Bamf!
In an instant, Kurt stood before us, his grayish black face streaked with sweat, "greetings mein führer." He grabbed my arm in his sweaty grasp and I bit my lip.
Bamf!
We were now on the ground beyond the Great Hall. I watched as the guards that were in the Great Hall begin to arrange themselves into search groups, and Odin was shouting at them, orders to locate and kill King Loki and his bodyguards. I bit my lip so hard it drew blood. Kurt was panting off to the side like a hot puppy. I put a hand on his shoulder, "you have three minutes, Kurt."
"Danke," he muttered in German.
The land around us was moist and green with golden paths running around other outlying buildings. It appeared that we were in a courtyard of sorts. Pylons for support ran around the outside of the buildings in a very Greco-Roman style, which didn't make much sense for a realm inhabited by the Viking gods. These pylons left alcoves in the walls that we, and perhaps them, could use as reliable cover. Exotic trees and flowers shrouded the area with shade, but also some exquisite colorful blossoms. It was a beautiful place, wide and flat, but as I noticed, with a full view of the palace and the guards amassing there, ready to take us out. That's when I noticed a problem with the alcoves. If they took Kurt out, we would be pinned down and probably killed a lot.
I hissed as I realized that three squads of soldiers were coming our way, at least ten of them, possibly more, in that same ridiculous getup that the guys in front of the hall earlier had on. "You've got to be kidding," I narrowed my eyes, "my draft-board told me there would be more water-skiing," I hissed. I was aware that King Loki was staring at me as if I was some sort of freak, and I tapped my earpiece again, "come in, everyone. The peace conference has gone down the tubes. I need you all to get yourselves to the exfiltration point before the Asgardians get you, Kat, Lars, some backup would be helpful. Frank, move in, we need you."
I grabbed Loki's arm again, "come, Sire," I said forcefully, "we must return to the Blackbird."
He shook himself free of my grasp, "Is that your entire plan? Get back to the Blackbird? Perhaps you don't realize that the Asgardians also have ships and will likely shoot your bucket of nails out of the sky. And getting back to the Blackbird would be much easier if we did not have a small army coming our way!"
"I have a plan, Sire," I looked my king directly in the eye, "follow my commands and don't die."
"How dare you-."
"My king," It was Kurt, "there was a reason why you chose our team to defend you," he said simply, "As there is a reason Piece is our Kommandant. I believe that you shall do well by listening to her." He handed me my plasma pistol and I took it. It was a piece of technology that Loki had gained from the Chitauri, only miniaturized and easier to hide on the person. I stuffed it into the back of my uniform and glanced at my watch.
"We've been on the front lines of this war for four years now," I said to my king simply, "I know what I'm doing."
Loki fumed, "Fine," he hissed.
"Kurt," I said simply, my heart beating in my ears, "your three minutes are up," I cocked my pistol.