Disclaimer||Obviously, I don't own anything. Frankly, I don't want to. Everything Marvel has done with this so far has been perfection.
A/N: Personally, I am not very well informed with all of the Sciences of Asgard, and the names, and the traditions, so I improvised.
-Please excuse any grammatical errors.
-Please review, it would make my day!
Heimdall's gold eyes were blank as Thor stood before him, hair and armor dripping with mortal rain.
Mjolnir felt heavy in his hold, and as he stood quietly the grey, broken bridge seemed to shake beneath him. For a moment, he feared it would shatter under the vibrations. Blue eyes clashed with gold. Thor stepped forward, further away from the edge. Heimdall made no move as Thor walked by him, head held tall, boots sliding against the slick surface under him.
The whole of Asgard was dark. It seemed as though an ash had fallen over everything, the gold of the great buildings now shrouded with shadow. Thor's gaze drifted up, studied the once glamorous palace before him.
"What happened here?" He demanded, and Heimdall's eyes closed slightly as the bridge gave another violent shudder.
"They came for him." Thor's grip on Mjolnir's leather handle tightened, the texture in the course material wearing red into his palm.
"I do not understand…"
"The Chitauri." Heimdall's voice was deep and weary, and still he did not turn. "For them it's Loki or Asgard will be reduced to ash." Thor's blood seemed to run cold, his pulse stuttering and then picking back up furiously again.
"The All Father's decision is obvious." Heimdall muttered, eyes turning back to the swirling stars of space before him. And Thor tried to remember how to make his feet move, his legs work, because right now, in this instant, his mind seemed to have shut down.
Obvious…
Loki's face came into his thoughts, those rare smiles, and the light that had just begun to return to emerald green eyes…
And Thor was sprinting forward, dashing along the length of the remains of the bridge. The wind roared in his ears, made it impossible for him to hear Heimdall's next words:
"You are too late, Thor Odinson."
The skies bled black.
Shortest. Chapter. Yet.
Haha, I feel like such a troll.
But I don't have any time to write either right now OR this weekend because of family and weddings and job interviews…all that lovely stressful jazz. So I hope this is enough (I don't think it will be, terribly sorry) to get you until Monday.
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