AN: Hey people! I finally got round to finishing a Ink in Jotun form/ Jotun Armor. (Really proud of it) I have about three different angles/poses and I will be posting them in accordance of when I upload these chapters. So every Friday! I hope you like them, the first one can be found here: art/Ink-as-a-Jotun-516839601

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Chapter nine

The movie night between me and Deadpool reminded me of one of the Avengers' game nights. An Avengers game night consisted of console games, board games and truth or dare type games. There was also a game we like to call Guess the Villain. We played it whenever there happened to be an attack that needed some or all of the Avengers. As we got ready we would try and guess the person who was behind it. If it required one or two of the Avengers then we would send out the ones who got it right. They would also go out with a Go Pro and film it all.

Another game we liked to play was Play Mario Cart Suited Up. It entailed exactly what it sounded like. Bruce didn't normally play this game as Tony would have to buy a new Wii every time the Hulk smashed it.

I started to wonder when the next Avengers' game night would be. I wondered if Deadpool could come along. Now that would be fun; and probably a little bit violent. Speaking of Deadpool, he was still here, eating my junk food. But not the posh chocolate, that stuff was mine.

Currently we were watching The Dark Knight Rises. I hadn't been around for this bit when I was in the alternate universe, which was centered around the Batman films. They might've been on the DC cinematic universe as a whole, but I didn't stick around long enough to find out.

"Hey, the Avengers have game nights every so often; want to come to the next one?" I asked Wade.

He jumped, he had been quite involved in the film. "That was sudden," He commented. "What brought this on, lil lady?"

"The movie night kind of reminds me of an Avengers game night. I thought it would be fun, or more fun, if you came along." I explained.

"Sorry to break it to you lil lady, but the Avengers hate me." He informed.

"But they don't hate me," I replied. "I'm Natasha Romanoff and Loki's daughter, I get a pass for most things, I'm sure I can get a pass for you too."

"Look, lil lady, I'm flattered and all," I scoffed at the way he said it, "but I'm not sure if I should."

"Since when do you care about what you should and shouldn't do?" I asked him.

"When I met you," Wade replied instantly.

I smiled. "Well, I'm flattered," I said, copying him, "But you're coming along with me to game night." I insisted.

Wade sighed."There's no getting around you is there?" He asked.

I laughed and shook my head, "You bet there isn't."

"What do you do an a game night any way? I wanna know what I'm getting into." He said.

"That's probably a good idea," I agreed. "Let's see... There are consol games, computer games, board games, drinking games and truth or dare, but mainly dare, games." I listed. There was a time where we did a drinking game right before a guess the villain game. A slightly drunk Iron Man had to defeat a whole lot of HYDRA dreadnoughts that started attacking a city on the other side of the world. I had to open a portal to send Tony there. When he recounted it, it sounded extremely funny.

"Sounds like a fun night." He nodded, "Are there any catches?"

"If there's a call for help then we have to answer it, whether we're in the middle of any other game or anything like that. No matter what, we have to go and sort it out." I said, "If you consider that a catch then yeah, it's a catch."

"Do I have to go?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Not all of us have to go all of the time, but if you win Guess the Villain then yeah, you have to go." I said, "But you're not technically a hero, so I'm not sure if the Avengers would let you go even if you won."

"Guess the Villain?" Deadpool repeated.

"It does as it sounds," I said. "You just have to guess who the villain is attacking New York or where ever. The person or persons who win has to go and battle them."

"How many times has that happened?"

"Well, Steve's a total downer when it comes to drinking games, Thor and I have a super high metabolism rate so we have to drink loads in order to get even a little tipsy, but even then we tend to use low alcohol drinks." I admitted, "But one time we were all out of low alcoholic drinks and well, there was plenty of high alcohol stuff..." I trailed off, "I had left the party before anyone started smashing stuff."

"What are you like when you're drunk?"

"Mean, I've been told that I'm a mean drunk." I said. Wade laughed. "It's either that or I'm a pile of giggles."

"I guess it wouldn't matter cause you're always mean!"

"No, I'm not."

"You dropped me from the sky!"

"You do that to people all of the time!"

"You're still mean!" He said childishly. I sighed and turned my attention back to the film. I lowered my eye brows; I had missed a huge portion of the film.

"Wait, what's happening?" I asked.

"You should know, you were there."

"Actually, this is eight years later, I came back way before any of this happened. I have to say, Batman's getting old." I said.

"So? Batman is awesome!" He replied.

