Innocence

the fact that someone is not guilty of a crime

"Fury!", Odin's voice startled her into alert, flickering her eyes around the golden hall that dimmed under the fall of night. It worked. Well god damn, it had worked. The king's eyes shot to Loki's body that was held by her side. He motioned his hands to the guards who cleared from the hall with haste, tilting his eyebrow with suspicion.

"Why have you returned him? Why didn't you take him to the prison world?", His question left her in awe of it's uncaring tone to the body of his son who laid dead before him. Fury rose from Loki's side, clearing her voice from the gruffness of the dusty world.

"What Prison World?!... You wanted me to execute him and he is dead...But not by my hand", His ignorance agitated her calm facade, he knew the Prison World was a lie, he orchestrated it.

"W...Why did you bring him back to Asgard?", Odin spoke with delay, his voice softer than before.

"Frigga wanted a fair trial. A chance to prove Loki's innocence before you swung your axe. She thought he was incapable of the evil that condemned him...Frigga was right", She spoke accusingly, with a voice of irritation, clenching her jaw to withhold the profanity that would fall.

"Is that so?", Odin studied the body with curious eyes, un-moving from his pedestal. He acted oddly. Almost senile. She ignored his blatant disregard, mounting the first step of his pedestal with a low voice. Her eyes searched the man, who in return stared back at her without hesitation.

"Loki was mind was manipulated. By what, I do not know. It tortured him for his power. Left him weak...It persuaded his hand in attacking New York. In fact he remembered little before he was brought back to Asgard in chains", Fury spoke with a concerned expression. Odin seemed to become more natural in his expression of curiosity. His eyebrow raised with question, descending the stairs to the blonde haired woman.

"And how did you extract this information?",

"While I can't read memories by touch as Loki could, I do know how to reverse someone's magic upon themselves. He tried to read mine-", Fury was interrupted by the King, "And you read his...Frigga would be proud of your tricks",

"They were mindless tricks. Her pride would stand with her son.", Fury breathed out, glancing her blue eyes to Loki's corpse. She couldn't believe she was defending the creature. It wasn't for him. It was for the woman who died believing he was good. That he could do better.

"Tell me...how did he die?", Odin's mind seemed to catch up with the events in front of him, adopting a frail tone in his booming voice. His footsteps passed her, kneeling next to the body of Loki.

"He died saving Thor...He died a hero", Her low voice piqued the king's interest in her words.

"Your service is no longer needed but I imagine you will not surrender under my terms.", The king disrupted her steps that walked passed Loki's body on the long-running golden carpet.

"Surrender?"

"Thor's friends remain in the dungeon's for their treason. As will you", The king motioned toward the building situated above the dungeons. The golden metals on his arm glinted under the dull light. It reminded her of the Bifrost which encapsulated streams of bright energy, portraying themselves as coloured entities.

"Give me Heimdall"

"I will do no such thing!", Odin's voice boomed toward her, vicious in its venomous fire.

"Earth is under attack!", Fury hissed, watching the guards close in around her. Blue energy erupted from her palm, nudging them back, away from her.

"I've been to prison. Not a fan.", Her teeth gritted with anger at the thought that swirled in her mind. It was the only way to escape with her freedom.

"Then you will not resist!",

"Let me fight!", Fury's words silence the clattering of armour that raced towards her like she were a hardened criminal. Odin halted them with the motion of his hand, his eye sparked with question.

"But why fight when there is a God doing as such?", Odin's eyes widened as a brilliant blue light sparked an outline of florescence around her figure. Her earthly clothes transformed into a dark leather catsuit that clung to her body tightly with red ribbons of metal twirling from her bodice into a flared collar at her neck. Black material that was cape like in appearance hung from her waist, attached to the bodice that sprouted spiked shoulder plates, falling in layers onto her muscled shoulders. Buckled boots strapped to her feet, growing to her shin, mimicking the red and black colour scheme. Her hair was braided at the sides twirling into a high set ponytail.

"Because, that's what heroes do", She spoke without delay, her boots clicking against the hard floor upon her exit toward the Bifrost.