A/N: Hello people and good Friday to you all! Here come the two new chapters of this story! Here we finish the Ragnarok plot and enter the void between it and Infinity War. A bit of a respise, so to speak. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein mentioned who belong to Marvel Studios and Marvel Comics. I only own Krista Eriksdottir, a few minor OCs, and the main plot.

Face-claim for this chapter:

Hela [hela]: Cate Blanchett.

25. The Goddess of Asteroids

Still troubled and blushing from her kiss with Loki, Krista went back in search of Brunnhilde, knowing she was the key to finding Thor and possibly getting off this planet.

She commed Amelia, guessing that Topaz would be too occupied to try and find the fugitives to check what she told her serving-girl. "Amelia?" she called, voice slightly coated in worry.

"Yes?" answered the younger girl a moment later.

"How are things? Are you packed?"

"Everything is ready, Kris. I've packed what you asked me, not too much, not to raise suspicion. Where should I go?"

Kris thought for a moment. Even if she didn't find Thor quickly enough, the only way to leave Sakaar was by… "The hangar. Go to the hangar, find some place to hide, and wait for me there. We're going to steal a ship."

She was about to switch her device off when the girl spoke once more. "Kris? You can't pilot…"

The blonde chuckled darkly. "I know. But how hard can it be?"

The brunette surely would be rolling her eyes, but she had other things to worry about.

Finding Brunnhilde. Finding Thor. Getting off this darned planet.

Maybe free Loki?

When she passed in front of a window, Kris realised that there was a big commotion in the city but also downstairs. In the streets, people painted green carried images of the Hulk and chanted his name; in the Palace, she could definitely see Korg – he was hard to miss – firing at guards with a blaster gun.

She ran to meet them.

"Korg!" The giant rock-man turned, a look of confusion passing on his pebbly face.

"Water-girl? Have you come to stop our revolution?"

"Is this what you are doing? A revolution?" She looked around, at all the former gladiators taking up arms and fighting the Grandmaster's guards.

"The Lord of Thunder asked us to. It's kind of fun. Wanna join?"

She should have laughed at the entirety of this. Instead, she caught sight of Topaz as she hurried in the direction of the hangar. The dark-haired woman turned to send her the worst glare in the History of glares, and Krista smirked. "Where's the Master?"

Korg shrugged. "Haven't got to that part yet."

"Well, I think your revolution would be much more efficient if you took out the leader of the tyranny, right?"

"Probably. I don't know a lot about revolutions."

Kris almost rolled her eyes. "Right. Meet me in the hangar. Find a big ship. The biggest. And get on it. Also, find someone who can pilot it. I'm taking care of the Grandmaster." She pushed her blue cloak off to the side, and strode back inside.

The white lines on her face should have been painted red that day, because Siren was on a mission…

She disposed of many guards on her way to his throne room. Not killing them, because she was disgusted of that now, but knocking them out into the wall and sometimes even using a move she had learnt with Nathan once upon a time. It was far too easy to reach the great and shiny room, and with an ample movement of her arms, the six men guarding their Master were all out cold.

The Grandmaster stood, eyes big with surprise, hands flailing stupidly in a pastiche of fear. "My dear, what is the meaning of this?"

Krista strode on until she reached him, and grabbed his shoulder, pushing hard in-between the bone and the muscles to force him to kneel. "I am not your dear. And you are no longer my Master. I think it's time for a change of scenery, don't you think?"

She pulled, and he stood again, slightly slouched though. "But…what have I done wrong? Have I mistreated you? Have I…offended you?"

Kris waved a hand and water from her pouch bound his wrist, transforming into ice to make sure he wouldn't get lose easily. The same water-then-ice placed itself in front of his mouth to stop him talking.

Then her eyes shone with anger, and all that resentment she had been keeping bottled up for just that moment… "You, have been treating this entire planet like your plaything! You, have forced me and countless others to become killers in that arena for your own silly pleasure! You, have turned me into someone I wasn't, just to satisfy your little egotistical needs! You, have changed my name and paraded me around like a toy to touch, grope and fear! You, are the worst kind of being I have ever met, and believe me when I say that bilgesnipes were already quite awful!" She pulled him forward, knocking back out a guard who was stirring back to consciousness. "It's time it all ends."

He tried to speak, and to the sounds he made, she guessed he was also begging.

The grey eyes of the Master of Sakaar were filled with tears of fear, and she, Krista Eriksdottir, didn't care one bit.

She was finally free of that worm, and the moment she put him in a small ship heading for the dump and its cannibals, she felt lighter, much lighter…

Korg and his friends had indeed found the biggest ship in the hangar, something that was once used as a transport of goods – and people – when the Grandmaster still dealt in mass-slavery rather than gladiatorial games.

Amelia was on-board, having been found by the insect-like thingy called Miek. But she wasn't the only strange stowaway on that ship…

"Water-girl," the tall rocky creature told her once she was aboard, a satisfied smirk on her lips, "we found your friend in the hangar. Thought you'd like him back."

"My friend?" Kris asked, even as another gladiator pushed Loki around the corner of a large corridor. She furrowed her brow as he approached. "Where's your brother?" she asked harshly.

"He's gone without me, it seems. But he's going to need help. I suppose you were heading to Asgard anyway?" His smug smile infuriated her for a reason.

"What do you intend to do, Loki?" She put enough warning in her question that he knew she knew he was planning something.

"Just to help my people, and my brother, defeat my evil sister." His grin was almost malevolent. She didn't like it.

"Korg," she said calmly, "please put my friend in a room alone. So he has time to prepare for the fight that it ahead of us." She had somehow taken the lead, which the giant accented being didn't seem to mind, for he pushed Loki away, even as the God started edging threats.

