Once again so sorry it took an extra day to post this. I am in the middle of exams so it is hard to find time to write. The fact that I rewrote this chapter about three times didn't help either. After Friday I will be done with school and have hours and hours to work on this story. Thank you for all the new reviews and favorites. Thanks for the reviews: Mira SeverusSirius Black-Snape, MagicalElf73, PantomHeiress, and ResoluteShadow. ENJOY OR I WILL KILL YOU (just joking)
Chapter 7:
Loki felt his heart rate increase as Isil threw herself at Telemnar. Isil obviously didn't have a plan. She was throwing curses rapidly, but Telemnar was managing to deflect them and send some back at her. It was completely illogical and foolish, but Loki couldn't stop himself. He threw the most powerful curse he could muster at Telemnar. He threw a powerful jet of flame at him.
Telemnar managed to dispel the majority of the curse and didn't receive much of its force, instead he diverted it back to Isil who crumpled on the ground. "So the forgotten prince of Asgard wants to fight."
Loki had run to Isil's side. To his relief she was fine, not even unconscious.
"Loki behind you!" Isil yelled, but it was too late. The dark-elf had sent a binding spell at Loki that left him incapacitated and twitching on the ground. Loki felt the strange sensation coarse through his veins. He felt tingly and slightly warm, but had absolutely no control over body. He could hear and see just fine, but couldn't even lift his head. He hoped that it wouldn't last long. He saw Thor finish off the last of the guards in the room and turn his attention towards the dark elf.
"I've heard of you," Telemnar smiled. "It is said your skills in battle are almost unsurpassable." He quickly teleported himself as Thor swung his hammer at him. "I said almost."
"I would much rather play with your brother," he smiled down at the younger prince. "He is such an interesting creature. So much potential, if he wasn't limited by your oaf of a father and you he might achieve greatness."
He allowed a moment for his words to settle in Loki's mind before sending another curse down at Loki. He still couldn't move and now he felt like his insides were on fire.
Isil stood back up, prepared to fight once more. "If you don't stop now I will have no choice, but to kill you." Telemnar sauntered closer to her and roughly grabbed her face.
"Such a pretty little thing," he sighed. "I would hate to have to kill you." Isil took the opportunity to stick her knife through his stomach. He doubled back in pain, but still had some strength left in him.
He continued to send spells at the two standing warriors. Isil was getting a grip on his combat style and managing to block most of them while Thor attempted to further injure him.
"Stop!" Telemnar yelled. "Can't you see Isil, Loki?" he gestured to him lying on the ground. "There is no way for you to win. Can you kill me and take back Alfheim? Of course you can, but will you ever win? No." He spit as he walked over to Loki and stuck his boot in his face.
"You will always be second," he smirked. "Second to Thor. Never will you get the crown, power, admiration, or love. And Isil, who could love you? A princess who has more or less been exiled from their own kingdom when they were little more than a babe."
Loki attempted to will his aching body to move, never had ever wanted to harm someone as much as he did now. Not only was this man causing him and his friends pain, he was stamping on his pride. The worst part was, Loki knew that to some extent his words were true. Thor would always be the most important. Loki, however, had no intentions of letting it stay this way forever.
"How dare you talk to my brother like that," Thor pulled him away from Loki. "Loki has just as much of a chance to become king as I do."
Telemnar just laughed, "You and I both know that that is not true." This silenced Thor, "You are the strongest, the most handsome, and the most powerful Prince of Asgard." Thor was taken aback by the complements.
Loki could see what he was trying to do, tear the brothers apart so he could easily defeat them. Thor might be a pain, but Loki had not intentions of abandoning him today. He could only hope that Thor remained the same. For his brothers ego was great and Telemnar feeding it would only worsen the situation.
"We will never join you," Isil flat out punched Telemnar in the face. She might be small, but when needed she didn't have to relay only on her magic.
"You are fiery," Telemnar replied. "Lets see if I can make you really burn." With that he set the entire room ablaze and disappeared.
"Coward!" screamed Thor. "We could have easily defeated him if he had stayed."
"Thor!" Isil screamed. "We have to get out of here."
"But how?" Thor seemed rather desperate. The flames formed what seemed to be impenetrable walls around the border of the room and were moving inward.
