Author's Note: Hello readers! Sorry about the lags between updates; my muse hid from school, and it took him a while to be coaxed out of my closet. Also, in Chapter 3, I'm changing it so that Eira is pretending to be an Asgardian to reduce possible suspicion from Loki.
Also, I'm going to cut out a couple of scenes from the Avengers because I don't want to go through all of them and copy down everyone's movements and lines. You can just remember them if you've seen the movie.
By the way, this chapter is going to be Eira's POV.
"English"
"Norse"
thoughts
"What's his play?"
I mentally sighed. It's quite obvious from the speech that he gave that he wishes to control all of Midgard. "Loki has made a deal with a being called Thanos. In return for the Tesseract, Loki has been given an army of the Chitauri. He will lead them in a bid to control Midgard."
"So, what do we do?" This came from Stark, who had produced a bag of blueberries out of seemingly nowhere. Had I not seen him untape it from the bottom of the table. Agent Romanoff sent him a look.
"Thor and I shall take him back to Asgard, to have a trial and face Asgardian justice."
Stark immediately made to object, looking up from his screens for a moment. "Hey, Loki killed 80 people in two days. He's not going anywhere until he faces us." A beeping noise goes off. "Guys, we've got the locatio-"
Suddenly, an explosion rocks the helicarrier.
"Brother, no!" I just manage to finish my scream before Loki charges at Agent Coulson. Reacting as fast as I can, without thinking about my own health, I teleport in front of Coulson just before the scepter plunges into my chest. Excruciating pain tears through my body as my glamour falters for a moment, revealing my heritage to Loki. His eyes widen fractionally for a moment, before he pulls the scepter from my chest and steps back, in eyes close hard as I begin hacking up blood, a small pool forming below my cheek.
A pair of strong arms wrap around me, and lifts me up. I notice that something painfully digs into my back, but it is pushed to the back of my mind as the pain from the gaping wound in my chest multiplies for a moment, before a quiet but strong voice whispers something and I fade out of consciousness.