It was better if the Trickster God was away from her for a while.

She needed to compute that, in less than twenty-four hours, Thor had landed on Sakaar, thrown it upside down, freed Bruce Banner from the Hulk, started a revolution, and left Sakaar with a flock of misfits who'd help save his own world.

The God of Thunder hadn't lost his touch…

It took the massive ship a little over three hours to get through the massive wormhole Sakaarians knew as the Devil's Anus – it had made Krista laugh – and to reach Asgard.

The city was burning. It was a frightful sight, and Krista didn't even flinch when Loki came to stand by her, freed of his confines. He too had a look of sadness upon his face. After all, Asgard was his home too. Even more so than hers.

"It's strange, being back here and seeing this…" Kris noticed her voice trembled, and Loki turned to look at her.

"Weren't you happy on Midgard?"

"I don't belong on Midgard. I never have. Asgard was my home. It still is, in a way." He eyed the fuming ruins of the Haven on the horizon, and took a deep breath. "We should get ready. Your brother seems to be busy already."

And indeed, there was a fight happening on the Bifrost. People were fighting undead-like creatures. And they were losing. Hard. Civilians were trapped in-between warriors and murderers, and Kris knew she had made the right decision by stealing the biggest ship there was.

Loki, at her side, conjured his horned helmet, and an excited smirk appeared on his lips. "Just like in the old days."

She tilted her head to the side. "In the old days, we were fighting bilgesnipes and fire-demons. This, is a bit different, my Prince."

Loki's eyes met hers, and they glinted with mischief. "Actually, you should call me 'My King' now."

She snorted. "Never gonna happen."

He huffed, and they headed for the platform.

Time to kick some ass.

Korg, Miek and Krista got off the ship first, landing on the bridge to make sure the civilians were covered before boarding the spacecraft.

Korg, a bit ahead of Krista, blasted a creature off of Heimdall, and the golden-eyed God got to his feet, surprised upon seeing Krista standing close. "My Lady Krista, I did not expect to see you here today."

She helped him up, noticing he was injured on his right thigh, and shrugged. "I thought it'd be appropriate to pay you a little visit."

"Your timing is impeccable."

She was about to ask where Thor was, but through the mist came the ship, and Loki appeared with his stupid helmet, arms wide, announcing a bright "Your saviour is here!" that made her grit her teeth.

"What a moron…"

Heimdall chuckled. "Aye, but still, a useful one." He picked up his great sword, and limped to join his Prince – or King? What was that about?

Hela's creatures proved to be tough to kill for Krista, because there was no water flowing in their veins anymore. They were truly undead, dried and bony. So she had to use what martial arts she knew from her time on Earth. Meaning that she was often forced to phase so that blades passed through her instead of slicing her head off.

Unsurprisingly, Loki was doing extremely well. Staying nearby, he made his daggers fly and his kicks dance. It truly was a thing of beauty, to watch him fight. When Krista realised that it had been an age since she had last seen him show off his skills, she caught a blade on her side. Without being able to help it, she let out a pained cry that alerted the Prince, and in a whirl of a cape, he was by her side, using magic to heal her just as he threw several deadly daggers.

"You should get on the ship and make sure everyone is safe," he told her with authority. "If you stay here, you are going to get killed."

She managed to snort even as she struggled to get to her feet. Her side remained sore, an aftershock of the massive pain she had been dealt. "I am not helpless."

"In this kind of fight, you are, my love," he said calmly, not even stumbling upon the pet-name – while she definitely felt her heart skip a beat – "get on-board and protect our people." He stroked her cheek before turning back to the fight.

Krista stared after him, wondering if he had noticed he'd called her 'my love' at all…

The undead were trying to get onto the craft, but with a bit of effort, and a lot of help from a guy who jumped off with two sets of guns – Midgardian guns at that – they were fended off, and the ship hovered a bit away from the Bridge.

Krista, after climbing on-board, turned to see Thor laying waste to their enemies, using lightning to dispose of them as easily as if he'd been a tidal wave. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, but it brought a smile to her lips all the same. All this scene needed, was epic music. Something from Earth, maybe. A hard rock piece? She'd have to think it through later.

She noticed that Dr Banner – or Hulk – was fighting alongside Brunnhilde, clad in the white armour of the Valkyries. Loki was there, of course, while Heimdall joined her and the people.

"My Lady," the giant said, "what now?"

"Now, we move our people away from the platform. There is a large area in the centre of the ship. We can gather there and wait for our Princes to join us."

"What do you think is their plan?"

She gazed into his golden eyes. "I have no idea. But I have faith in them all the same."

He nodded his agreement.

The Asgardians were brought to the enormous room, and Heimdall and Krista moved to the window with them, watching what was happening below.

Brunn and Thor were still fighting on the Bridge, but Kris couldn't help but grab the Watcher's arm as a massive fiery form erupted from the heart of Asgard. He was the size of a Titan, made of flames, with a head like a spawn of Satan from the Christian faith.

"Surtur…" Heimdall whispered, half in awe and half in resignation. "They are bringing Ragnarok upon Asgard…"

As he said that, Hulk grabbed Brunn and Thor and jumped onto the ship. Krista hurried to meet with them, eyes glassy.

The Crown Prince, who was missing an eye, hurried to the front room to watch his country burn. And Kris grabbed Brunn's arm before joining them. "Where's Loki?"

The Valkyrie sent her a gaze that meant she didn't know. And before their eyes, Asgard, the wonderful capital of the Aesir, jewel of Yggdrasil, burst into tiny pieces of rock. Or asteroid.

Krista felt her heart break and almost doubled in pain. Their people might be alive, but all the memories she'd had of the place, were now gone…