watchful eyes of their gatekeeper. It was absurd, impossible, preposterous, and outright outrageous. She cracked an eye open after she had tried to convince herself that this wasn't reality only to find that she was still there, sitting on the back of Loki's frightened horse and staring at an enormous legion of Chitauri that were clawing the ground in anticipation and snapping their jaws at them.
"You have something that belongs to us," Brohcca simply muttered, drawing out each word in his bass voice that still thundered through the open valley. "And a traitor," he hissed, his voice piercing through the air instead of lowly rumbling along. "One whose punishment has yet to be fulfilled."
"You can't have him!" Orthani screeched before she could restrain herself. As soon as the words left her mouth, she clapped her hand over her lips.
Brohcca let out a bellowing laughter. "You have no choice," he said smoothly. "Give up the Tesseract. Give up the traitor and no blood but your own has to be spilt."
She couldn't just stand by and let this happen. She didn't want to die tonight after coming this far in Loki's defense. While of course, staying put and fending off as many soldiers as they could, that would be an honorable warrior's death, there would be no honor if no one knew what they tried to do. She couldn't let this Brohcca slay her and then storm into Asgard without raising some sort of alarm. She refused to let Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, and the citizens of Asgard idly sit and wait for their death to barge through the doors without knowing it was coming to them. If she was going to die, she was going to at least try and save at least one life.
"Go on. Lead us to your city walls and let us take what is rightfully ours!" Brohcca shouted loudly at the silence the Asgardians were giving him.
Orthani had concocted a plan; whether or not it would work, she knew not, but it was a plan nonetheless. She had to warn the others. While Sif, Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun had practically given in to their fates and accepted their death, she wasn't going to do so that easily.
"What do we do?" Sif hissed at her as she climbed back onto her horse.
"Listen to me," Orthani hissed behind the hand covering her mouth just loud enough for Sif and her warriors to hear her. "When he releases his army, turn around and run. For. Your. Life," she mumbled without even really turning to look at them. "I'll send a signal flare up in the sky to try and see if someone notices, but we can't let them destroy Asgard. Lead them to the open lands where someone is bound to see them, and we'll turn around and fight until our last breaths-"
"Stop playing games you foolish gods! You have no legion standing by your side, you have no way of escape. Give us the Tesseract and the God, and we shall leave," he tried to make an enticing offer. "Refuse and Asgard will be the first realm to fall to the reign of Thanos."
Orthani dropped her hand from her mouth and looked up at this decaying creature, her muscles trembling in fear at what she was about to do. "How about neither!" she gruffly shouted as she charged and then released a coiling hot ball of black flames towards the General's hovercraft. She heard the sound of a fleet of flying chariots being brought to life and she saw a number of them rise up from the back of his army.
There was no turning back now.
"Then you will see to the destruction of your city in the sky!" Brohcca shouted before extending his scepter out in front of him. His Chitauri charged, bolting towards them and finally releasing the aggression they had boiling in their veins.
Orthani yanked on Sdvari's reins and the horse spun to its left and took off. "Run!" she yelled to the others as they hurriedly followed her lead.
She curled her fingers on her right hand slightly as the firmly gripped Sdvari's reins in her other as she charged another surge of energy at the palm of her hand. Just before they reached the forest tree line, she released a pulsating black orb from her curled fingertips, and it rocketed at light speed overhead as it climbed high in the sky. It quickly sped towards the desert stretch in between the city of Asgard and the Forest of Souls, where it hung high in the sky over the very center and erupted into a large writhing ball of flames that pulsated red and then white at a steady interval.
She was swallowed by the forest trees as she and the others sped towards Asgard. She hoped and prayed someone would get the message out. Maybe Heimdall could look upon them and realize that another enemy had slipped his gaze and was now barreling towards the city in chase of her and the warriors who followed her. Maybe someone would answer their desperate cries for reinforcements. They could win this with an army of their own, but if they actually had time to pull them into battle at such an expectant time would be a miracle.
The Chitauri were biting at their heels as they sprinted through the forest, they snarling and growling such horrible noises in such a large number that it was enough to haunt them no matter how far ahead they pulled in front of this army bounding after them. Those on the chariots dipped into the trees and started whizzing about them, shooting down trees in their path and even shooting directly at the fleeing fighters at times, causing them to have to dodge out of the way, leap over fallen trees and shalom through in between trunks standing in their way.
Orthani's heart pounded in her chest wildly as adrenalin coursed through her veins. She let Sdvari do what he wanted, knowing that the horse was smart enough to not get them killed. As the five galloped through the trees, they ended up splitting into separate directions and staying as far apart as they could manage, trying to thin the army as much as possible between the five; but that had no actual effect on the snarling and ferocious Chitauri following fairly close behind them. Their numbers were far too much. At times, she would hear one of the hovercrafts crash into a tree or get hitched by a root close to the ground, but that didn't make it any better. They still had a hoard of Chitauri that hit enormous numbers.
