Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile, but I've been trying to prepare for school and stuff and it completely took away my motivation to write. But I'm back now, on the last day before school starts up again. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I only own Nyx

Something wasn't right.

I didn't know what it was, but after I left the Avengers to talk out my plan, I felt something twisting and writhing inside my gut. For a minute I thought it was Hela calling me again, but then remembered that that felt like my head was splitting open, while this felt like there was a live snake in my stomach. I definitely wasn't ill, I was immortal. I couldn't get ill. As I wandered the corridors aimlessly, I found myself in front of Loki's door.

I haven't really talked to him since I got here. I should go see how he's doing.

I knocked on the door, and immediately the feeling in my gut got worse. The door wasn't sealed with magic. It was always sealed with magic.

"Loki?" I called, confused. My gut felt like it was about to explode. There was no sound from the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath, he's probably asleep or reading or something, chill, I opened the door expecting to have Loki be on the other side yelling at me for invading his space.

What I found was an empty room.

After searching the room fully, I found myself back in the empty hallway, worried and confused. Where could he be? There was no sign of a struggle in his room, and all of his belongings were still where they were meant to be. Maybe Hela- No. I'm just being paranoid. Hela doesn't have Loki. I would know if she did.

But maybe I did know. My writhing gut told me something was very wrong. Could it be telling me that something had happened to Loki? Is that possible?

I leaned against the wall outside Loki's room as I pondered this. My gut was twisting almost painfully now, and I felt like I was about to throw up.

I stood there for a minute before the answer came to me. It is possible. You're bound to him, remember? It was true: Centuries ago in Asgard Loki made me his battle partner, and our souls were bound by the Allfather. It makes sense that I can somehow detect when he is in danger.

But I didn't know if that was what had happened. He could just be somewhere else in the Tower, or out on the Avengers orders, or roaming Yggdrasil on his own. I had no proof that Hela had in fact gotten Loki. I could just be paranoid. Or maybe Loki had run into some trouble in Yggdrasil and would clear it up himself. Maybe I was going crazy. Or maybe Hela was in fact calling me, but in a different way.

My head filled with different scenarios, so stifling that I fell back against the wall as I attempted to move. The pain in my gut was making it hard to breathe, and worry was clawing at my mind. He's okay. He has to be okay. Shaking my head to attempt to clear it, I decided to wander through the Tower and see if I could find him.

I checked all the hallways on all of the floors. I checked all the rooms. I checked them twice, in case I had passed by him without noticing. But I didn't find Loki. So when I bumped into Thor on my way back to my room, I stopped him.

"Thor." He turned, and when he saw me his eyes hardened. He obviously still hated me.

"What?"

"Have you seen Loki?" I tried to keep the worry out of my voice, and failed.

Thor just looked confused. "I would assume that my brother would be in his chambers." He moved to walk away, but I stopped him with my arm.

"He's not, Thor. I've checked the whole Tower and he's not here." Thor's blank expression lasted until he looked into my eyes. As soon as he saw I was serious, the telltale lines of worry appeared on his brow. "I have a feeling," I pointed to my writhing gut, "that something has happened to him."

"A feeling?" Thor looked unconvinced. "He's probably out wandering his hidden pathways like he usually does." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than me.

"No. Something's wrong. I'm bound to him remember? I guess I can feel when he's in danger. Makes sense since we are battle partners."

Thor didn't seem to appreciate the reminder. His eyes blazed. "Yes, I know. He chose you over me and that was the day I realised just how dark your intentions truly were."

I sighed, biting back the harsh remark that was on the tip of my tongue. Now is not the time to fight with him. Focus. "Thor. This isn't about you and me and our ongoing hate towards each other." I looked into his eyes and said in my most serious voice, "Loki is in serious danger. Something big has happened."

He studied me for a moment, and then sighed. "Hela?" Thor passed a hand over his face, and all at once the weariness and uncertainty left his features. "You think she has him?" He asked, his eyes blazed with anger, and his fists were clenched. I knew Thor was out for blood, so was I, but I didn't need him charging in there and getting himself killed.

