Hey!

So this chapter is maybe early, im working of a comedy one shot, but it seems (At least it feels like) Im ahead of schedule.

So this chapter is a bit different, maybe rushed, idk, but its all focused on the character I created every so silently. The one that was so forgettable to be the perfect bad guy. Brenna, this is all focused on her.

Alright I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 9

(Song Suggestion: Sister – Mumford and Sons)

Oh what a fine life it will be. Brenna laid comfortably in the large bed in what used to be Loki's room. He had the most comfortable bed, and the most books, which she was thoroughly enjoying both. Even more than the bed and books, Brenna enjoyed the fact that her enemies must now be suffering poor miserable lives, as she had done for so many year. They must be humiliated, she thought giddily.

Stupid Thor must be having the hardest time of all – cooking for himself, clothing himself, and doing everything for himself – finally. The man could barely put on his cape without her assistance.

He was actually quite pathetic. Everyone had thought so highly of him, but she knew the truth. He was an idiot, an absolute oaf. Someone who couldn't make a simple bildgesnipe steak, or could barely pour a glass of mead properly. He complained all the time and never said please nor thank you. He was a rude, helpless, oaf, with no manners. Oh how Brenna truly hated him most of all.

It pleased her to no end to think about how he must be doing right now. Brenna was certain that he would have filthy clothes (because he didn't know how to do his own laundry); he would be hungry (because he and his spoiled friends wouldn't know how to cook for themselves), and best of all … Thor would be miserable. That made her beyond giddy.

And Odin - Dead and rotting in Hel! Such a pathetic old man would never reach Valhalla! Thanos told her of his death. It was truly a joyous moment. His cold dead body laying on an old ship in Vanaheim.

Through all this resentment, however, Brenna felt a shimmer of remorse, guilt even. Thinking of the Avengers. Lady Natasha was very quiet and rarely asked anything of her. Lord Steven, the man did everything for himself and constantly thanked her and apologized if he felt he had done anything wrong or unkind. Lord Banner was kind and gentle and rarely asked for anything from her either. Lady Pepper and Lady Jane were nothing but pleasant, and Lord Samuel was actually quite kind and amusing. Lord Stark and Lady Darcy … well Brenna's guilt didn't reach that far; she could certainly live without the two of them.

For Lord Clinton though, she felt the most guilt. She heard from one of the Frost Giants that he was better off dead than in his current state, his injuries were severe. Lord Clinton … he was a delight. Nothing but amusing and kind; he always spoke to her and made her laugh, constantly saying charming things to her. They spoke frequently in the time they knew one another, and if Brenna was honest with herself, she actually enjoyed his presence.

But it was better this way. The Avengers would be fine, and now she was living the life she always wanted – right? Yes … yes. She shouldn't second guess what she had done. The Asgardians were better off without the royal family, the Frost Giants were basically slaves, so she had freed them and now she was now living a great life.

She had the power she craved and that was all that mattered.

Slowly, the large doors to her room opened and two Frost Giants stepped in holding large spears and wearing armor. Frost Giant equipment has improved greatly since taking over Asgard, they have actual armor (that wasn't made of ice) and actual weaponry (again, not made of ice). It was a great improvement. Both Frost Giants had on metal chest and back plates with wrist guards as well and bicep and triceps armor, and they also had leather and metal baletus. Tucked in the first Frost Giant's baletus was a large metal baton and a dagger; he was holding a large spear, so large it was the same height as he was. The second was only holding a spear … The prison guards had metal batons, she thought. Brenna looked at them quietly, "Yes?" She asked.

"Lord Thanos requests your presence," the Prison guard stated. His deep voice rumbling through the room.

"Do you happen to know the reason?" Brenna asked with a raised eyebrow, as she stood up and smoothed out her dress. It was a flowy red and black silken dress with fine Asgardian leather shoes that the queen used to wear.

"No, but he would like to see you, now," the Frost Giant replied. Brenna nodded wearily and walked towards them.

Silently, they escorted her to the throne hall, the heavy thumping of the Frost Giant's footsteps echoing loudly off the walls. Brenna was suspicious; things like this made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. This was very odd. Since their union, the Frost Giants rarely ordered her around, and she speaks to Thanos during weekly meetings and they've already had their meeting for this week. She wasn't stupid; she knew something was up. Her brain scattered, trying to go through scenarios of what could happen and making quick plans for each. The most likely scenario would be that Thanos has a new ally and they want to betray her. But why … her brain reeled. It made no sense. Thanos should keep her for a multitude of reasons. She knew Asgard like the back of her hand; she knew Thor, Lady Sif and the warriors three, and the Avengers, all very well. Plus, she was the one who helped him take over Asgard in the first place.