This was practically a suicide mission. Even if they did make it out, there was no telling just how fast they would be hunted down out in an open field that stretched on for miles and miles before they even reached the outskirts of civilization. Orthani was just trying to get them out in the open; maybe if one of the guards saw them running towards the gates with an entire army after them they would alert someone. She wasn't going to lead them right into the city, oh no; just out to the middle of that open stretch of land, where she, Sif, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral would fight until the life was taken from them.
It was suicide, but it would stall the other side from getting what they so wished to find even for a few minutes longer.
And so they galloped on, for their lives so greatly depended on it.
Loki paced the upper floor balcony in his nervousness. He had yet to hear any word on the small band of fighters and their safety, which only made him even more irate than the already was earlier that morning. It had been hours since Sif and her fleet, along with his love had rushed off to the Forest of Souls to rid a hoard of rampant Bilgesnipe from their grounds and they had yet to ride triumphantly back. Night had fallen and there was still no sign of them whatsoever on the barren lands lying just outside the golden gates. The air was stagnant and quiet, and the horizon remained unmoving.
He let out an audible snarl as Thor opened the doors to the balcony to approach him. He wanted nothing to do with his brother at the moment, for he still had yet to go after them to assure their safe return and he refused to because Heimdall claimed they were in no danger whatsoever. Something was definitely not right, and he could feel it; yet again, no one dared to pay attention to him and what he so claimed. Something wasn't right, and it was only making him angrier that no one was doing anything about it. He furiously paced the floor, his hands clutched tightly behind his back and an irritated sneer curled on his face.
"I take it that means there is not yet been a sighting of them," Thor spoke at Loki's overly alarmed state.
Loki was getting snippy with his words and his mood had gone so low that he had nail marks in the hilt of his hand where his fingernails had dug into his skin from clenching his hands so tightly. "I am not in the mood for your lighthearted antics, Thor," he spat as he turned to pace in the opposite direction.
"They will be fine, Loki-"
"They should have returned by now, you dimwit!" Loki snapped, spitting in his brother's face and then walking away from him with his back turned. "Can you not see that something isn't right; there is something that isn't making any sense-"
"Heimdall says they are fine! Last he gazed upon them, they were waiting for their horses. You must remain calm, brother," Thor attempted to calm Loki down.
Loki swirled around and glided up to Thor so quick he was almost a blur. He turned his back on the open lands of Asgard. "Do not tell me to remain calm," he spat in a threatening tone. "Every instance before when she was involved with such dangerous missions, she has wound up dead, captive, or on the verge of losing her mind. I have yet to see her return without getting into such trouble. You honestly expect to remain calm when they are long since overdue to return?"
Thor's eyes darted over Loki's shoulder to look at the sky behind them and his brow furrowed at what caught his gaze. He pushed Loki aside and walked towards the railing of the balcony and watched as something flew through the sky off in the distance.
Loki stumbled back from the less than gentle shove and growled. "As what I thought," he snarled and rolled his eyes. "You look at me as a fool for worrying over the safety of a once mortal woman that has acquired something that can potentially destroy her; yet the moment you discovered I had taken that doctor to do my biddings back at Earth, you rush to S.H.I.E.L.D to ensure her safety. How hypocritical." His eyes caught the exact thing Thor was looking at and his growl died in his throat as he watched the object reach the middle of that desert field before exploding in a bright white light. Instead of fading away, it slowly started pulsating in midair, its color alternating between a swirling bright red and a writhing blinding white.
"What is that?" Thor muttered as he stared at the glowing orb of fire and energy flicker in the sky. "What does that mean?" He turned to Loki with a concerned expression written in the lines of his face.
Loki stared at the thing glowing in the sky. He shrugged, somewhat baffled at why such a signal would be given. He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it when he couldn't get his thoughts together.
The golden doors behind them suddenly made a noise as they were forced open. Loki swirled around to see Heimdall and Odin briskly walking through the doors.
"Our borders have been compromised," Odin said darkly as he walked towards the center of the room with Heimdall slightly behind him.
"What?" Loki sneered in shock. "What do you mean, our borders have been compromised?" His lip curled.
"There is a darkness heading towards out gates," Heimdall said, his stony face showing no hint of any expression whatsoever. "A large darkness; one that escaped my gazes until they revealed themselves unto Sif and her followers."
"Make haste, Heimdall," Loki hissed. "Get to the point you are trying to bring across."
