Her blood burned in her body as the battle raged inside her, screaming as it ate away at her, yet she would not give in. Her body thrashed about on the ground, tears flowing from her eyes as she fought to keep the darkness at bay.
She would not be a pawn, not again.
Images of a small pale baby with lavender eyes flashed through her mind. She would be no one's tool , not again…
Loki watched with slightly winded eyes as the priestess writhed in pain, as if being tortured, on the ground. Never had he seen someone react this way to the power that resided in the staff. He was no fool, he knew it was black magic, something he had been accused of using though he had never even touched it. Until this quest for power that is, he disliked it.
Black magic was, as it sounded, dark evil magic that took hold of the user and corrupted everything it touched. It was like him, until he had found out the horrid truth, he had believed himself above using such evil magic… yet now, now it did not matter.
He was a monster, and as such he would use whatever power he wanted to get what he wanted. He shuddered as his brother appeared next to the young woman in a flash of lighting and tried to calm her. Dark angry eyes glaring up at him, "Brother, what have you done?!"
He flinched at the pure anger in his brother's voice, never having heard it before despite all that he had put the other man through. He didn't like it, he shrunk back from angry gaze and merely looked on as his brother pulled the younger woman into his arms, hissing as her powers lashed out.
Anger tore though him, along with an emotion that surprised even himself.
Jealousy.
He was jealous at the care and worry his brother had for the small woman. With a sneer, he gazed down at the two with half-lidded eyes, "She will be mine, 'Brother'. One way or another." He spat out the word 'brother' as if it pained him to say it. Thor grit his teeth as he held the small woman in place to stop her from hurting herself in her pain throws.
Not once had he been this mad at his brother, sure he had done a lot, had tried to kill him and declared war on Earth, but he was still his brother, blood or not.
Deep down, the small lanky boy who would follow after him and chatter in his ear was still there. He just needed to time adjust to finding out he was adopted, they were Gods – what was an attempted murder or two? He had hoped Loki would get over it in the next fifty years or so and all would be good again.
But this?
This was taking it too far. Not only had he involved an innocent world and its people, but he had dragged in one of the last priestesses into it; priestesses were to be taken care of, cherished, and revered among Gods. Not to be put under spells or subjected to black magic!
"Brother, you stop this madness now! Release her from the black magic and give up on your fruitless quest for power! You can still stop this, you can still come home. Please, Brother…"