That's why it made no sense. Thanos owed her; he needed her. No, its possible there's just another Asgardian revolt and he would need Brenna's help to put it down quickly. She glanced out the window as they passed by and she saw nothing but peace, so that wasn't it. She needed to stop thinking. Thanos probably needs her to consult her on some Asgardian matter – that was her job anyway.

Hopefully all is well, Brenna was thinking as she stepped into the throne hall and began the walk towards the stairs that led up to the dais and the throne. She stopped at the foot of the steps, knelt down and bowed her head, "Hello King Thanos. How may I be of assistance?" She asked, keeping her voice gentle and quiet as her head swarmed with all her dark thoughts.

He looked down at her and grinned. Moving his arms to the arms of the throne Thanos replied, "Oh my dear Brenna, how you've been so much help to me already. I think it's time that you rest…," his grin grew evil as he continued. "It is time that I show my citizens the importance of loyalty, and the price of betrayal…" Brenna looked up at Thanos and she knew something was wrong. Almost instantly she knew she had been right to be suspicious. With that though came the painfully cold massive hands on her arms. It was no use struggling she could never get away. Two Frost Giants lifted her off the ground. "Thank you … for all that you've done Brenna," Thanos grinned and gave a shooing gesture with his hand. The Frost Giants turned to take Brenna away.

Their hands were so painfully cold and her skin was dying under their grip, turning black and purple, as they headed out of the throne room, "HOW DARE YOU THANOS! AFTER ALL IVE DONE! YOU FILTHY TRAITOR!" She yelled and thrashed in the Frost Giant's tight grip.

"Silence her," Thanos hissed and the smaller of the Frost Giants grabbed her chin and squeezed it, her lower face and neck now turning black and purple as the Frost Giant ripped a piece of her dress and stuffed it in her mouth. She was still trying to yell in pain and anger through the cloth, but all that came out was incomprehensible mumbles. The Frost Giants exited the Palace and drug Brenna down the steps.

They carried her to the prison, where a cell was waiting for her; ironically, it was Loki's old cell. They opened the cell and threw Brenna in. They threw her with such force she tumbled and hit the wall hard. She laid motionless as she watched them close up her cell. She was cold. It was cold in there ... colder than usual.

….

(Song Suggestion: This night – Black Lab)

It's been a week, a long, horrible week. A week since she was captured and she'd been in that wretched cell the whole time. The good news was that she wasn't not dead, at least not yet. They feed her cold, nasty food and frozen water every other day. They had made her change into dirty white sleeping clothes with blood stains on them, whose they were, Brenna had not a clue. Apparently, white bloody sleeping clothes were prisoner apparel now.

Brenna was angry with herself. She should have seen this coming. He betrayed and killed Laufey first. So, it only made sense that Thanos would also turn on her. How did she not see this coming? She was smarter than that; she should have known better …

Being alone in a cell gave her time to think, too much time. That was all she did was think. Oh dear, what have I done? How could I have let all the bad things cloud out all of the good ones? I have ruined so many lives…

She had betrayed so many people who trusted her … why did she ever hate any of them? Now, she couldn't even remember. Thor and Steven were literally like big happy dogs who tried to save her when they thought she was getting captured. The Frost Giants had frozen Steven. Why did I ever dislike them?

Sif and Loki, she hated them so much. But once when they were all three children, Sif and Loki stole some coins and brought them to her family, because they didn't have enough for food. They risked themselves to help her family; they had stolen from the Royal Family to help her and her family. How could I have forgotten that?

Fandral, Hogan, and Volstagg – as children, when the three were servants to the Royal Family, they brought her family extra food during their breaks. She would play with them as well as the others. Then, when the adults came near, they would all hide, because servants weren't allowed to be with the rich, unless they were working. As children though, they all happily played together.

Why had she forgotten all of this!? Forgotten all this kindness shown to her and her family? Brenna had allowed her memories to be clouded by a mad scramble for power … now she felt horrible, both mind and body. It was as though she wanted to throw up what little bit of food was in her stomach.