"We are at war," Heimdall said, still calm as can be. "Sif is leading whatever is escaping my gaze towards us as we speak."
"How did it escape your gaze to begin with?" Thor said alarmingly, walking to stand at Loki's side.
"Loki," Odin said firmly in a quiet voice. "If you have anything to say…"
Loki's gaze snapped to his father before darting over the others in the room. "Are you accusing me of treason?" He clenched his jaw as he glared at the Allfather.
"I have not accused you of anything-"
"Then why must you look to me like I have done something against you?" Loki raised his voice louder with every word he spoke.
"I have given you command over this war-"
"I led an army to war against Midgard; in your mind, you come to the conclusion that I have done the same to you!"
"You think I don't know about your ploy with the Frost Giants and leading them into the city without being seen?" Odin suddenly roared.
"I only did so to protect this realm from Thor's barbaric reign!" Loki yelled, leaning towards his father as he snarled his defense. "Anything I have done with that disgusting excuse of a breed was only for the good of this realm-"
"Leading their leader into my house to slay me while in my sleep is not for the good of this realm and is considered treason-"
"I led him here to slay him!" Loki's shout echoed off the walls. "Leading the chief of an enemy race to his death is to be called treason in your eyes, then might I say I had nothing to do with this apparent new threat bounding towards us and therefore have committed treason against you. I have done nothing against you!"
"You have shrouded enemies from our eyes before; do not deny that!" Odin's roar was even louder than Loki's, making everyone in the room jump. "The way these enemies have been hidden out of our sight until the very day you were reinstated as Prince and reclaimed your throne, and then these enemies show themselves unto Heimdall's gaze and start storming towards our gates; do you realize how condemning that makes you appear?"
Loki drew his head back and closed his mouth, clenching his jaw as he tried to contain his frustration at the words his father spat in his face.
"You cannot deny that you are a mastermind of lies and deception; I should be making an accusation against you, and instead I am letting you explain to us yourself as to what is going on here," Odin said firmly, his voice lowering to its normal level.
"I have done nothing," Loki said after a moment's hesitation, his voice quiet and stern. "I know not what barrels towards us at this very moment; I am as shocked as the next man. If you believe me to be so cruel as to send an entire army on but five souls to see to their death, one of them being the woman who has given me this opportunity of standing before you today, then you are daft."
Odin remained in silence as he studied his son's face. Loki shifted his eyes in alarm as he waited for his father to say something.
"Say something!" Loki yelled through the silence. "Are you going to wait and idly fret as an army comes steadily towards a defenseless city in wait of a declaration from me that I am a traitorous wretch or are you going to sound the alarm?"
Odin remained silent.
"Answer me!" Loki bellowed once again only to have Odin drive his staff into the ground with a loud clang and step back from it. Loki looked at him frantically. "Are you that conceited? Are you that naïve? You are king! Protect your city!" he said as he threw out his arm.
He waited for what seemed like an eternity before he had enough. If there was an army headed to destroy them, he knew it was more than likely the Chitauri and Thanos storming to reclaim what was theirs. He was no outstandingly courageous god, but he definitely wasn't about to give into Thanos to face his infinite punishment of torture and pain for the rest of his life.
His scepter quickly materialized in his hand and he aimed a charge at his father. Before anyone could react, Odin was hit and flew backwards, he landing on the floor on his back and sliding across the slick floor before coming to a stop. Loki swiftly aimed his scepter at Thor and then had one of his throwing daggers appear in his hand as Heimdall jumped into action. He had the blade pressed to his throat, causing Heimdall to stop his attack.
"Do not," Loki growled through gritted teeth. "I am not your enemy." He spoke quietly while his eyes darted between the two Asgardians he had pinned in quick secession. "I refuse to watch Asgard burn while it's King sits idle, too stubborn to rise to command his fleet. Now, it is either you follow my command and obey my orders, or you will stand aside and let me take control and do what I must to ensure that we do not fall today."
Thor gave his brother a hard stare. "How do we know you aren't our enemy after you just attacked our king; our father-"
"If I was against you, then I would be raving on about how we should rise to fight and most likely fall under Thanos' reign, yet proclaim that the fall of one realm is better than the fall of all others simply to play to your sense of honor; instead, I am doing this because I do not see the pleasure and enjoyment of being tortured for the rest of my life. Are you to stand by my side, or will you stand aside?"
Thor hesitated before giving a light nod of his head, which led to Loki lowering his scepter. He watched as his brother turned his attention to Heimdall. "You are sworn to obey me now, or you will stand down. Am I clear?"
Heimdall made eye contact. "Of course."
