"Surprise." Loki said with the enthusiasm of a five year old being forced to read the bible, and I lasted two seconds before bursting out laughing.
"You asked, didn't you?" I snorted through my laughter, thinking back to almost a week ago, when Loki had kept pestering me about how Val had survived the massacre of the Valkyries. He had been very annoying, so annoying that I had told him to ask Val herself if he wanted to end up getting tied to a chair.
And there he was. Tied to a chair.
He gave me a flat unimpressed look as Thor threw a bottle against his head, which bounced off. "Ow."
"Just had to be sure," Thor muttered, and Loki turned that flat unimpressed look at his brother. The look would've been pretty impressive, if it wasn't so bloody cute.
"Hello Bruce," Loki said, lips curled upwards. His smile was very contradictory to the condescending looks Thor and I had gotten. Huh. I guess Loki was still slightly scared of the Hulk.
Banner looked nervous. "So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?"
"It varies, from moment to moment," Loki answered, his tone pleasant, and Banner flinched. I made a face at Loki which he pointedly ignored.
Val moved past him, getting something out of the drawers and tossing it on to her bed, and I stayed where I was as the two guys moved. I was having a staring match with Loki. He won.
"Is that...a Dragonfang?" Thor gushed over the sword on the bed, fangirling like a pro. "My god. This is the famed sword of the Valkyries."
Val ignored him coolly. "If we take the Devil's Anus out of Sakaar, we'll get to-"
"Take who's anus now?" Banner did a double-take and I grinned, caught Loki making a face and poked out my tongue at him. He gave me a flat stare.
"It's the big one, isn't it?" Thor pointed, and I nodded, putting my professional face back on.
"Yup."
"We'll need to borrow, well steal, the Commodore again." Val crossed her arms. "Luckily, we have the Grandmaster's pet."
"I'm not the-" She threw the glass bottle and it smashed right above Loki's head. I flinched. He didn't.
"Can we not throw things?" I asked weakly. "I almost had a heart attack."
She gave me a brief amused look, then turned stoically at Loki. "What were you saying?"
"...I have the access codes." He admitted with a sigh. Val was frightening enough to scare Loki into submission, which said a lot about her, to be honest. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. Maybe without the alcoholic part.
"Good, then." Val clapped her hands together. "If we're boosting a ship, we're gonna need to draw some guards away from the palace."
"Why not set the beast loose?" Loki said meaningfully, eyes glinting with that playful maliciousness.
"Shut up," Thor muttered but it was too late. Val looked deeply intrigued, a bit weird considering that they were talking about monsters.
"You guys have a beast?" She exclaimed, and Thor shook his head quickly.
"No. There's no beast. He's just being stupid. We're going to start a revolution."
"Revolution?" Banner looked confused.
"I'll explain it later."
"Who's this guy again?"
"I'll explain it later."
I grinned. It was going to be epic.
In the end, it wasn't so epic.
I personally wanted to go with Thor and Loki but they disagreed, saying I would be a distraction or whatnot. And I was like no I wouldn't but I got dragged off by Val, who apparently thought I was a weakling. I knew I shouldn't have fainted the first time we met. It put a totally wrong image of me in her head.
And then I got stuck with Banner, well Bruce by that point, and we talked about nerdy things and tried to ignore any booms and wrecking noises of ships around us. Fights on spaceships were slightly intimidating. I had to admit, I would've been pretty useless to the three of the fighters.
We switched ships-ejected with a scream- to get on the Commodore, and I winced slightly as I realized Loki was gone. Then I shrugged. He'd get to Asgard. It was his character arc that he had to finish. Then we lost chase of the other Sakaarian spaceships and soared through the Devil's Anus, and I lost conscious all over again.
Bruce shook me awake when we were flying above Asgard, in the middle of battle. Thor was already gone to fight his sister and I allowed myself a moment of humiliation as I realized I had slept through all the interesting things going on.
Val was firing at the gigantic wolf, Fenris, strolling the bi-frost outside the ship, and I stood, filled with adrenaline in my system but not knowing how to channel that energy.
"What do I-"
"You're not doing anything," Bruce snapped, eyes wild. "Stay in the ship. Stay safe."
"But-"
"This stupid dog won't die!" Val yelled, and he looked down at the carnage below the ship, face settling in a determined look.
"Stay here," He muttered finally, then rushed to the edge, turning to Val.
"Everything's going to be okay. I got this. You want to know who I am?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll see."
He leaped out, before I could even say anything resembling a protest. Val and I watched as his body hit the bridge with a sickening sound and a moment later, exploded up as the Hulk, taking Fenris and tumbling to the water below.
