I just saw the new trailer for Thor: Ragnarok trailer and I have died! AHHHHHHHHH! Totally fangiling internally because I don't want anyone to think I'm actually dying!
Whew, okay…I think I got it out of my system.
Anyways, I was reminded that I needed to post a new chapter. Here you go, enjoy!
Chapter 7
The Warrior Mortal
Jenny woke up to the sound of screaming. She could smell fire. She sat up and gasped. She peeked out the cracks of the hut to see people running around, chased by the men in the dark clothing.
"No!" Jenny breathed. She stood from the small bed and looked around the room, wondering what she should do. On the bright side, she realized she wasn't held captive by the men in dark clothes. But who were the people that were keeping her here?
Suddenly, the door opened, breaking Jenny away from her thoughts. One of the men dressed in the dark clothes had opened a door, and walked into the hut towards her, closing the door behind him. Jenny backed away from the man, reaching on the shelves for the first weapon she could; a frying pan.
Two of these men had been looking into the hut, seeing this beautiful maiden, and assumed she was of Asgard. They snickered as they walked around to the door, not hearing a loud banging noise. They opened the door and bowed themselves mockingly.
"Greetings to Asgard, your majesty!" One of them taunted. The two noticed one of their men moaning and collapsing out of the hut. They looked down at their friend, and then looked up at the young woman- who they realized was a mortal- standing there with a now-dented frying pan in her hand.
"My heroes!" Jenny giggled.
The two men shouted and ran away from her.
"Huh? Come back!" Jenny shouted after them. "I'm really a beautiful Princess in disguise! Give me a kiss, break the spell, and make me taller!" She ran out into the field, facing many of these men, hitting as many as she could with her frying pan.
"Jenny!" Jenny turned her head at the sound of her name. From afar, she could see her friends all fighting, and waving at her. Their eyes were filled with relief and gratitude.
"Guys!" Jenny shouted, feeling the same amount of relief. She continued fighting a group of men, until many had begun to retreat from her. She ran after them until out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a lean man riding on a horse. She stopped and paused for a moment.
"Clint Eastwood? Nah…" She mused, turning her head to see that the horse had also stopped. Its' rider had long, black hair, tied back into a braid. His crystal-blue eyes piercing her. He had a nasty scar across his eye, but thankfully, the eye itself wasn't damaged. He slowly trotted towards her, and stopped about five feet in front of her. His cold eyes stared her down, looking upon her with disgust.
"What are you?" He asked.
"I'm just a simple painter, passing through." Jenny said, standing her ground, refusing to show fear.
"You're a mortal?" He crinkled his nose.
"So?" Jenny crinkled her nose back. "Hey Eastwood, did you know the westerns are dead?"
The man pointed a strange weapon at her. It looked like a small hand-gun. He was close enough to do serious harm if he pulled the trigger.
"Uh…n-not that westerns are b-bad, I actually r-really like westerns…" Jenny stammered, gulping as he readied his gun. Before he could pull the trigger, a dagger flew out of nowhere, and knocked the gun out of his hand. Jenny took the opportunity to throw her frying pan, hitting the man in the head. He howled in pain, but did not fall off his horse.
"Retreat!" He growled before shouting louder. "Retreat! The Trickster is here!" He rode off, his men following him.
Jenny sighed in relief, glad the battle was over. She looked around to see who had helped her. A very tall man stood by, gazing at her through emerald-green eyes. He wore green and black clothing, with golden armor. His helmet had long, pointed horns on them. There was something about his eyes that looked so fierce, and yet… so caring…
He looked all too familiar to Jenny. She could recall what she had seen on the news, when he had led an army to attack her home town. She felt as though she couldn't trust him… but why would he help her? She quickly ran over to pick up her frying pan. She pointed it at him in defense.
He slowly removed his helmet. His hair was slightly longer than Jenny thought it would be. He walked toward her, paused when he was only three feet away from her, and bowed his head respectfully.
"It's good to see you up, mortal. I'm surprised to see you have been able to take part in this battle." He said, standing up straight. Jenny had never heard his voice before… but it sounded vaguely familiar. "I am Loki, it was my team and I who brought you here."