Loki lowered his dagger and tossed it to the floor at his feet. He reached to his right and took the staff Odin had drilled into the floor and removed it. "Sound the alarm," Loki barked orders, taking complete control over what was happening. "Get every soldier at the ready and out onto that field using this," he said, tossing Heimdall the kingly staff. "Uphold your duties as our gatekeeper. Protect the city and her people. Thor; retrieve that tablet the one called Fury gave to Orthani before we left Midgard a month past. Get in contact with him-"
"You wish to have him assemble the Avengers?" Thor questioned him as Heimdall briskly walked out of the room to attend to Loki's orders.
Loki opened his mouth to say something but them grimaced instead. "I'm not too keen on requesting for their assistance-"
"Why? They can help us, yes?" Thor pointed out.
I do not want their help. Loki let out another grimace. "Fine, only if you can concoct a way to get them here without the Tesseract," he agreed, knowing very well that it would be impossible to accomplish since the Bifrost was still a month away from being repaired fully. "Inform Director Fury that we will be sending our King and Queen over to them with the Tesseract," he said while looking over his shoulder at his father. He turned back to Thor. "I might be taking control over this battle, but I refuse to let Asgard fall completely because we underestimated what is heading in our direction. Give them the Tesseract, send them off, and then join me out on the battlefield, yes?"
Thor nodded and rushed off. As soon as Thor had left the large balcony they were standing on, Odin's voice met Loki's ears.
"I am proud of you, son."
Loki turned on his heels to face his father, who was still lying on the ground while holding himself up with one arm. He stared at the Allfather with a fallen expression. It took him a second to process what his ears had picked up, but once he did he forced a grin to play across his lips before shaking his head. He lowered his chin and the grin turned into a sneer.
"I am not your son." Loki turned towards the door and briskly stormed out. "Get yourself to the weapons vault with mother. You will go to Earth and stay there," he ordered as he walked towards the door.
"I do not take orders fro-"
"You gave up your right to ignore me when you so ignorantly stood there like a fool instead of rising to command your army to protect your precious kingdom," Loki spun around at the Allfather's refusal. "Go to Earth and stay there until I give you back your command."
Loki left without another word spoken, leaving Odin lying on the floor. He was slightly shocked; Loki had risen to take control, and while it might've been for selfish reasons, he had done it nonetheless.
He knew one thing; he was not about to go to some other realm while his kingdom was under attack. Oh no, Thor had spoken of the team that had one this war against the Chitauri before would be waiting for him on this other realm.
Whoever they were, he could bring them back. He might've just been stripped of his rank temporarily, but that didn't mean he wasn't still King. This was his war as well, and by the gods would he stand by and watch his men die for him when he wasn't out fighting as well.
A/N: I guess I should put this in here now since the plot just thickened. I own Brohcca; he is of my own imagination and put into the universe simply for my story. He has nothing to do with Marvel lore. I own him. This story will kinda veer away more from what Marvel has already established in its storylines and creating my own sort of realm in which everything makes sense. I'm trying to be original, so don't grill me on comic book accuracy. xP
I again, (for stupid legal purposes only) I own nothing pertaining to Marvel. Sadly. I own Orthani and any character I come up with, however.
And I'm getting behind again. x.x I've been writing these chapters as well as working on the smut-filled chapter to come at the same time, so I'm sloooowly depleting my already written chapters. If I miss a day in the next week or two, I do apologize, but I will try and stick with the schedule and if I can't then I'll just post on one of the skip days to make up for it. Promise.
kittykatiekat5549: Because it was over 6,000 words Dx I actually didn't want to split chapter 11 and chapter 12; I wanted to keep it all as one chapter, but it would've been over 13,000 words long and THAT would be ridiculous.
moonstone6793: =D Well I'm glad you could follow from there! Thanks so much for sticking with it
Tom.H: You...you sir...NOPE. I'M DONE. You have literally just scared the ever living shit out of me. That name: Totally funny and not funny at the same time. xD It makes me question a few things, I've got to be honest with you there.
But thank you. =D Glad you like it and hopefully you don't get bored of it halfway through or something
Guest: =D Yeah! Tell your friends I said hi!
Guest: Ha, you're about to get a lot more of the fight scenes then. x)
Cat-Natty: Sorry D= There wasn't too much Loki in the last one because he wasn't really doing much xP
And yeah, I fixed it! Google actually didn't lie to me, but for some odd reason my mind thought I should rename him in my subconscious. x.x
Guest: xD She kinda is, I can't lie. Sif always just rubbed me the wrong way, so I guess it's showing. x.x
Guest: Thanks for catching that! It's fixed and it will hopefully never happen again. x.x
She does tend to kick some ass, huh?