"He's a low tech Iron Man."

"Iron Man's getting old."

"And?" I asked. "He's got his armour and JARVIS to protect him and an over worrying/protective girlfriend. He's going to stop before he gets too old."

"what have you got against old people? What are you gonna do when you get old?" He asked, "Retire?"

I grimaced. He'd touched a nerve. "Oh, dammit what did I say?" Wade asked when he noticed my expression.

"It's..." I started. I hadn't told this to anyone. "It's not your fault, it's just..." I sighed. I might as well go ahead and say it. "I age different to mortals. I'm not a full human, but I'm also not a full Jotun. There will come a day when I stop aging... for a thousand years or so. And on that day, I will leave Earth and live on Jotunheim for the rest of my life, or for as long as the Jotuns need my to be..." I paused.

"To be..." He prompted.

"Queen." I said. "I'm next in line for the throne of Jotunheim. I've not been officially named heir yet, I still have yet to prove myself, but it's the only logical choice."

Deadpool whistled. "Wow, never would've thought you to be a queen lil lady." He paused. "Wait, you kind of were raised by royalty!"

I groaned, "Not this again."

"But it's true!" He insisted.

"So what if it is?" I asked darkly and he let that particular subject drop.

"Didn't you say you would leave Earth... would that be like, forever?" Wade asked.

"Until the day I'm close to death." I said. "On that day I would come back and see how much Earth has changed, whether it would be for the better or for the worse."

"We'd have to meet up then." He said. "I would be around then."

"Really?" I asked. "You can live that long?"

Deadpool shrugged. "I dunno, but most likely."

"Wow, that's long... for a mortal." I said with a smile.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"Most of the time, yeah. The other species of the nine realms think that because they live longer, around five thousand years or so, that they're better than mortals and that mortals are beneath them."

"Don't we totally kick ass?" Deadpool asked.

"Yeah, you do." I replied and turned back to the TV and frowned. What the hell was happening. I sighed and grabbed my book. I couldn't be bothered to watch any more.

"Hey, why are you reading? This movie is awesome!"

I was about to reply to say that the film had several plot holes, but then the glass wall exploded.

I was thrown off my arm chair. I landed hard but instead I turned it into a forward roll. I lurched up and turned round to face my attacker. There was a helicopter hovering at the side of the building. There were all sorts of guns geared to the underside of it. I widened my eyes. Who were they?

I flipped to the side and cart-wheeled behind my up turned sofa. Within seconds the helicopter opened fire. I covered my head with my hands as the bullets fired between the gap in the sofa and into the kitchen. Several expensive appliances were hit and broken, but I didn't really use them anyway.

Where was Deadpool? I looked around and searched for him; his healing factor would come in handy right now.

I saw him sprawled out on the other side of the room, out of the line of fire, but he was already cut up and bleeding badly from the initial explosion. He was out cold. I glanced at the door that would lead to my hallway and out the door. A steady stream of bullets kept me from getting out of here and to safety. I gritted my teeth. The helicopter was still shooting what seemed like an unlimited amount of ammunition. Rounds and rounds of bullets fired through the air. The sound was nearly unbearable.

I needed to get over to Deadpool and wake him up. It was too dangerous to try and make a jump without my armour or in my current form. I would get too big if I did change form and I was pretty sure even if I was in my Jotun form then I would get shredded by the near constant stream of bullets. Unlike Deadpool, I did not have a healing factor. I would not be able to re-grow a limb or two if the whole thing went south for the winter. Luckily though, the pilots didn't seem too bright as they didn't once move the stream of bullets or fire any of those rockets they had.

I focused on summoning my armour. My clothes glowed with an electric blue light. They were replaced by my Asgardian armour. It was pretty much the same as my fathers. Right down to the ridiculous horned helmet.

I got up into a crouch, making sure I was still covered by the sofa. I flung my cape behind me, it was a stupid thing and it got in the way too much. I tensed my legs to spring forward. I would hopefully reach Deadpool with all of my limbs attached. I rocked on my heels, waiting for the perfect moment.

For a split second, the helicopter stopped firing. I launched myself over to the knocked out mercenary. It was more like the leap of a predator. I landed on my hands half way through the gap and turned it into a flip. I flipped behind the book case that had fallen over and scrambled over to Deadpool.

"Deadpool!" I shouted to him. The helicopter had started firing again, the sound obscured my words. The important thing was that they had missed their shot.