So, that's why his voice sounds familiar! Jenny thought, her memories coming back to her. He was the one who had called out to her when she hit her head. She lowered her frying pan slightly, beginning to feel like she could trust him. But still, why would he save her?
Loki slowly took another step toward her. "What is your name?"
Jenny hesitated, but finally lowered her frying pan even more. "Jennifer Robinson." She replied. "But you can call me Jenny."
"Jenny?" Loki repeated. "Why don't you like 'Jennifer?'"
"It's just a nickname." Jenny argued, feeling more and more relaxed as they spoke.
"I see," Loki tilted his head. "Were you really fighting The Long Fang with that?" He asked, gesturing to the frying pan.
"Yep," Jenny replied. "It was the only thing I could find."
"Hm," Loki was silent for a moment as he studied this mortal. "You're very strong for a mortal."
"Heheh," Jenny grinned, twirling the handle in her hands. "Well, tell that to my frying pan-" Jenny stopped as the frying pan hit her in the head, just above the eyebrow. "Ow!" Jenny growled as she began to rub at her brow, wincing in pain.
"All right Miss Robinson," Loki reached for the frying pan, snatching it out of Jenny's hand. "No more."
Jenny continued to rub at her head, it was now throbbing again. She could feel her cheeks turn red as she fought back tears.
"I must say, I'm still impressed." Loki said, tossing the frying pan aside. He took her hand, and led her towards where the villagers were gathering. "I haven't seen anyone stand up to Long Fang before."
"Long Fang?" Jenny repeated.
"He's the one leading those evil men." Loki replied. "He and these other groups all spread across the Nine Realms. They destroy and kill anyone who stands up to them."
"Sounds familiar," Jenny muttered.
"Now, we must get to Asgard. This battle is won." Loki stated.
"Uh," Jenny looked around desperately for her friends, and Thor. She noticed them all standing together. She was relieved to see Jane and Darcey safe. She wondered what would happen if she tore from Loki's hand and ran to them… would he try to stop her?
A shout interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see a house on fire and a young boy in the window on the second floor.
"Help!" He yelled. "Big Brother, help!"
"Oh no!" Jenny gasped. A woman in silver armor rushed towards them.
"Loki!" She shouted. "Is the mortal hurt?!"
"No," Loki replied. "But Hogun's brother is trapped!" He pointed towards the house.
The woman turned to look at the burning house. "Oh no!"
"Yoshi!" Another man yelled, who Jenny guessed was Hogun. She could see Summer running towards the house, grabbing a blanket, dipping it into the water barrel, and rushing into the house. Jenny held her breath, as everyone stood by and watched as they waited for her to come out.
Summer broke through the front door, and ran to Hogun, the child wrapped up in a blanket and cradled in her arms. She handed him to Hogun.
Jenny took her chance and ran towards her friends, surprised to find that Loki was not chasing her.
"Summer!" She cried out, embracing her friend. "You scared me half to death!"
"That scared me half to death." Summer calmly admitted before coughing.
"Here," Marina pulled out her water bottle and handed it to Summer, who drank it very quickly.
"I've never been this happy to drink water before." She admitted again.
"Thor," Hogun turned to his friend. "There is no life in him!"
Marina slowly walked over. "May I see him?... please?" Hogun handed the child to Marina. She gently placed him on the ground and put her ear on his chest. She placed her lips on his for a moment before she placed her hands and began to push on his chest, counting as she went.
"Uno…dos…tres…quatro…"
"No!" Hogun rushed over but was stopped by Thor.
"Wait," Thor said.
"No, she's casting an evil spell." Hogun said, eyes filled with worry.
"It's not an evil spell, she's helping!" Thor reassured him.
"Give me time." Marina pleaded. She repeated the process a few times before the young boy started coughing and breathing again. She smiled and held him in her arms.
"Yoshi, right?" She asked him. "You're going to be okay amigo."
She let Hogun take him from her arms. "Thank you!" He said, bowing his head respectfully. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome." Marina replied, standing and smiling at him.
Tangled moment for Jenny. One of the most brilliant moments of Disney! Besides Moana spinning around and slapping herself in the face with her own hair. Haha! I love Disney!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Leave a comment, and see if you got any other references in the story!
