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The Queen of Heart
Her footsteps hadn't had any particular echo that could have warned potential foes of her approaching. Her wrath was indeed important, and no Asgardian nor mortal fancied crossing her path at this precise moment. Armored limbs refleshing in the mirrors along the corridors, dark locks swiftly moving at each of her motions, her staff rocking back and forth again and again, as she was walking unheartedly to deliver bad news to her Prince. Anger, as well as worry, displayed in her gaze.
How did that happen? How did this woman succeed to gather enough power to cross the void between the realms without getting through the Bifrost?
And most importantly, where were she? She wasn't on Helheim, where her power stood, nor on Asgard, where she came from in a way. One of the most deadly threats of the Nine Realms was out, where she couldn't be watched.
On that thought, the door before her opened in a slow and quiet motion. She walked past the threshold and stood in silence, waiting for the man before her to acknowledge her appearance. In one graceful move, his cloak following, Thor turned around, revealing the sharp storm of his grey-blue eyes.
"Lady Sif? What owes me the honor?"
"One infortunate message I would like not to be the one delivering to you."
"Talk."
And there was the warrior she had come to love after years of battling side by side. Not the stiff and pompous prince he had become in the last few years, shaped by the iron will of the All-Father, but a man capable of worrying for lives lost, for wars to come, for the love of a woman. This was a side she hadn't seen in a long time, now a side only one Midgardian woman could see. To say she was jealous was an understatement.
Taking a deep breath, Sif began to speak.
"Hella Lokisdottir is gone."
Shock readable on his features, the man looked at her intently, waiting for details.
"We should have jailed her. She's nowhere to be seen. And she didn't crossed the Bifrost. We searched through Asgard and Helheim, where she could be. No sign of her."
"We shall hunt her down. Sif. Take a few men and search the other realms. I'll go talk to Heimdall."
The woman nodded and turned back after a little formal salute.
"Wait!"
Frowning, she waited. He walked towards her, narrowing the space between them. For the first time in a while, there were almost equal.
"How is she?"
"I don't know."
"But she's your daughter, you should know."
"And yours. Don't tell me what I have to do with her. You're not worth of it. Leave me alone now."
On this word, the woman exited the room, leaving a quite upset Thor behind her. Because she was right.
The car was rolling on the road, straight forward on the never-ending line of asphalt. He was driving, neither Asgardian had wanted to touch that roraing Midgardian machine.
It had been only a couple of days since they took him from the Fridge. Ward had quickly understood the dynamism of the group. Torunn, the impulsive blonde, led them, with her quick pace and impatience. She was belligerant and wanted destruction. But there was something else about her he didn't catch. Something deep down inside the very core of her being, past the armor she wore, as clothes as much as to protect who she really was inside. Her look was one of a young woman, in her early twenties. Seemingly innocent. Dirty blonde locks, piercing blue eyes, fair skin. She was tall, but not that tall. Thin, muscular. Her body was always covered by an armor, dark blue leather, shining metal, her red cape. Her sword was fixed at her hip and he had caught the glimpse of a knife in her boot. But she stayed a killer. He had already seen it.
Then was Hella, like a cold, frightening body guard. She didn't talk much. But when she did, everybody listened. She had a sort of power in inspiring terror in others. Her simple being here made everything much simpler. Just her look inspired fear. The entire left side of her body, from head to toe, was covered in a metal armor. He often thought it made her practicly invincible, her heart being on this side. Her eye, in the little slit in her mask, was milky white, changing a little bit of shade according to what she looked at. The right side of her body was all pale skin. Her hair was pitch black, straight. The right eye was the same color as her hair and clothes. Her lips were as red as blood. Black hair, white skin and red lips. A terryfing Snow-White...
And then... Stayed him. He didn't really know his role in all of this. Driver? Probably not. The way they had called them 'mighty warrior' when he had woken up meant they had chosen him for his fighting skills. But there were dozens other excellent fighters in the Fridge. Why him?
He was suppose to fight at their side. But against who? They had talked about a revenge but he didn't want revenge. He was worried about the team, about how he had hurt them. He wanted to get back and apologize. Even if it was to be beaten up by May. But he really didn't care about that. He wanted to explain everything to Skye, to Coulson... They had trusted him and he had betrayed them in the most horrible of ways. He had slept with May to stab her in the back. He had befriended Fitz and almost killed him. And he blamed himself so much.
On the passenger seat, Torunn sighed. She was bored to death. It was way too slow for her taste. How could mortals live like that? The panorama was repetitive. It wasn't like that she was going to take over that planet! Oh, they thought she wasn't worth it? She was going to show them.
"Are we there yet?"
He looked at her.
"Not yet. 30 minutes left."
"Can't you make it faster?"
"Nope."
She sighed exasperetly and came back to her silent observation of the road.
"Do I know you?" He asked.
That question had been bugging him since he had met the girl. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows.
"That's a lame pick-up line."
He laughed. This girl was different than any of the Asgardians he had met. She was more close to Midgardian culture. Just the way she talked was different from Sif or Lorelei's archaic phrasing.
"You seem familiar…"
"I've never met you, Grant Ward. Now shut up and drive."
"Yes, ma'am."
He couldn't look at her in the eyes. But he had to do it. He just had to. She deserved to be the one getting out of it. She deserved to stay alive. More than him, anyway. He turned around and punched the device. She screamed, he felt tears rushing on his cheeks. And the water came.
It felt like hundreds on punches in the gut. All air expulsed violently from his lungs and the crashing cold of the liquid around him, on him, in him. He felt life sucked out of his body as the same rhythm than the air. He felt his body starting to scream for oxygen. He knew that it would be his death. He felt her hand around the collar of his shirt, dragging him with her. She deserved to be alive. He was dying anyway.
He had often thought about dying, when he was younger. When he was alone and lost in his little square room after coming back from high school. He had asked himself how would it be to take your own life away. When he was sad and lost, when his classmates bullied him for being a nerd, when his parents fought and he heard his mother cry. When he saw her putting earrings out of his father's car, earrings he had never seen before, ones he was sure didn't belong to her. Dying would definitely feel better than the life he lived. If it was a life. Was it a life? He didn't know. And he didn't want to know. He knew they were far worst countries to live in in the world, he knew some people had a worst existance than his. But he just wanted to be selfish.
And now, it was his selflessness that was killing him. How ironic.
It was cold. Too cold. He felt something different. It was calmer. Darker. More peaceful. He closed his eyes. And let go.
Leo Fitz woke up with a start. It was night. It wasn't the first time he had that nightmare. Was it really a nightmare? He wasn't frightened, he was just... Sad. He might as well had died.
All was different. Simmons was different. She had become distant. And he hurt him so much. He had sacrificed himself for her. And her... She treated him like he wasn't her best friend anymore. Like something had changed. And he didn't understand that.
Being back on the hunt for Ward felt strange. He had betrayed him. But strangely, he didn't want him dead like Skye or May. He didn't want revenge.
He stood up, dressed up and went to his lab. On the table, parts of one of his new dwarfs were waiting for him. But he didn't want to do that. He opened his laptop, put earphones and turned the music on. The blank space of a text page opened. Time to forget. To try.
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The Queen of Heart