"What the-" I laughed slightly, the familiar scene relaxing me. We were gonna win. Duh. There was no need for worry.
Val strode back to the pilot seat and I followed, hovering over her. "I can fight," I told her, as she commandeered the ship down on the bridge, right on top of the skeleton monsters. She gave me a glance and a wicked smile as the impact triggered some party function, loud EDM music starting to play.
"I know," She tossed me a shooter, one of the smaller space guns she owned. "But don't die. Loki would kill me."
"I won't," I said, relieved and nervous at the same time, the weight of the gun feeling reassuring in my hands. Poor Bruce, the only responsible adult out in space.
We walked out of the ship as fireworks went off behind our backs, and I grinned and felt overwhelmingly dorky as the fact that I was in an actual action scene hit me. I was in battle, fighting for actual lives in this movie-verse. Woah.
The skeletons with clothes-did they even have a name?- started swarming towards us and Val ran to face them, her sword cutting through bones and armor like paper. I stayed back, loaded the space gun, and fired. My aim was slightly wobbly, but there were enough skeleton monsters that I didn't even need to bother to aim.
There was a safe distance of about ten feet between me and the skeletons, most of them engaging Valkyrie who was fighting like a demon, but four of them broke off from her and rushed me. I shot down the first two, and cursed as one came close enough to swing its sword at me. I ducked in a frenzy, knocked it away with the bulk of the gun and shot the other. I then kicked the last one left in the chest and swung its head off with the gun.
Huh. I'm pretty good at this.
But then, of course, was the moment an uncountable number of skeletons surged towards me and my face fell quickly. Fuck.
I soon realized, as the fight progressed, that battles weren't as neat as movies made it out to be. There were skeletons trying to kill me on every side and just my luck and magic managed to keep me alive since I had no skill whatsoever. I abandoned the gun when it ran out of power, and resisted the urge to portal out of there. I snapped a whip into existence instead, and channeled my power into it. Skeletons sizzled, at every strike, an awful smell in the air.
There were a few close calls, like that skull dude who almost took my head off, but I made things up as I went along, manipulating magic and their warped auras and the air when I could. Out the corner of my eyes I saw Val, moving further away from me, taking down skeletons like they had personally offended her with their lack of fashion sense and then-
"Your savior is here!" Loki crowed like the dramatic fool that he was, and I fought back a grin because some part of me I hadn't realized had apparently been a bit worried about him not showing up. But there he was, the stupid dummy, on the enormous Sakaarian ship.
A sword flashed past my arm dangerously close and I snapped my attention back to the fight I was having. I shortened the whip, thickened it like a dagger, and stabbed the skeleton idiot. Another one slashed at my torso and I blocked, lengthened the dagger until it was a staff and protruding through its eye socket. It collapsed and another took its place and I groaned loudly, because my wrists were throbbing and I really wanted to keel over and sleep.
I swung the whip in a wide arc, beheading almost half a dozen skeletons, and tried not to think about whether I would have been able to do this if they actually looked like human beings. Probably not. I would've thrown up at all the blood.
The Asgaridans started pouring into the Supercruiser, but the skeleton army didn't show any sign of decreasing. Unfortunate, because my adrenaline was quickly wearing off.
I ducked a wild swing of a staff, slashed through its armored ribs, then snapped my wrist desperately to block another one's stab. I definitely strained my wrist that moment, almost dropping the whip and the weapon weakened, sizzling out into thin air. That was the limit of the fucking magic whip. Lose your focus, and you also lose your weapon.
The skeleton in front of me noticed it as well, and lunged forward and I stumbled back, barely missing the sword plunging into my belly. But it still slashed skin, the pain bringing tears to my eyes and along with it, raw anger. I pushed both of my palms outwards and the air exploded; clearing a circle of almost five feet around me and the skeletons flung off the bridge.
I shuddered, clutching my abdomen. Blood were leaking into my shirt, under the jacket. It hurt like bloody hell, and I swayed, trying to stay focused and calm while my mind was screaming you almost died in a world that's not even yours.
I raised my head. The remaining skeleton were sizing me up, seemingly hesitating, and I clenched my fist as I got ready to fight again. But then-
An enormous strike of lightning hit the Asgard's castle and the fighting all stopped, as blue lightning engulfed the sky. Finally. Thor had gotten it together. A tiny figure crackling in blue light in the distance touched down at the rainbow bridge and the tremor carried to where I was standing, and I smiled warily through the pain in my stomach.
Thor's presence seemed to kick-start my adrenaline and the urge to destroy those ugly skeleton things and I charged them, a fiery whip again in my hands.