Brenna hated herself. What she had done to Asgard and the Royal Family absolutely disgusted her. She knew that somehow, she had to make it right. The Royal Family, the Avengers, Sif … they didn't deserve what she allowed. Now she was gonna fix it … she had to…

Brenna was soon pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her cell opening. Four Frost Giants stormed in and grabbed her, putting shackles on her wrists and ankles. "Where are we going!?" She asked, as she hopelessly tried to resist.

The four began to walk her by the chains like she was some animal. They, of course, didn't answer her question; they never spoke. This bunch probably couldn't speak; Brenna knew that many Frost Giants were notoriously stupid.

They walked out of the prison and for the first time in a week, Brenna saw light. The four Giants began walking her towards the palace, but they stopped at the heart of Asgard. The heart of Asgard was a clear area, directly in front of the palace, with no homes. This was the place where the citizens gathered for events and major announcements. The king could stand on one of the palace balconies and speak to the large crowd. Something was different though.

Then Brenna noticed it. There was a large thick metal pole in the middle of the heart of Asgard. The top of the poled had shackles hooked to it. She immediately knew what this meant. The pole was used for torture; that would be her fate.

Thanos was standing on the balcony with his signature evil grin, watching as the Frost Giants broke open doors and forced people out on to the plaza. They gathered around, leaving room in the middle for the four guards and Brenna. "Citizens of Asgard!" Thanos voice boomed through the crown. Everyone looked to him in obedience. "This woman…," he said pointing to Brenna as the Guards shackled her wrists to the pole, "She is the one who brought me and my Frost Giant friends to Asgard, and put Odin in Odin's sleep, and had him killed."

All eyes turned to her in anger; the crowd began yelling angrily at her. They had shackled her face in, so that her back was facing the crowd. "Silence!" Thanos' voice rang out and everyone obey the order. She felt her eyes burning with tears. "Let us show you what happens to traitors and law breakers!" Thanos yelled with a grin and held up a fist, "Guards teach them this vital lesson!"

The four guards with Brenna nodded, flashing their own evil grins. Tears streamed down her face, she knew what was coming and knew she deserved it. Everyone here hated her, including those she helped put in power. The Frost Giants and Asgardian citizens alike wanted this to happen to her. The Frost Giants because they didn't need her anymore and the Asgardian for what she had done to their home and their king.

Slowly a Frost Giant guard grabbed a cat and nine tails whip as another rolled a barrel of mead and stood it up next to the guard holding the whip. They pried the top of the barrel open and the guard holding the whip grinned and dunked the whip in the alcohol, just to make it more painful.

She gulped and waited for it to come. She heard the whip snap and felt the air rush past her. She flinched and yelled in fear. The Frost Giants just laughed; Brenna was still untouched.

When the laughing subsided, the Frost Giant began, sending a powerful whip against her back. Small pieces of skin and flesh ripped off as the metal shards punctured and ripped it the whip was pulled back. That first blow left slash marks from the leather whips, as well as tears in Brenna's flesh from the metal shards. The alcohol added an extra sting to the wounds. Brenna lost her footing from the pain, but the shackles would allow her to kneel down. With tear-filled eyes and a shriek of pain, she slowly pulled herself back up.

"Look at her! She's pitiful! She put you all in this situation!" Thanos yelled. Brenna clenched her teeth in anger as sweat dripped from her brow and mingled with her tears, burning her eyes. She could feel the blood as it flowed from the wounds on her back.

Then the second blow came and once again, Brenna's feet slipped and she dropped again, the shackles cutting into her wrists as all of her weight was hanging by her wrists. Before she could pull herself to her feet, there was a strike to the back of her ankle, this time from a switch being held by a second Frost Giant. Slowly, Brenna stood, her legs shaking weakly. She felt like her back might give out. She could see blood splattered on the ground; she could feel the blood pouring out of her wounds; she thought she could hear the blood dripping onto the ground. A puddle of blood was beginning to form at her feet.

"How does it feel to be hated Brenna!" Thanos yelled with a laugh. They started whipping her over and over again. When she lost her footing a third time, the second Frost Giant lashed her calves, while the first used the whip on her back. With each hit, Brenna yelled in pain and cried more and more loudly. She tried to arch her back in attempt to get away from the metal tips of the whip. Her head dropped down, her chin almost touching her chest. She could see the warm crimson fluid puddled at her feet. It was dripping down her back onto her pants. She could feel her ripped and torn tee-shirt hanging from her weakened body, or was that actually her skin? After so many lashes, she was certain that she must be missing layers of flesh.

