A/N: Hey guys! So quick announcement: I'm not going to be updating daily from here on out. I have uni study and a novel to work on, as well as a potential part time job. So this fic is going to be more sporadic, but bear with me! :)

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Kara was pleased when Grant woke up too tired to drive. Skye immediately nominated her, and neither girl allowed Grant to protest against it.

Besides, she thought with an amused yet fond glance in the rear view mirror, he needs some taking care of.

Skye glanced up at the same time from the back seat on the other side of the car from Kara. They shared a smile before Skye turned her gaze back down to a sleeping Grant, his head in her lap. She had her hand resting against his right cheek, gently stroking the two-day-old stubble.

"I've never seen him sleep this deeply." Skye murmured. Kara only just caught the words.

"Maybe cause he was on his guard so much." She whispered back. Her tone became teasing. "You never snuck a peek in his bunk while you were in the air?"

"No." Skye answered like she'd never thought to do that. "He was my S.O. And he was a bit scary when he was pissed."

"When did he get pissed?" Kara furrowed her brow.

"During a mission just after the whole Thor and other dimensions thing went on. Pieces of an Asgardian staff were being found across old lands the Vikings conquered."

"Asgardian? Did Thor have anything to do with that?"

"No, but the timing does seem more than coincidental." Skye mused. "Anyway, we were told about some vandalism in a Norwegian forest. A couple had cut down a tree based on an old legend, and found one of the pieces imbedded in the centre of the tree."

"Why was it in pieces? If it was Asgardian, surely it would have been nearly indestructible." Kara cast a worried glance at Grant's reflection as she said this.

"An old warrior who taught history in a university in Seville. Middle aged by Asgardian standards, I suppose. Super old for us."

"How'd you find that out? To go from a Norwegian forest to Spain…"

"He'd helped Coulson before, when Thor's hammer crash landed in New Mexico. Coulson wanted help, and Professor Randolph was keen. Once he found out that another piece might also have been found, he went to fetch it. Problem was, Grant and I were in the tombs at the time, and Grant tried to take it from him." She shook her head sadly as she recalled the torment that Grant went through.

"And then he got pissed?"

"Not immediately. It built up…he was more terrified in the beginning. The Berserker Staff makes you relive your worst memory, and for Grant, that was when his younger brother almost died in a well."

Kara sighed, indicating left before pulling into a side street. "Yeah, he told me about that part. He also said that May held the staff after him, going through the same torture, but you all thought he was lying."

Skye flinched at the sudden aggressiveness in Kara's tone. "Yeah, we were wrong." She muttered, swallowing. "Why are we stopping here?"

"I'm hungry, and maybe Grant can drive now. This is as far as his instructions go." She got out without another word, Skye left feeling awful in the back seat.