Thunder and Fury
Loud noise and extreme anger
The ground trembled under the pandemonium of Malekith's ship that cut through the river, crumbling the earth that slowed it to a stop. Fury set her pace with a fastened step, pushing through the herds of panicking people that ran from the fin-shaped alien ship. Heimdall had set her landing to the cause of the commotion. A library grounds paved and gardened to perfection, protected by a towering black gate. People stared at her with questioning looks, almost if to warn her to run the other way. She kept her feet under the wet pavement, halting with a hand at her hip. Her eyes watched the ship flicker with red energy that descended to the dark elves to the slippery grass. A smile painted her lips, hearing the whistling of wind before she saw the God. He landed in front of her, shattering the pavement in his might.
"I like the red", She spoke with jest, pointing to his red cape. His sight turned to her, smiling a childish grin. Her humorous quip shattered his war mask.
"I have many questions, but I feel they would be better saved for a later time",
Fury conjured an expression of seriousness, summoning a blue flame in her palm as she planted herself next to the God. Malekith stared between them with his electric blue eyes and charred face. His army followed behind him. He wore a silver armour this time, matching his minions.
"You needn't have come so far, Asgardians! Death would have come to you soon enough.",
"Not by your hand!", Thor walked toward the white skinned creature, Fury followed with caution, eyeing the armoured little beasts that lingered by their master's side.
"Your universe was never meant to be. Your world and your family will be extinguished", Malekith summoned energy from the Aether, motioning his hand similarly to how she would conjure a flame. It struck Thor, knocking him onto the ground with the violence of a speeding bus. Fury stepped into his previously held ground, meeting Malekith with a powerful blast of blue fire.
"You", His voice lowered, narrowing his eyes to the blue-eyed woman. Malekith motioned for his small army to take care of her. Nothing happened. He tore his eyes away from her to see them all on fire, writhing on the ground in agony.
"You should have chosen another planet", Fury taunted, this time closer to his hulking form, dangerously close. He shot a black wisp of power toward her, grinning with a sinister snarl upon her death.
"What?", The beast stared with wide eyes, watching the black mist cut through her like she were a ghost.
"That's a real bitch ain't it?", Her voice lingered behind him seconds before her flaming blade cut through his chest. She ducked to avoid his oncoming fury, unharmed by her strike. They danced in battle, swinging and deflecting hits in an almost choreographed scene. He summoned a black swarm of power, she battled it with a blue flame that licked closer to him with the rage she felt.
"You know with all that power, I thought you would hit harder.", Thor rejoined, watching her battle for a moment. Loki would have been impressed by her use of his tricks. He hoped he would have anyway. The God Of Thunder threw his hammer, slamming Malekith against the Library building with a thundering smash.
"I have a plan", Thor spoke with a mischievous smile, capturing Fury's attention.
"What say we try our last plan again?", Fury interjected. Her palm kindled a small blue flame that danced calmly in her grasp. Thor raised his brow at her suggestion, shaking his head with a smile. She was insane. Or was she?
"Blast him?",
"Blast him",
The blonde haired duo strode toward Malekith with purpose, their hair dancing gloriously in the brisk wind that summoned a new litter of pointy helmet beasts. Electricity sparked a brilliant blue outline of Thor's hammer, sparking down from the grey clouds. Fury extended the flame in her palm, her eyes growing more intense through the flame. Their timing was wordless and flawlessly perfect. Fire and Lighting struck Malekith as he stood from the rubble of Thor's strike. His white skin trembled under their power, living only because the Aether chose it so. Its dark magic fought them with a devilish vengeance. From her palm she could feel the strength of the black magic, it was overwhelming, numbing in its energy that surrounded Malekith in a dark shield. It felt like death.
"Once more", Thor spoke with frustration, he could feel they were on the brink of destroying the creature. They struck him again. This time knocking Malekith back against the grey wall of the Library. From the window Fury could see people huddled, trying to snap a photo of Thor in action. A girl with circular glasses opened the window with an eager expression, her brown hair dishevelled from the excitement.
"Woah...HI THOR!", Her eyes swept from Malekith to the hulking blonde haired man who gave her a small wave and a half-hearted smile. Fury looked at her as if she were insane. "Oh my god, I love your outfit", The girl spoke with a wide smile toward Fury.