She began to sob, the tears burning her eyes. The Frost Giants stopped their brutal punishment and Thanos began to speak, "That is the sound of a coward … a traitor. Go home and let this image be burned in your minds!" Thanos yelled, and the Frost Giants began pushing the people back towards their homes.

Brenna continued to sob. The Frost Giants lifted the barrel of mead and poured it on her back. She screamed in pain, the alcohol stinging her deep wounds. She leaned her head on the pole, hoping it would help her remain standing. She was just too weak to hold herself up as she sobbed and shook in pain. She managed to steal a glance at the balcony where she saw Thanos smiled and nod, before walking back into the palace.

The guards unshackled Brenna and she fell to the ground, crying as she laid in the puddle of mead and blood. One of the Frost Giants laughed and kicked her in the side. Too tired and in too much pain, Brenna laid motionless as she continued to sob. Her vision was blurry. She was trying desperately to avoid having anything touch her back, her torn-up, bloody, bruised, pink, red, puffy back. The guard shackled her wrists once again. This time, they dragged her back to prison, back to her cell.

Brenna knew she had to get out of Asgard … and help save it.

….

Sleep came easy to Brenna, her pain was so great and she had lost so much blood that she passed out shortly after being thrown back into her cell.

When it show the next morning, it was hard to move, her entire body was stiff. Her back was covered with blisters, cuts, welts, bruises, and massive gaping wounds. As much pain as she was in, she knew she would heal. The guards made her change into another shirt, this one just as dirty but not in shreds. It actually hurt to have the fabric touch her back. But she did as commanded.

For the past week, she had been making notes about the prison routine. She watched carefully from the floor where she slept. Around midday, the guards let prisoners in good health go out into a courtyard walled off from the rest of the world. So far, she had learned that the guards used their spears to break the magic of the cell and pressed a button to close it. She had also noticed they changed shifts after they brought the prisoners back to their cells. She had noted that would be a good time to escape. She'd need a weapon though. Where she would get said item was yet to be known. More importantly, though, was the knowledge of how she will escape. How will she get to the bifrost and how will she use the bifrost? No matter, Brenna knew she would end up improvising something.

….

It had been three days since her torture and Brenna could now stand with only moderate pain. Thankfully the extreme pain had subsided. She was well enough to be allowed out to the prisoner's courtyard. So, Brenna thought she was well enough to try her escape.

Standing in the prisoner's courtyard, she watched carefully as they changed shifts. A Frost Giant was climbing up the wall using a ladder. Now was as good a time as any. Slowly, Brenna looked around, the guards were talking with one another, and none of them was paying any attention to the prisoners. Walking towards the ladder, she silently tripped a prisoner on her way. When he stood, he looked at the Bildshnipe next to him accusingly and they began to fight. Then, other prisoners joined the fight. A prison riot … perfect … she hadn't intended to start a riot, but it was a welcome distraction.

The guards came down the wall quickly, leaving the tower unguarded. A Bildshnipe slammed a Frost Giant into a wall, and Brenna picked up a dropped spear and quickly scrambled up the ladder. From the unguarded tower, she looked down. No ladder on the other side. She had to jump.

This is ridiculous! She was gonna be in a world of hurt if she jumped. Brenna looked down again. She could see that the tower was near a stable, which meant there would be hay. She quickly looked around as her heart raced, she saw some hay and ran across the wall towards it. Throwing her spear down first, she took a deep breath, told herself it was now or never, and she jumped…

Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest; then she hit the hay. She clenched her teeth in pain, afraid to cry out, as she felt the force of her fall on her sensitive back. A painful groan escaped her mouth as she laid in the hay.

She let out a breath of relief and slowly got up with a grunt, grabbing her spear. She darted off quickly towards the bifrost.

….

Brenna reached the bifrost without ever looking back, she didn't want to know if anyone was following her. This was insane, but there was only one Frost Giant guarding the bifrost and she could see that the king's staff was already in the mechanism.

She looked around frantically, almost positive she wouldn't be able to beat a Frost Giant. Brenna was surprised to see a horse, she assumed it was being used to change shifts. She mounted the horse and held her spear out. After giving the horse a quick kick, they both bolted forward. It took just a moment for the Frost Giant to determine what was happened, but once he did, he began running towards her. She aimed her spear and ran forward, jabbing him and letting go of the spear as the horse continued forward.