"Yes. I think she does." I rubbed my stomach, trying to relieve some of the pain. My insides felt like they were on fire. "We need a new plan, Thor. We can't just go in there and kill everything we see. We have to have a strategy." Seeing the unconvinced look in his eyes, I added "We need to get him back. If you go charging in there Hela will kill him there and then."

There was a long pause, but eventually he nodded. "What do you need us to do?"

Half an hour later, me and the Avengers were standing in the middle of what was quite literally a desert. The five mortals stood in a huddled group, muttering to each other. Thor stood to one side, staring unblinking at the sky. I stood on the other side, fidgeting. The runes on the ground that signified the Bifrost site were barely visible under the new layers of sand that had blown across them. The Avengers stood in full armour, looking not exactly comfortable but definitely determined. I, on the other hand, was completely uncomfortable and drowning in memories.

I had decided to wear my Asgardian armour for the first time since the day I killed Tyr.

The only familiar part of the armour was my black combat boots. The black leather pants were comfortable enough, compared to the catsuit I usually wore. I wore a chain mail dress down to my mid-thigh, covered by a green cloth dress coming down to the same length. On top was a black corset-style chest plate with neon green runes carved into the surface, made of the thick metals used for only the finest armour. It covered my entire torso and back, leaving only my arms and neck unprotected. I had metal black gauntlets that covered from my wrist to my elbow, that were also covered in runes. My black hair was up in a ponytail, and my katanas were strapped to my back. Throwing knives and daggers were hidden in my chest plate, belt and boots. My green eyes showed my uncomfortableness; I wasn't used to wearing armour and these clothes held too many memories of an old life.

"We can't use the Bifrost. If Heimdall sees me then the whole of Asgard will come down and kill me, and you will be imprisoned for harbouring a dangerous criminal, Thor." I felt compelled to point out.

"I am not as stupid as you think, Nyx." I snorted at that. He glared. "I only asked for us to be out here so that you could teleport all of us to Hela without any Midgardians seeing."

I decide to ignore the fact that Thor was right. "If I teleport all seven of us, I will be weakened. I won't be able to fight very well, let alone get Loki back."

"Which is why I will give you some of my power when we get there. Enough for you to fight. I assume you still know how to take it?" Thor's eyes were unreadable, his voice steady, but I knew what he was thinking.

When we were children on Asgard, Loki taught me a spell that let you take the strength of another warrior to use yourself. I used it on Thor, but took too much, and he was unconscious for a week. We laughed it off afterwards, but I got the feeling that he never did forgive me for that. The Warriors Three and Sif were calling him a weakling for years afterwards.

"Of course." I was confused as to why he would sacrifice some of his strength to help me. He would technically be saving my life. Even though he had wanted me dead for centuries, because I supposedly stole his brother from him, he has offered to save my life now. It must be for Loki.

Thor motioned for the Avengers to join us. "If I'm going to teleport all of us, we all need to be touching." I say. After some complaints, mainly from Stark and Barton, Thor and the mortals all joined hands and formed a circle. Leaving me standing outside the circle, an outcast, forgotten as usual. Rolling my eyes and deciding not to comment on it, I grab onto Thor's forearm and close my eyes.

I reopen them just in time to see the stream of lava under my feet before my face hits the ground and I black out.

And there you have it! So Loki sacrificed himself to save Nyx, but what if it all backfires? What if Nyx is still in danger, or if Hela goes back on her promise to Loki? What will Thanos do to him? Will Thor get his brother back? Stay tuned to find out!

^ I'm an asshole. I know. Sorry not sorry.

Note: I'm not sure how regular updates will be in the future, because obviously I'm going back to school and will have a lot less free time. Updates might be a weekend thing, or maybe I'll just stay up all night and write regularly. Who knows? Not me.

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