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The Queen of Heart
In the darkest chamber of all Asgard, far in the heart of the Palace, where servants never went, was standing Loki Laufeyson, heir of Jotunheim and King of Asgard. He was bored to death by the royal duties he had to attend in Odin's form. He craved recognition of his power. He craved the sound of crowds chanting his name. But he had to wait. Patience was the virtue of Kings.
"My King!"
"Yes, Lorelei!" He hissed, turning around.
The splendid red-head was tanding there, her features bold but fear leaking from her eyes. He quite loved her. Loki's love always came in twisted schemes. He loved her afraid of him.
"The plan you thought of is a success."
"Of course it is, lover. Am I not the God of Mischief?"
"Yes, My King. You are."
"Good."
He stepped towards her, enclosing her in his solid embrace. The fear in her eyes made him smirk wolfishly. He kissed her violently but she smiled.
"Sweet Little Lorelei…" He whispered in her ear, making her purr in delight.
"Now what, my King?" She asked in a low whisper.
"Now we just have to wait." He said, his smile of victory on. This morning smelt good. It was the beginning of a new era. His era. The time when terror was his ally on the people of the Universe. When Midgardians were prey. When he reigned by the blood he made flow. When he reigned. And when they praised him. Loki. Laufeyson.
"Sif!"
The woman drew back her sword and turned around, her eyebrows raised up in annoyance. She was wearing her training gear, her dark brown locks hardly knotted at all. She had just spent a couple of hours in front of her friend Fandral, fighting hard. And at the moment she finally felt relaxed, Thor ran into the field, shouting her name.
"Yes, Thor?" She said, annoyed.
"Heimdall found the Lokisdottir."
"So what? Can't you find guards to catch her up?"
"She's on Midgard."
Sif sighed. They would have to deal with that SHIELD organization again…. She wasn't anti-human as where a good part of Asgardians, but she had to admit mortals were really annoying. Sometimes.
"You want me to go and talk with the mortals, am I right?"
"Yes. And I shall come with you."
"I can handle that alone, thank you Thor."
"But the problem isn't the mortals. The problem is the one accompanying the Lokisdottir."
"What? She found herself some dangerous Midgardian criminal?"
"Worse. She found herself Torunn.
Sif breathed in. Bad news. If Torunn was involved… Here came the day both of them had been dreading for.
The car's tires squealed on the asphalt. The soldiers looked up, to the trio exiting it, to the guards coming behind them, all completely under their control. They drew out their guns, aiming the two women and the man. If the women were dressed as warriors, with a solid-looking armor, the man was only wearing a T-shirt. So they aimed for him first.
The blonde woman, who looked like the leader, stepped forward, making all the soldiers tense.
"Humans! We mean no harm to you."
One of them, surely the most reckless of all, answered back.
"What do you want then?"
"To speak with your leader."
They all looked at each other. Hella sighed and exclaimed in her creepy voice.
"Mortals! You heard your Queen! Give us your leader!"
Almost immediately, at Ward's surprise, awe and real fright, the soldiers ran to find their superior. It was kind of thrilling for Torunn to see all of these men running under her command. Well, mostly Hella's but since they worked together…
She understood what would it be to be Queen, to know people saw her as she really was. Powerful. She was there. On top of her world. Maybe not loved, she had given on that a long time ago. But feared. It was exciting. They had never seen her like that. They would be surprised, of course. They had never payed attention to what she became. It was time they saw who she could be. A ruthless, powerful Queen. With an army ready to die for her. With hundreds of men at her feet, ready to satisfy her every desire. To care about her. To be there every time she wanted. She smiled.
She had tried too long to be perfect. She never would be. But she didn't care anymore. She wanted power. And attention. And she would have both of them. She would do anything it took.
"Where is your leader?" She roared, tired of waiting. "Do I have to make an exemple to make it faster?!"
A couple of soldiers came back, positively frightened to death, dragging a really pale-looking high ranking officer.