Stopping at the dome, she leapt off the horse and ran to the mechanism, turning the staff and running into the bifrost.

She's never been in the bifrost, not once. Brenna had never left Asgard. Hopefully the bifrost would take her to wherever Thor and his friends were.

It was beautiful in the beam. The colors flowing and changing around her. The vibrant colors circling her as she flew down into another realm.

She felt her feet touch the ground with a massive force, stumbling forward clumsily she looked around, little huts and farm fields surrounded her. Vanaheim. Hopefully that's where the others were.

The beam left and she looked around, people began coming out of the wheat fields and out of their homes or workshops to looking at her. Then she saw Thor. He began running towards her in a rage, "How dare you! How dare you come here!?" He yelled and reached out to grab her when he was pulled back by Lord Steven.

Thor wrestled in Steve's arms, angrily trying to get to Brenna. "Thor! Thor calm down!" Steve yelled.

Brenna gulped and stepped back as Natasha emerged from a blacksmith's hut holding a sword by the tang, it was still warm and faintly glowing pink and red and unquenched. "What is she doing here!?" Natasha growled and started forward, gripping the swords tang.

"What is going on!?" The strong unmistakable voice of Heimdal came from a hut. He stepped out and went wide eyed.

Thor began wrestling, trying once again to get out of Steve's grip, "This hellion has come to mock us!" He yelled in anger and Brenna took another step back as a man with wings came and landed behind Steve and Thor.

"What the fuck?" It was Sam.

"I-I come in peace…," She yelped out as Tony stepped out of a hut wiping his dirty hands on a rag, "Shit…," Tony muttered.

"Sure you do! Just like you did when those Frost Giants were wrestling you to the palace," Steve said with a glare.

"I-I'm so sorry … I made so many mistakes and I paid for them, I swear … Thanos betrayed me and tortured me … he killed Laufey…," She watched as Sif and the Warriors Three stepped out of the forest with a dead animal. They looked straight at her and began running towards her, a white and black wolf following,

"Jesus Christ she's back!" She heard that voice … Darcy.

"Shut up," Jane hit Darcy gently with Pepper next to them as they stood outside the healer's den.

Then about 20 Loki's surrounded her, "I'm so sorry…," she said with a whimper. "Please trust me … I can help you get Asgard back…"

"Why should we trust you…?" Steve asked with a glare, still holding Thor by the arm.

She turned her back on him and lifted the back of her shirt. She winced a bit as the fabric scraped against her wounds. When she had dropped her shirt back down, she turned to face them again. "I want revenge as much as you. And I know some of Thanos' plans, the city has changed and I'm the only one here who knows it. I'm the only advantage you have," Brenna pleaded.

Steve let Thor go and Thor stayed put. "Steve you're not actually thinking we take her in and trust her!?" Natasha said in outrage, slamming the tip of the sword into the soft ground below them.

"Steve, you gotta think about this…," Tony warned.

"Everyone deserves a second chance Tony; you had one. Natasha had one, everyone has. So Brenna deserves one, too," Steve said sternly and Natasha looked down and Tony shook his head.

"She put Clint in a coma…," Tony argued.

"SHE didn't. The Frost Giants did. She made a mistake. We've all done that, Tony. Its time you figure that out." Steve raised his voice as he looked back at Tony with a glare; Tony looked away. "Heimdal would you mind helping me get her a place to stay."

Lady Sif and the Warriors Three finally arrived from their long distance run, "What's going on?" Sif asked.

"We'll tell you later," Tony said quietly as Steve, Heimdal, and Brenna walked off.

Everyone went back to where they needed to be. Heimdal to the kitchen to cook what Sif and the Three had caught; Natasha and Sif to the Blacksmithing hut, to make armor and weapons for everyone; Darcy, Jane, and Pepper back into the healer's hut to watch over Bruce and Clint; Tony to the sleeping hut, where he was working on his Iron Man suit; and Sam back to the fields with Hogan and Fandral, where they were collecting food. Hati and Skoll returned to guarding everything while and Huginn and Muninn went back to patrolling.

Needless to say, this was a down step from Asgard. But that no longer made Brenna happy

Did you like it? I hope so, leave a comment if you did, even if its criticism, as long as its constructive I wont cuss you out.

next chapter:

Drama, romance, comedy, angry tony, lovable Jarvis, Jane and Thor, Thor and Sif. Who knows whats gonna happen next. Well I do!

Alright until next time! talk to ya'll later.

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