The fight was over in virtually minutes.
Thor was...really powerful. Annoyingly so. The herd of skeletons, um herd? The army? Whatever. Anyway, they were down to a small number and I jogged over casually to Val, flicking my hand and pushing some of them off the bi-frost with the air.
"I'm alive," I said, faking some enthusiasm. I was really ready to crash at whatever bed anyone could offer. She gave me a radiant rushed smile, though she also looked very very tired.
"Surprisingly, me too." She answered, breathing harshly, and I grinned, was about to say something when her eyes focused on something behind my shoulder. Her smile faded quickly.
"This isn't over," Loki and Thor walked over, standing next to us and facing Hela, at the end of the bridge. She was glowering, her gorgeous face distorted by that scowl.
The four of us strode in front of the other Asgardians. I crossed my arms.
"I would say something, but I feel like I'm robbing you of a revelation." I said helpfully.
Thor gave me a look. "We're disbanding the Revengers." He said wearily.
"Was I ever on the Revengers?" I questioned, and Loki turned to me tiredly.
"This is a life or death situ-" He stopped suddenly, eyes narrowed. "Are you bleeding?"
I looked down. "Oh yeah. Forgot." The pain had dulled to a throb, but looking at the blood made me feel slightly sick. The throb turned back to searing pain, and I winced. "How could've I forgotten this?"
"Bloody Thor," Loki muttered, and Thor protested weakly. "I can't control it, brother."
"What are you talking about?" I scowled, and the younger sibling waved a hand at my blood-stained shirt.
"Fighting with Thor makes people stupid."
"No, it makes them braver. And...slightly less mindful of injuries," Thor mumbled, and I blinked. Oh. So that surge of confidence and adrenaline was because of that? That was...slightly creepy.
Loki stepped closer to me. "I can heal-"
"Later," I answered. "It's probably really unfair for all the other injured people."
"I'm not healing other people-"
"Focus on the situation, lovebirds." Valkyrie snapped, and Loki and I gave her the same dirty looks as the three of us turned back to where Hela was walking towards us, menacing and deliberate. "We need to hold her off until everyone's on board."
"It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard, the more powerful she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now." Thor said, face serious now.
"What's our move?" Val asked, and the three of them simultaneously turned to me.
I held up my hands. "Don't look at me. Thor knows the answer."
"What's the answer, Thor?" Loki asked, voice sarcastic, and Thor looked at the castle, beyond Hela. He looked at the beautiful architectures, the golden statue, and the entirety of a place that was called Asgard. I could see his face come to a conclusion.
"Asgard's not a place, it's a people." He gave me a glance and I smiled, nodding. The affirmation seemed to give him confidence, and he continued, voice strong. "This was never about stopping Ragnarok...it was about causing Ragnarok." He turned to Loki. "Go to the vault. Surtur's crown. It's the only way."
Loki tilted his head, and I saw as he came to the realization as well. He looked impressed. "Bold move, brother. Even for me."
"Loki," I said, just as he was about to turn away. "Here." I handed him the orb, digging it out of my pocket. My jacket felt light without it, but my heart felt strangely heavy as I gave the stone to someone else. "Leave it there."
"What?" A one worded response meant Loki was properly shocked. I pursed my lips.
"Just do it."
He nodded after a moment of hesitation, and I looked back to Hela, missing the strange glint in his eyes because I was too busy fighting the urge for the stone again. This is probably what addiction felt like, I thought as Loki jogged away, leaving the three of us to deal with Hela.
Well, just two, I guess. I was unsteady on feet, feeling lightheaded because of the blood loss.
Val definitely noticed. "Go to the ship," She ordered. "You're in no condition to fight."
"I would like to be the stubborn hero, but I don't want to die." I said somberly. "See ya later."
"So we do survive," Thor remarked hopefully, and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you do. You're the good guys. Good guys always win." I turned and strode for the Supercruiser before I could see their faces. A hand pressed to my stomach, I boarded the ship with Heimdall's nod.
A haze over my vision, I stumbled to the nearest crate I could find and sat, hoping it would be all over soon.
I wished Loki was here. He could do that voodoo thing with his magic and heal me. God. When did I become so dependent? I needed to spend more time with Val. Val was the complete epitome of a independent being. But, should I really be that independent? I mean, I was still 14. Wait. My birthday probably passed.
"Fuck," I said. I fucking missed my own birthday.
The realization was sad. I really didn't want to cry on a ship with a load of aliens, and as the ship started moving I rested my head in my arms and my eyes slid closed.
A/N: Finally, Thor Ragnarok is over. We haven't even gotten to Infinity War. Wow.
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