Disclaimer: I own nothing, and guess what? I finally got around to Bob. Minor Doctor Who quote from demons run. Tell me what you think of him.
Chapter 12
I hated Bob. Not in the kind of 'I hate veggies' way either, more in the 'I'm going to cave you head in with a fucking rock then shove your face in that yellow snow over there,' kind of way. In my defence he was the biggest pain in the ass on Asgard and I'm including grandfather in that.
"This work is to cease under word of the king," the rude pushy warrior said brandishing his sword. Luckily these people were now learning not to be sheep, or there just following you a darker part of my mind chuckled. Blah, not a happy thought. Anyway the point was they were standing up to the fucker. Till he held a sword at a little girls neck.
She was seven, loved the flute, had blonde curls and the cutest smile, she lived at Foundling Host and her name was Shikera.
"Drop your weapons, and hand over the woman known as Cia," he bellowed. They were hesitant, they liked me, adored me actually, but this was a little girls life. Various weapons, from the hammer one had been using to the sword I held, dropped to the floor.
I had to think, there was nothing to stop him from killing that little girl anyway…. Unless I killed him first, I almost froze but then I sighed. This was hardly the first life I had taken; this was just the first premeditated one. An idea popped into my head.
"I'm not happy," I said simply with fury in my tone, "I'm really, really not happy."
"The anger of a good person in of no matter," he scoffed, "Good people have to many rules."
"Good people don't need rules," I spat back, "Today is not the day to find out why it is I have so many." He laughed, and swaggered forwards, dragging the child with him. I held a hand to the side and conjured water from the air, hardening it into solid and unbreakable ice.
What happened next happened so fast that it was over in a split second. I rammed the ice into his chest, shuddering as it pushed through the armour like butter and snapped bone. I pulled the child from his slack grip and pulled her out of the way of the falling sword, which I caught deftly in my hand.
He fell to the floor with a groan and it was like time started again. Adrenaline zinged through my system and I fought to control my breathing. He wasn't dead yet, my stomach knotted unbearably with questions to big for me to possibly be able to answer. The crowed however was cheering. I gently ushered the girl to the side and made a decision.
Bloodshed brought more bloodshed but fear equalled respect. I slammed the sword down next to his head and he flinched. Looking down at the ice I figured that it wouldn't be so hard to melt it and use the water to heal him.
By the time I was finished I was see double and unsure I had the ability to stand, but I wasn't done yet. I had to make sure that he wouldn't be causing trouble here anymore.
"If I ever see you causing trouble here again," I said in a quiet deadly tone of voice standing up, "I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs. Now scram." The last word was said with such guttural command that he ran.
The people started cheering again and I let out a small smile. Crisis averted, now I just had to get to the castle without anyone noticing. They sounded disappointed when I left, considering the fact that they'd hoisted me onto their shoulders and called my name in celebration… well I shouldn't be surprised.
I made it to my room and pulled of my clothes, stashing them out of sight, before cleaning up and crawling into bed. The whole time feeling as if I were about to pass out, having to stop and hold onto things to keep me upright.
A servant waked me for dinner so that I could dress. I pulled on some comfy jeans and a nice top, that didn't have any writing on it for once and covered my bruises.
"I am telling you, I will not go against that woman again," I heard from the throne room. Ah Bob, (Where in Asgard did they come up with that one, Bob does not sound native.) sufficiently traumatised for life, my work here is done.
"One girl could hardly be a problem," I heard Sif scoff. He let out a hysterical laugh.
"She conjured a spear of ice from water and plunged it into my chest, landing a killing blow before healing it," he said, "She could of killed me, she could of let me die but she didn't and the only thing she asked in return was that I not cause anymore trouble."
"A warrior has courage in the face of death," Sif said resolutely.
"Ones opinion of death changes after you lay on the floor choking to death on your own blood," he retorts. Hmm, I was beginning to like Bob; maybe he wasn't such a useless dipshit after all.
By this time I made my way to dinner and ate with the family to prevent any further arguments from starting. Despite my nap, I was still too tired.
The next month was hell. I spent more time working on things than actually sleeping and when I did sleep demigod dreams were taking over. The construction on the mall was almost finished, and I was turning a massive profit from that. Everywhere was being renovated and the city finally looked like I expected it to look. I was informed that I have high expectations.
I had sparring with Oleg, and later Bob… who now had removed head from sphincter and was a really nice guy one he lost his arrogance. My magical rune work was expanding into everything and I was able to get it out all over the place, even installing it into the palace.
I was fighting and strategising a war against Kronos. The amount of texting I had been doing was astounding, not to mention missions happened every other day. If it wasn't for Gabriel who was always up here helping me out when I was alone I think I would have crashed and burned weeks ago. Not to mention angel healing stopped me being busted on my injuries.
On days where I was able to get to sleep I danced myself into exhaustion, hoping to the gods that I didn't dream because if I did I wasn't waking up until my body said so. No matter my minds thoughts on the situation. When grandfather cornered me I thought that I was screwed, when really he was giving me a way out.
"You say that Thor should be allowed to see Jane," he said and I almost breathed a sigh of relief, "He has asked to go to earth and I am inclined to let him go, and let you return with him."
"Why would you do that?" I asked sardonically, "What's in it for you?" He smirked.
"Because you know, that she is human and he is not," he said, "Not to mention your mother would no longer be bound by unbreakable vow to stay away and my son will be returned to me."
"This is to easy," I said suspiciously, "What's your play?" He chuckled and even had the balls to look proud. Bastard.
"Well, if you did want to go there would be a few, ah, conditions," he replied and I repressed the urge to groan out loud. So that was how I wound up standing in the Avengers tower once again with that stupid tiara perched on my head.
If Clint doesn't stop laughing at me I'm going to shove his entire quiver full of arrows up his ass.
There, she's back on earth and that give me time to work on the Greek side of things because I know I've been skating over that a little and it's important. Review!