"You need to leave", Fury spoke with a calmness in her voice despite the chaos that reigned outside. "One question, what's your superhero duo name?",
"Our what?", Thor and Fury asked collectively. "You know like 'Fire and Lightning',?", The girl specified, watching Malekith's body remain still under the destruction they had cause. Thor's blue eyes looked at Fury with a perplexed expression.
"Fury and Thunder", Thor suggested, taking the task seriously. "Thunder and Fury", Fury corrected the God, urging the girl to leave the Library. She seemed happy with the answer, turning to them for one last question. "Does Jane know about you two?",
Fury was speechless toward the hide of the teenage girl that skipped away from them with a satisfied smirk. "...What?", Fury asked to no one in particular, motioning her hand to set one of the elf's aflame. They had chased the human's from the courtyard.
"Fury!", She heard Thor's voice before she saw the black wisp of power shoot from Malekith's motion. It struck her with an agonizing pain that burned a black trail in her veins. The grass flattened under her weight that crashed down upon it, her heart beat a million miles an hour in panic. She saw darkness and death within the Aether, consumed by it. It crawled through her body with a wave of mindless anger, burning it's way to victory.
The God Of Thunder fought Malekith in a swift, anger-driven rage. Sure that he had killed Fury with the Aether's power.
A breathless gasp echoed through the darkened room. Fury's eyes darted around the white chamber, raising herself from the bed she had woken up in. Her clothes had dissipated back to her tank and buckled black pants that sat snuggly against her skin. The coolness of the tiled floor welcomed her feet to wander the strange room, seeking answers to her question. Where was she and how did she get here?
"You absorbed the Aether yet you did not die. Thor brought you back to Asgard after the battle was won. Our healers extracted the Aether before it could truly take hold of you. Does that answer your questions?", Odin's voice boomed from the doorway, stepping into the room without warning. Fury snapped her attention toward the man who bore a greenish robe. Her eyebrow raised with question.
"Why are you here?", Her voice was hoarse from not being used in such a time. Odin handed her the black boots she had misplaced and motioned his hand, urging her to follow him. She did.
He led her to the familiar butterflied staircase that stood encased in a beautiful black stain upon its wooden structure. The wing of the palace was seemingly abandoned and sprouted veins of ivy through the cracks in the stone walls. Fury's eyes met the painting on the ceiling as her legs climbed the stairs. It was Loki. He was younger, his hair not as long and his appearance more regal in its crisp tidiness. He wore a similar armour to Thor in the painting, yet he stood alone.
Fury furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, not dwelling on the oddness. She was much more interested in what Odin had to show her.
Once more she stood in front of the black door that was sealed in a long growth of dark green ivy. She felt like she had been in the room more times than anyone else in the past week. Odin pushed open the door without hesitance, strolling through the room like it was his own. Fury followed him with caution, leaving the door slightly ajar. She felt an overwhelming presence of lingering magic that gravitated her toward the centre of the room, toward the deep green ottoman.
"I found these on Loki's body", Odin presented her with the red tipped knife and grey charm that Loki must have swiped off her again. She didn't take them.
"I wondered why someone of your experience would make such mistakes?", Odin set the items on the mantle of the fireplace, wiping away the dust with his palm.
"They were not mistakes", Fury replied without thought, scanning through the selection of books that had been placed back with the utmost care.
"Protection charms are weak, yet it made Loki believe that I feared him. That he had some sort of power by stealing it. That knife allowed him to track my movements, to manipulate thoughts. By doing so he felt as though he could find my secrets. Loki knew what I wanted him to know." Fury spoke with a victorious smile, tapping her nails against the rich blackened wood of the bookcase. Her eyes flickered back to the King. He was still, insulted almost. It faded from his face quickly.
"You thought it wise to deceive the God of Mischief?", Odin's voice grew deeper.
"I thought It necessary", Fury corrected with question, he was acting strange. Too strange. The grey-haired man cleared his throat, resuming his stone expression.
"Your affinity for mischief and trickery reminds me much of my beloved Frigga...These resources were wasted on such an entitled and foolish boy. I hope you put them to better use",
Fury's blue eyes widened with the surprise of his generosity. She could see it pained him to discard of his son's belongings so easily. His eye lingered with the ghost of fond memories, nearing closer to the door.
"Loki was the most powerful sorcerer between all realms. Entitled and selfish: Yes. Yet, he was anything but a failure",
"Then, who better to teach you?", He turned back to Fury. An automated path directed his eye to the bottom left of the shiny black bookcase. "Bottom row, sixth book from the left",.
