Savior
A person to save someone from danger or difficulty.
Fury's eyes swept the dust-ridden field that lingered with the fallen bodies of the dark elves. Thor had protected Jane valiantly, turning the responsibility to Loki when the time came to fight. She saw the God of Mischief standing over the human in a protective stance, something most unusual to see. He towered over her smaller stature, her jeans and simple grey jacket where seemingly out of place against his leather-bound body. Fury's eyebrows knitted in an utmost perplexed expression, clicking a new set of bullets into her black guns in the same motion. The smooth alloy sat comfortably in her grasp, a feeling much more familiar than sorcery.
Her aim was impeccable and her movement unbelievably fast. The electrified rounds echoed a satisfying clink that tore through the elf's silver armour.
Bang. A headshot and a bullet through the chest in two squeezes of her fingers. Two elves fell. She swiftly spun on her heel, meeting the creature that had sneakily appeared behind her, holding a vortex weapon, designed to zap her to another dimension. Her bullet met it's skull before the masked face could utter a squeak. Another appeared just as quickly as she had rid herself of the previous creature. Her finger pressed down on the trigger, hearing a familiar click of emptiness. The elf raised his weapon, receiving a hard wack from the butt of her gun, it stumbled back. She placed her guns back by her hips and curled her hands into a fist around her swords that flamed to life at her side. A yelp escaped the creature's mouth, grasping at the pain that burned through its chest, rendering the beast to ashes.
The horned beast from the dungeon entered the fight, shaking the earth under the might of his feet. It's rippling arms flexed with strength, tearing a boulder from the earth. Fury watched with awe, unconsciously drawing her steps toward the beast as he launched the huge rock toward Thor, who had been battling countless enemy attacks. He tore through hoards in the motion of swinging his hammer, capturing the white-skinned elves in blue electricity before he beat them into the ground.
"At least you won't be disappointed when you die by his hand", Loki's low tone chided with humour mid-battle, seeing her eyes light up toward the horned beast that drew closer. Fighting the creature gave her something of an exciting feeling. A smile plagued her expression, running her tongue along the outline of her top row of teeth with concentrating eyes that sized up the horned beast. Loki cut through an elf with ease, eager to see Fury battle the beast. A ghost of an adorning smile played on his lips. She was quite deranged.
"Hey, Spike!", Fury met the beast's orange eyes that tore away from attacking Thor. The feeling of rage in her veins tainted her better judgement. A move most dangerous. She didn't distract the monster with guns nor blades. In her mind, she imagined the creature writhing in pain from the blue flame that consumed him. Fire licked at the creature's feet, rapidly climbing the horned monster. His eyes stared lifelessly toward her, oblivious to the fire that had begun to consume him. In his hand he clicked open a vortex weapon, tossing it at her with an unmatched swiftness.
Fury widened her eyes to the alien weaponry, cursing the beast who had grown half a mind. The grenade-like weapon had missed it's mark, rolling closer to Loki and Jane. Thor tore her away from the creature's rage by her waist, smacking the monster with his hammer. Thor flew them toward the vortex that had begun to suck Jane towards its core. Before Thor could save her Loki pushed the woman away from the vortex, becoming caught in it himself.
"I'll get him", Fury spoke without thought, eyeing the creature that followed them. "Destroy Spike", She dropped from Thor's side, picking up a powerful running speed to avoid being sucked into the vortex. She bit back the bitterness in her chest that wanted to let Loki die. To watch him dissipate into nothing. She wanted to. She wanted to let him burn.
Fury dove, knocking the God from the suction of the vortex in just time. Her shoulder drove into his waist upon impact with the grey dirt, forcing a groan from his lips.
"Pathetic", The woman groaned with wit, rolling back against the dirt with breathlessness. He narrowed his eyes with warning, his hair dishevelled in a fashion that made him look like he belonged to an odd sort of 80's rock band.
"Predictable and pathetic all in one day. I truly am blessed", Sarcasm seeped from his tone, meeting her blue eyes on the ground. He smiled toward the woman. An unsettling smile that didn't show a sinister nor conniving plan beneath it. There was a light in his eyes, different than the clouded distance that played within the emerald orbs. He enjoyed the chaos that surrounded them, finding solace within its unstructured havoc. Fury reluctantly smirked at his comment, finding humour in his sarcasm.
"Thor!", Jane's pleading scream brought Fury back to the battle, her eyes snapped to the blonde haired man who had become beaten down by the hulking creature. Loki disappeared at her side, reappearing behind the beast, jamming a dark elf's blade through his chest. The horned monster turned toward the God of Mischief in a gut retching swiftness, freezing the dark-haired trickster with surprise. Hulking hands gripped Loki, impaling him onto the blade that protruded from the beast's chest.
"No!", Thor's voice echoed through the dark world, watching his brother fall to the ground. Fury grimaced at the sight, sucking in the air between her teeth, drawing closer to Loki. A smile curled at his lips that trembled with agony, she noticed the vortex weapon that he'd attached to the blade protruding from the beast. It destroyed the monster in a brief explosion.
"No. No, no, no! Oh, you fool, you didn't listen!", She heard Thor's voice plead with desperation. What was she to do? Drag Loki's body to the prison world? No. She breathed out with procrastination, knowing she was to regret her decision that went against everything she had ever done. Honour was a part of her vocabulary that was covered in dust and ruin. Honour was not held for creatures like herself. She knew it in her heart that if she abandoned her quest like she had been forewarned to, she would die a coward. A villain.
"No!", The God Of Thunder sparked a clap of lightning in his grief, sobbing over his brother's body. Fury motioned for Jane to stay put, kneeling next to Loki's motionless corpse. His skin glistened a light blue colour in his frost giant form. He was dead. Her jaw clenched in trepidation of her idiotic thought, placing her hand against Thor's upper arm, her voice was low, understanding.
"I will return him to Asgard",
"How?", His shattered voice was devastating. His blue orbs glistened with tears that reddened his once clear eyes. They stared into her with a glimmer of hope and she squeezed his arm with a tighter force than before. He was simply beautiful. At heart and in appearance. She felt obligated to try to aid someone so pure of being.
"Leave it to me", Fury reassured him, letting her expression fall to uncertainty when Thor moved away, allowing her to handle his beloved brother's body. She nodded toward Thor and Jane with a stone expression that shifted back to the blue-skinned corpse. Game on.
"Fury, Thank you", Thor smile weakly, knowing she didn't break her own morals easily. His hand gripped her shoulder with reassurance. Unlearned as he was in sorcery, he believed she had the strength alone to utilize her power, that Loki hadn't contributed as much as she had thought.
Fury closed her eyes, grasping onto the God of Mischief's stiff arm, she summoned the power to teleport them across worlds, aided by his own lingering magic. It was a feeling of anticipation and uncertainty. She hadn't dared to teleport across realms. She knew only one that could. It is why she had hoped his power would aid her.
"Thor, Malekith is going to attack earth!", Jane's voice became smaller to Fury until it was nothing.