"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" He asked, in a contemptible squeak.
"Ma'am? Did I understand well? Ma'am?" Torunn barked. "Mortal, you will learn quickly to respect me as who I really am! I am your Queen!"
"My… My Queen…" The man squeaked.
"Much better…" She said, regaining her nerves. "Now. What can you do for me… What does a Queen have?"
"A… a crown?"
She laughed, making the officer swallow. "I don't need those petty shallow things. Every kingdom has its army. I need an army. And you would give me that."
"But…"
"Did I hear a but?" She roared.
She snaped her fingers and, in a flash, Hella had the officer hanging from her long pale hands, nails diving into his neck. The man cried out at the pain.
Torunn turned to the soldiers who were all standing there, petrified, looking at the scene with wide terrified eyes.
"I shall make an exemple. Anyone who will ever dare to confront me will end up dead."
There was a sickening crack and the officer fell from Hella's claws. They all nodded silently, sweating.
"Now. Hail your true Queen!"
The petty chant didn't echo as loud as she wanted it to be. "Hail your Queen!" She repeated a couple of times before obtaining the praise she wanted. She had her army.
Skye was mumbling furiously at her computer. The image of the ones responsible of Ward's escape was definitely too blurred. She couldn't discern a single feature of the hooded woman's face. The other was highly recognizable, Mary Porter, secretary of the Fridge's director. They had brought her in, to interrogate her. But the poor woman didn't know anything. She seemed innocent. And they were witnesses. She was partying for her 26th birthday when she presumably had helped Ward escape. It was a real baffling problem. And it made her crazy. *
"Are you going to work, you stupid machine?!" She cried out in frustration.
"Easy, Skye!"
She turned around to see Coulson leaning against the threshold of her bunk, smiling.
"But that's just so frustrating!"
"Did you find something?"
"I have one image. But it's blurred, and I can't suceed to find a good image of the hooded woman."
"So we have to start from scratch?"
"Yeah… The only thing we have is the poor description provided by that man you interrogated…"
They stayed in silence for a moment. Skye spoke first. She had been dying to ask him that question.
"How can you not hate Ward for what he did?"
Coulson took a deep breath. That was a tough question. He had to be careful with his answer. He didn't want to hurt her more than she already was. The betryal of Ward had deeply affected her feelings. For a while, she had been blinded by hatred and revenge. She had become reckless. She took every occasion to put herself in danger, in a way that had almost cause heart attacks to the rest of the team. She was ruthless and punched everyone who came into her way. Scary.
"Well… I don't hate him." He said. "But that doesn't mean I trust him." He added quickly before getting glares from her.
"He betrayed us. He followed Garrett over us. We gave him a home. I gave him my love. And he stomped on both of them. I hate him."
No, she didn't. That's what Coulson thought. He thought she hoped her feelings towards Ward were hatred. He thought she prayed to stop feeling that way when she heard his name. He knew it. He knew she still loved him, deep down. But even the shell she had built around herself had cracks, even her beloved hatred had flows.
"What are you thinking of, AC?" She asked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. Busted.
"I was thinking of Fitz. He doesn't want revenge as much as you or May do."
"That's something I don't understand, he almost died by Ward's fault!"
"I think he's…"
A loud noise resounded in the Bus. Something big had hit the cabin. They both looked up at the ceiling with a frown.
"What is going on?"
Coulson rook off to the cockpit where May was mumbling. He took a night-night gun, just in case and ran to the cell. The pilot had opened the trap in the roof to let the intruders in, if intruders it was. The door opened slowly. Screams of anger came to his ears.
"Why did you have to FLY on the aircraft?! Couldn't we just wait for them to come back to the ground?! Sometimes I wonder if you're doing it on purpose or if it's just pure stupidity!"
Who flew on the aircraft?
What is the link between Torunn, Thor and Sif?
Try to guess!
Until next time!