"Get up!" I tried shaking him. Come one, come on. How do you wake up a knocked out person? If Deadpool had a concussion, he would eventually heal and wake up of his own accord. But I didn't know when that would be. I needed Deadpool now. I slapped him, but it didn't work so I back handed him. That didn't work either.

"Come on, come on! Get up!" I screamed at him.

I growled and flung my hand to his fore head. I hated telecommunication, but I had to try any way. I closed my eyes and concentrated on finding Deadpool's mind.

I was flung into his thoughts. I searched for the conscious part of where his mind dwelled, but my body rebelled. I swallowed the nausea and searched harder. I found it.

I opened my eyes and I was standing on a beach. I spotted Deadpool almost immediately. He was wearing his full gear lying next to... me. In a bikini. I growled and stormed over to them.

I grabbed fake-me by the hair and yanked a dagger out of its holder on my thigh. Fake-me screamed.

"Whoa!" Deadpool shouted and scooted away from me.

I pulled fake-me's hair down and plunged the dagger into her chest. I gritted my teeth. I knew how to block that strike and turn it against my attacker. I turned to Deadpool and shoved the now dead fake-me away.

"What the hell?" He asked as he scrambled away from me. I growled and lurched forward.

I grabbed the front of his costume and brought his masked face close to mine. "Get up now or I will lock you in this messed up mortal brain of yours." I growled.

(Line break)

I blinked. I was back to the present.

"Gah!" Deadpool shouted and jerked awake. I took my hand from his fore head and positioned my body so I could peak from behind the book case and watch the helicopter. "Ink, was that you?"

"Yes." I said and peered over the book case. The helicopter was still shooting at me. Not much time had passed, you can never be sure with telecommunication. "I had to get you up somehow. We're being attacked."

"Yeah, I can see that. What do we do?" He said and mirrored my position.

"I was hoping you'd come up with a suggestion." I said. I pressed my back to the book case, they hadn't tried shooting through it yet.

"Don't get killed?" Deadpool suggested.

"Great." I muttered. I realised that the whole telecommunication had been a waste of time, and I was pissed. I had been attacked in my own home and saw how Deadpool really saw me. I needed back up. Better back up.

"How did you do that thing?" Deadpool asked.

"Magic." I hissed as a bullet shredded through my leather sleeve as I edged out slightly. "This is expensive!"

"We can't stay here for much longer."

"You don't say?" I asked sarcastically. I formed an ice shield on my arm. "Gods help me." I muttered. I surged out from the bookcase, holding the shield in front of me. Bullets hit the shield and jarred my arms, pushing my back, but I surged forward, turning into my Jotun self. The shield started to crack, hair line fractures climbed the jagged piece of ice, but I just kept regenerating it and made it bigger.

I knew what I had to do. I ran towards the helicopter. Maybe it was suicide, but mostly I wanted to prove Wade that I was not some bimbo who needed saving. I made the edges of the shield sharper. I got nearer the edge of the floor and roared at the people in the helicopter. I span round to give my shield more momentum as I threw it. It sheared into the base of the helicopter blades. I watched as the helicopter started to lose control. The street below had been evacuated ages ago. The helicopter hit the ground and exploded. I didn't flinch at the explosion.

I huffed and turned back to Deadpool.

"Whoa," He muttered, peaking up from behind the book case, he had already put his mask back on.

"Yeah, well." I said and surveyed the damage of my ruined living room. The armchairs and sofas had been shredded. The kitchen was smoking and the light was flickering on and off. The appliances all had holes in them and were sparking and smoking. Jars had smashed, spilling their contents over the counters and all of my china and crockery had been smashed.

The TV had been spared. It had been on the opposite wall and out of the way. It was still playing that stupid movie. The book case was mostly ok, but the books were all over the place. The drawing desk was also fine, but there was paper everywhere.

Overall nothing particularly valuable to me had been lost. Glass did cover everything, there was paper everywhere and one of the sofas was on fire. It was a good thing I was insured against this type of thing. SHIELD would pay the cost of repair of my living room, but they would take a while to get around to it. I could fix it all with magic, but right now I couldn't be bothered. In the meantime, however, I had no where to stay.

I turned back around and looked at the helicopter on the street. I didn't know who they were or why they had targeted me. Whoever they were, they probably had a lot of money. The people in the helicopter were probably mercenaries.

I saw SHIELD turn up. I would probably have to have a chat with them.

"Ink!" Someone called my name. I looked up and sighed. The cavalry had come at last.