Disclaimer—I only Own Erika. The Avengers and Loki are Marvel, Loki's children are Norse Mythology.
Thor 2 was amazing! So many feels, though.
Erika finished her college classes online. She missed her friends and promised them all via skype, text, and facebook that she'd see them soon, but it was nice being close to her family again.
Even though she was useless on the battlefield, she tried her best to be there for the team when they got back. Her first aid training was all up to date, so she could help with non-life threatening injuries (and for the life threatening ones she just said "Go to a hospital! My god, why are you even still standing here?)
Every day Erika tried to do physical training with either Jormungand or Hela (She'd broken a few bones the one and only time Fenrir had tried to train her; he still watched and gave her advice, though).
"How was that?" a tired and sweaty Erika asked Hela after a sparring match.
"Much better, though next time you want to make sure your legs are not wider than your shoulders. Also remember—tension slows down attacks. Make sure to keep yourself loose," said Hela, combing her fingers through her hair. "Your technique could use a little work, but you are improving."
Erika beamed. "I guess those karate classes as a kid paid off," she said, sitting on a bench and reaching for her water bottle. "It's nice having another girl around—well, besides Natasha, but she doesn't count on account of she kind of hates me."
Hela didn't look at her and became fascinated with a spot on the floor.
Erika tilted her head. "Something you wanna share with the rest of the class?" she asked, getting up again to stand beside her sister.
Hela sighed. "I have been away from my realm for quite a while—I think it may be time for me to return home soon."
Erika gaped. "Seriously? Why? Aren't you digging your newfound freedom to get the hell out of City of the Dead?"
Hela sighed again. "I'm their queen—it's up to me to help them pass into the afterlife. Before I left, I appointed my most trusted warriors to do this, and they have done a remarkable job . . . but it is still my duty as Queen of Niflheim. I do not wish to go, but I must."
Erika swallowed the lump in her throat. "Oh," was all she said.
Hela gathered Erika in her arms. "I will miss you," she said quietly. "I will visit as often as I can—I promise."
Erika said nothing, just held onto her sister and tried not to cry.
Hela left, and Erika had to get used to not seeing her sister's smiling face when she came into the kitchen in the mornings, or when she wanted to have 'girl time.'
She still had Fenrir and Jormungand, but she wasn't really that close to Fenrir (Nine time out of ten she wanted to hit him). She and Jormungand were still pretty close, though, and she thanked her lucky stars for that.
One day not long after Hela left, Erika was in the living room doodling when she was struck by a thought.
"We need to get you and Fen some normal clothes, and we need to go out," she said, knowing that her half-brother was nearby without even looking up. "Nothing too outlandish—maybe a nice button-up and some slacks. We'll stick to green with you, but with Fen's brown hair he'd probably look good in either dark blue or red. No offense but the leather and gold sticks out like a sore thumb, and Fen's furs have gotten more than a few dirty looks." She looked up at Jormungand. "How would you feel about a haircut?"
"How would you feel about me disemboweling you?" Jormungand asked, not even looking up from his book. "I will tolerate midgardian clothing, but touch my hair and it will be the last thing you ever do." He reached up to his high ponytail and dragged the long, black hair through his hand.
Erika sighed. "Fine. Jarvis, please schedule a shopping day for the three of us tomorrow. Include stops to Prada, Bottega Veneta, Ascot Chang, Loro Pianna, and Georgio Armani, as well as a visit to our personal tailor. Also, make reservations for three for a late lunch at Daniel. Also make room for a visit to Make Up for Every Boutique and Allen Edmonds."
"Consider it done, Miss Stark," came the AI's clipped response.
Erika smiled up at a surveillance camera. "Thank you, Jar-Jar, you're the best!"
"Of course, Miss Stark."
"Sounds like you two are in for a fun day tomorrow," said Fenrir as he entered the room. "Please do tell me all about it when you return."
Jormungand smirked. "Oh, don't worry, you'll be right there with me the whole day, so you won't miss a minute."
Fenrir's nose wrinkled. "The Hel I will—I am nobody's doll to play dress-up with."
Erika sighed and hopped off the kitchen stool she'd been sitting on. "Come on, Fen, it's not even like that! You're in 21st century New York, you gotta at least try to blend in."
Fenrir snarled at her. "I absolutely refuse."
The Avengers were getting back from a mission when Erika and her half-brothers got back from their day of shopping. Erika came strutting in the room in a new form-fitting green sweater and jeans with gold heels, and the blonde highlights in her brown hair had been redone. Noticing she was alone, she sighed and turned back around to yell at the elevator. "Come on, you look fine!"
Fenrir was the first to follow his sister into the room, and at first none of them recognized him. Gone were the furs and armor, and the long mane of brown hair. Fenrir's hair was cut to just below his ears and styled in what could be described as a 'just rolled out of bed' look, and he was dressed in black jeans and a black shirt that clung to him like a second skin.
He looked . . . . less wild.
"Jormungand, get your butt out here!" Erika called for her other brother.
Jormungand's hair was still long and still pulled in its high ponytail, but that was the only thing unchanged. The taller brother was wearing black slacks and a green collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a small amount of black eyeliner made his eyes pop.
Erika gestured towards them. "Ta-da!"
For once, nobody had anything to say.
"This is nothing," said Erika. "Wait until you see their tuxes for the upcoming charity gala next month—I have amazing taste, if I do say so myself." She then sauntered off in the direction of the kitchen.
"I'm changing back into my armor," Fenrir grumbled, stomping back towards the elevator.
"This could be a good look for me," Jormungand murmured, glancing down at himself and straightening his shirt.
"You've got to be kidding me," Fenrir called back, sneering at Jormungand.
"You're just jealous that I got to keep my hair," Jormungand replied with a smirk, pulling the thick ponytail through one of his hands.
A/N: Change of plans. Seeing Thor 2 today has inspired me, and I am now planning on trying to connect this to it somehow, along with Iron Man 3, plus I gotta plan for The Winter Soldier. I know technically I don't have to connect this to any of them, but I kind of want to see if I can still connect it to canon somehow.