Loki knew the answer, he could teleport them. The problem was performing the magic while cursed. He attempted to focus. Even if he couldn't move there was a possibility of teleporting them. He was weakened, but he was not dead yet. He did not plan to get killed by some foolish sorcerer. After all, he had not lived out his potential yet. Suddenly the landscape flickered and they were back at the edge of the realm. Isil and Thor looked extraordinarily bewildered. Ariel and Loki were lying on the ground besides them.
"Loki?" Isil said. Loki was now gasping for breath. She pulled him into her arms and ran her hand through his raven hair. "Please be alright."
Thor knelt down next to her, "What do you think is wrong with him?"
"I don't know," she stuttered desperately. Casting the spell had cost him greatly since he was already injured. She begins whispering healing incantations over Loki willing him to live. Slowly Loki began to breath slower and moments latter his eyes flickered open.
"I thought I lost you," Isil gently stroked his cheek.
"I am sorry, but you won't be so fortunate today," Loki softly smiled.
Isil unexpectedly pressed her lips against his. Loki had never felt such bliss, despite the fact that he was injured and rather disorientated. The world that was falling to chaos around them seemed to fade to oblivion. The kiss was deep and passionate. Everything a kiss should be. After all they had been waiting a very log time for this kiss. When Isil finally pulled back he couldn't help, but smile.
Thor laughed heartily at being caught in such a strange situation. For a moment the trio seemed to forget that they were in the middle of a losing battle.
"Thor!" Lady Sif ran up to them. "What happened?"
"Telemnar's strength surprised us," Thor sighed. The brief moment of happiness he had for his brother dissipated at the prospect of losing the battle.
"Are you alright Loki?" Sif asked.
"I think I will be just fine," Loki smiled as he placed his hand on Isil's and squeezed it tightly. Sif rolled her eyes at the display of affection. He suspected she had seen this coming.
"And Ariel?"
"She was on Telemnar's side all along," Thor replied.
"No surprise there," Sif, like everyone else had taken a dislike to the women. "Anyway, I suggest we retreat. Many of our warriors have been killed and new shipments of Chitauri are becoming more frequent. I don't think we will be able to hold on for much longer."
"I agree," Thor said. "We will have to round up the remainder of our troops and leave for Asgard. I fear that Alfheim has fallen."
Isil continued helped Loki stand up so they could be transported back to Asgard as they were shoot through space she could only hope that they would be all right. The sorrow of losing control of her homeland still stung, but the fact that her and Loki might have a future together made up for such a great loss.
Loki lay in his bed. He definitely wasn't used to remaining so dormant. It had been two days since he had returned and he had done little, but sleep. Upon arrival a healer had come to examine him. She had said that he might have suffered permanent nerve damage or worse had Isil not performed the healing spell when she did. He owned her his life-and his heart.
As he lay pondering the fact that an evil elf now controlled another realm and the consequences this would cause on Asgard Isil walked into the room.
"I see you're awake now," she smiled, genuinely pleased that he had awoken. She sat down on the bed next to him. She looked very small sitting on such a large bed in her lovely white dress. He gently leaned over and kissed her.
"I love you," he finally said. "I'm sorry for whatever I may have done that hurt you." He tried to sit up a bit more in an attempt to look healthier. He didn't want Isil to think of him as a weak injured bird.
"I think I forgot about it the moment I thought you would die," she said. "I have wanted this for as long as I can remember."
"Me too," Loki admitted. "So I gather I am officially your suitor?"
"I think you are much more than just any old suitor," she grinned back at him. "When do you feel you will be better by? For there are many things that need to be settled."
"Yes I'm sure there are refuges needing help, plans to set into motion," Loki paused. "Treasonous people to be questioned and punished."
"Ariel," Isil grimaced. "That is where I will specifically need your help. She had refused to talk to anyone and we feel as if you might be able to manipulate her since you are not only on of the most skilled wordsmiths in Asgard, but have had previous connections with her."
"It shouldn't be a problem," Loki waved his hand. Ariel would already be broken by this point, her father was dead, her master betrayed her, and she was in the hands of her enemy.
"Odin is holding a remembrance ceremony for my father tomorrow," Isil looked down. "We will allow her to attend and than you can have her." A silent tear fell down her face. Loki thought that the fact that the family she had lost had never really been hers might sting more than the actual loss.
"Your family is foolish if they didn't want to keep you," Loki slides his hand gently across her face to wipe away her tear. "Now that I have you I will never let you go."