Restraint

a condition that keeps someone or something under control.

Through the early hours of the Morning, Loki taught Fury the basis of his craft. A truly awful teacher. She found herself accumulating more profanity in her mind than knowledge of magic. She wondered if she glared hard enough would his head would explode? No. The vein that pulsed against his temple with impatience might have had she not made a breakthrough in her craft. She materialized a dagger in her palm just as his patience snapped, daring him to pursue his thought. He murmured under his breath that she may not have been as useless as she seemed but it was the most compliment she would get.

The lessons left her absolutely destroyed when the time came to move her light belongings to the abandoned room across from the familiar black door. A room that was smaller than Loki's but still huge in her eyes. It was decorated in a bright white that sprayed across the walls and the light wooden flooring. A vastly different colour scheme to its twin next door.

Fury sunk into the four poster bed that offered a dreamy red covered spread that enveloped her in warmth and comfort. She hissed lightly at the crack of sunlight let in by the draping red curtains that were held back by a golden rope. Her indulgence couldn't last forever. She had a meeting to attend with the council and the warriors three. A meeting that by no means had she wanted to go to.

Dressed in her swat like uniform she descended the butterflied stairs to the hall, where more people had gathered than she had expected. Fury was met with whispers and silence. She sat at the far table, close to Sif who leaned next to her.

"Keeping it within the family I see", She spoke with accusation, hurrying to find another seat. Fury met Fandral's blue eyes across the table with question.

"You'll see", He mouthed to her, offering her to no ease. An elderly man stood from his seat dressed in a red robe. His beard hung low against his chest, swaying as he spoke.

"Thor Odinson has requested the aid of one of your own", He spoke with frailty in his tone. Odin stiffened in his throne, waiting to hear the name. "Furya Diaval".

Fury sunk in her seat that had been illuminated with white sets of eyes that stared at her.

"No", Odin spoke the words almost as fast as the man had finished his sentence. Dismissing his case. No?

"Yes", She stood from her seat with inhuman speed. He was King Of Asgard but he was not her King. How dare he speak for her.

"Thor decided his own fate when he left Asgard", Odin spoke simply, staring down at her with a scowling frown.

"You will find I am a protector of realms. You have no sway over my action",

Odin dismissed the guards that protected him from her approach, letting her through the crowd of round tables that littered the hall.

"Sif", The king waved over the armored woman. Was he going to ignore her?

He waited until Sif took her place next to Fury before speaking again.

"You will go in place of Fury", His words sent fire through her veins. "Like hell she will", Fury hissed, tearing through the crowd of people with urgency.

"Well, stop her", Odin's order could be heard through out the hall, setting Sif into warrior mode.

"Furya!", The king's booming voice halted her step toward the Bifrost. "Win and you can go. If not you stay", He spoke, motioning for the guards to clear room for the epic showdown.

"So be it", Fury hissed, prepared to take on the Asgardian warrior who brandished her sword with malice. It was not a smart idea to challenge a warrior more than double her age but then again what one of her ideas had been smart so far?

"You should have stayed", Sif smirked a cocky grin letting her sword slip through her grasp until her fingers met their familiar mark. Fury clenched her jaw, materializing her two fiery blades into her hand. She had spent the last few nights perfecting that trick.

Sif was the first to attack. She slashed skillfully, her footwork impeccable in it's swiftness. Fury blocked her skillful blows and fought back with slashes that were aimed to be fast and precise. She dodged and ducked with inhuman speed, battling the Asgardian warrior whose silver armor glinted with superiority. People cheered for Sif. One of their own. A noblewoman. Sif knocked the fiery blade from Fury's hand, gripping her own weapon tighter. The crowd cheered louder.

"Pitiful half-breed", The dark haired woman taunted. She had already won the fight.

Fury hissed and clipped Sif in the jaw with her elbow. A dishonorable act but there was no place for niceties or fairness in a fight against a vampire. The audience grew suddenly silent, eyes peeled as Fury kicked Sif's sword from her grasp with vicious rage. She watched Sif's brown eyes search for weakness in the moment Fury had her gripped viciously by the throat. It was dead silent. Sif threw her head forward and collided her skull against Fury's. Deafening cheers bounded off the golden walls. Fury stumbled but didn't release her tight grip against the hit that stung her brow, dribbling blood down her temple. Sif's eyes widened with surprise. The forceful hit should have thrown her halfway across the hall. It only pissed her off, so much that she couldn't contain the white fangs that extended her lips in a murderous growl. Her fingers curled around Sif's white neck, lifting her feet off the ground then driving her into the pavement. A collective gasp echoed through the hall as she slammed Sif into the pavement with a wave of anger that sent a hairline fracture sprawling through the stone. It was silent. Dead silent. Fire burst from her blade that licked heat against Sif's slender throat. "Yield", Fury warned with her eyes alight in blue flame. A drop of blood seeped from Sif's forehead from her harsh headbutt. Both women breathed heavily with exhaustion, unyielding in their bravery. The fight was over it was clear to see. She had won. Holy shit she had won.

Fury retracted her blade and turned her back on the dark haired warrior. Unwilling to waste any more time on her idiotic gossip.

"Where is he?", Fury's rage was directed toward Odin whose face depicted disappointment in her victory. She loathed his possessive behavior. It sent fire through her veins.

"Earth, Alaska", Odin revealed between clenched teeth.