Hey guys! What's up? Nothing much has been happening lately. Midgard, lasses and lads! Edit: Sorry this is late!
It had been a month since Loki regained his memories, and there had been no sign of Hellebore.
Iselinne was peering out her window, clad in another one of Loki's shirts, wrapped in a fluffy gray blanket. She saw tiny snowflakes falling down, and Iselinne squealed. She slid on her knit booties, and exited her room. She tore through the halls of Stark Tower, receiving strange looks from employees. She entered Tony's office, and was met with the sight of Loki, the Avengers, Pepper, Darcy, and Jane watching a movie.
Jane was snuggling into Thor's side. Tony and Pepper were sitting together, both happy. Darcy was holding a tub of ice cream, eyes glued to the screen as she ate her ice cream. Natasha was sitting by Clint, who was sitting next to Steve and Bruce. Loki was sharing a couch with Tony, Pepper, and Darcy. Iselinne quietly sat between Loki and Darcy.
Darcy handed Iselinne a spoon, holding out the tub. Iselinne ate some ice cream gratefully, turning her attention to the screen. Loki absent-mindedly rubbed her shoulder. Iselinne turned to him. He looked down, his face softening. She kissed him softly, and Loki deepened it, wrapping his arms around her waist. She pulled away, a smile on her face. Loki grinned widely, his eyes sparkling.
Iselinne sighed contentedly, curling into Loki's side. Suddenly, his pleasantly cool temperature was warmer than it usually was. Iselinne looked up at Loki quizzically. What was that? She mouthed. Loki gave her an innocent look. Don't give me that look, she mouthed, what's going on with your temperature?
I was just trying to keep you warm. he mouthed. You usually shiver when you're next to me, because of my, Loki grimaced, Jotun physiology. Iselinne looked confused. What? she mouthed. You usually shiver when you're next to me because- Oh no, I got that part. What are you talking about? Loki sighed. Everytime you're next to me, you shiver.
Oh that! Loki nodded. That's just because I can't believe I have such a hot boyfriend. she mouthed, biting her lip. Loki turned sharply back to the screen, but Iselinne could see his face redden slightly. Satisfied, Iselinne snuggled deeply into Loki's side. Lulled by Loki's heartbeat, Iselinne felt herself becoming drowsy. With a soft exhale, she fell asleep.
"Iselinne." The usually soft voice, now poisonous with hatred, hissed. Iselinne turned, and saw Hellebore. The Vanir sorceress was sitting in a throne reminiscent of Odin's, a ornate crown on her head. She was clad in ornate robes of silver, gold, and red.
"Ah, Hellebore. Or should I call you Vaynoma?" Iselinne greeted, her voice sickly sweet. "I used to be Vaynoma, orphan girl. But now I'm Hellebore, soon to be queen of Asgard, Vanaheim and Midgard." Hellebore sat up straighter, her eyes proud and condescending. "So Vaynoma then?" Hellebore's eyes sparked with anger.
"So Vaynoma, I mean, Hellebore. What do you want with me?" Iselinne inquired. "You know, it sickens me to see a whore with a prince." Hellebore drawled, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. Iselinne seethed inwardly, but still kept up a cool facade. "You know, spying on someone after he broke up with you is considered stalking."
"Another reason why you don't deserve him, you are too much like a Midgardian, something that is lesser than him, an ant who should beg to be considered worthy enough to be stepped on." So, Vaynoma doesn't like Midgardian speech. I can work with that. Iselinne thought. "You know, murdering your ex-boyfriend is totally a deal breaker, shows you aren't a keeper." Iselinne noticed Hellebore's face reddening, and smirked triumphantly. "Speak normally, whore." Hellebore hissed.
Gotcha.
"And what's up with the "whore" shit, anyway? Kinda ridiculous, to be honest. Now, when can I wake up, I really want to see my homies." Outwardly, Iselinne grinned, but inwardly, she grimaced. By the Norns, homie?
Hellebore stretched out an arm towards Iselinne, and the dark-haired Aesir's hands flew to her throat. She tried to pry the invisible hand off her throat, but to no avail. Hellebore walked closer, and Iselinne's breathing began to labor. She kept walking until she was able to wrap her hand around Iselinne's throat. She lifted her up in the air, and Iselinne struggled to breathe.
"Listen whore, and listen well. I will have Loki, Asgard, Vanaheim, and Midgard, and you can't stop me. I will put your friends to the sword, and I will make you watch. I will torture you until you long for death. And once it arrives, it will be ever so deliciously painful." She squeezed harder, and Iselinne's lungs screamed for air.
She suddenly dropped the dark-haired girl, and Iselinne breathed in deep, shuddering breaths. She stared up at Hellebore, and the Vanir placed her hand on her forehead. White hot pain flooded her body, and Iselinne screamed. Hellebore leaned in, her lips to Iselinne's ear. "This is just a taste, my dear."
Iselinne felt as though she was falling, and her world turned black.
Iselinne opened her eyes to see everyone staring at her, eyes concerned. "W-what?" Iselinne stammered.
"You were screaming in your sleep." Darcy explained. "I-I was?" Iselinne asked. She started to sit up, but sharp, white hot pain lanced down her spine. She arched her back, screaming.
"What's happening?" Pepper asked. Loki lifted up the back of of her shirt. "Look." he said. Jane and Darcy looked, then Jane gasped, her hand to her mouth. "Holy shit." Darcy breathed out. "What? What's wrong?" Tony pulled out his phone, snapping a picture. He gave Iselinne the phone, and she looked at the picture.
On her back, was a black image of a bleeding dragon that was breathing fire. Underneath the image, was the inscription, 'Just a taste of what's yet to come.'
Sorry it's late! I made it longer to please y'all, hope you liked it!
Boti: I know, Tony's was the best part!
Jennn18: I thought the texts would be a nice touch. Glad you liked it!
Pandora out, peeps!