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.
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Hestia was pale.
Her eyes looked sullen, her lips tense, and she regarded Thor with a sympathetic sort of wariness. She wore a dark cloak, one that shielded her from the snow. She smiled softly, eyes longing as she studied Thor's chilled complexion.
"I would never have expected to see you in Midgardian clothes, my Lord." Thor didn't respond, didn't do much of anything. He could feel Loki's presence, hanging back warningly behind him.
But Hestia believed Loki was dead, so Thor made no movement to acknowledge his pressing presence. If possible, the air seemed to get colder.
Thor glanced to Hestia's hands, which were folded properly in front of her. She looked so weak.
So innocent.
The though of her poisoning Loki while he could not defend himself made his skin crawl.
He wanted nothing more than to smash her head in but…Asgardian rule would fall to her as equally as it had to Loki.
"Lady Sif told me you would be residing here." Hestia continued, taking a small step forward. The smile wavered on her face under Thor's intense gaze.
Her eyes darted, embarrassed for a moment.
"How are you?" She asked, voice heavy laced with concern and Thor found his voice to be much colder than he had expected it to be.
"Not well." He answered, and he felt a light touch against his hand. He glanced down and, with stunned muted shock, realized that his hands had been clenched together so tightly he had drawn blood. Red drops fell gracefully onto the snow. Thor felt Loki's caress against his tender flesh, comforting the now stinging skin. Hestia looked on worriedly.
"Do you still mourn?" She whispered, voice almost lost on the chilled breeze. Thor looked away. It felt strange, having a conversation with Loki's murderer. He had to keep himself level headed. Had to approach this delicately.
"I know what you did." Thor snarled, eyes darting down to burn into Hestia once more. She stilled, her hands tightening about themselves as she looked on with wide, frightened eyes.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, voice catching and panic overlying every other feeling she had.
Thor simply stared. He watched as she grew paler, and he tensed as she took a shuddering step forward.
"I did it for you." She pleaded as realization washed like wax over her features. Her hands came up, tangling themselves roughly in Thor's white pajama shirt.
He shrugged out of her grip, her hands falling limply in the air between them.
"Do not touch me." He hissed, focusing on controlling his now labored breaths. They came out like smoke, white and swirling on the air. "You will be taken to Asgard, you will be held before the All Father-"
"I did it for you!" Hestia screeched, tears falling like rain down her cheeks. Her face had contorted into something of pure agony, pure despair and Thor was surprised at her sudden change of countenance.
"For you, do you not see? Loki was poisoning your mind, reeling you along…he wanted nothing more than for you to bend to his biddings! He was a parasite-"
"WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK!" Thor roared, eyes flaring and he felt Loki stir beside him. Hestia jolted, expression crumbling into one of rage.
"He already rules your mind." She snarled, voice deep and cracked and she flung herself forward, arms planted tightly about Thor's neck. He stiffened in shock and was about to push her off, knock her under so she would stop with her mad ramblings, when she crushed her mouth to his.
He was too stunned to move, to react, and as she parted her lips he felt warmth enter him, a devious burn that had him standing frozen.
Her hands tangled in his hair, and she pulled back, smile cutting red across her face.
"There my love. I've cleared your mind. Is this not simpler?" She murmured against his lips, their breaths mingling white on the air. She leaned in once more but found herself being ripped back, flying through the air and crashing into the frozen ground.
Snow gathered about her dark cloak and her head snapped up, fury overriding everything she had even known.
And then the shock followed appropriately behind. Loki stood, visible and seething before a dazed Thor. His dark hair was disheveled, his eyes a piercing vermilion in the dark, and for the first time in her life Hestia felt fear. It stabbed her like fire in the heart and for a moment she forgot herself.
"You live…you're alive…"
"You will not touch him again." Loki snapped, a rapid cat amongst the snow. Hestia felt the shock melt away, felt the warmth swirling once again through her veins and she slowly raised herself to her feet. She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in her throat that echoed across the chilled expanse of white.
"Does he know?" She spat, eyes darting to Thor. "You truly are cruel." She concluded, stepping forward towards Loki's tense figure. "How did you survive?" She questioned, stopping a couple feet away from the trickster. He simply smiled.
"You're not as strong as you would like to believe." She cocked her head to the side, eyes rolling up to stare at Thor smugly.
"No?" She whispered, and with a pleasant click of her tongue Thor moved. Though not in the way Loki was anticipating.
Thor's fist struck the side of his neck, sent him stumbling to the side, falling deep into the iced snow.
For a moment the blooming, burning pain was all he knew, before he shuffled himself to his feet, eyes wide as he studied Thor.
The thunderer was standing protectively in front of Hestia, whose arms were around Thor's waist possessively. She stood on tiptoe, her mouth brushing the shell of Thor's ear seductively.
"Do you see that worthless god, love? He hurt me." Thor's blue eyes flashed, sparked like the lighting he could control.
"What have you done?" Loki growled, head spinning and neck throbbing. His eyes darted up to Thor's, to plead silently with the thunderer.
Thor remained emotionless in return. Hestia smiled, a slow mocking sneer that sliced across her pale skin like a blade.
Her next words made Loki's heart crack.
"Kill him for me, dear."
His heart shattered when Thor grabbed him around the throat and squeezed.
If any of you have read my Sherlock Fanfic "NightLock" you can immediately see where this is going to go. I like using this theme. It's exciting!
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