Revamped!
Chapter 126: What Happened in Asgard Part Fourteen
Months Ago - Hel
"Wow…" Hela mutters a little surprised as she looks at Sigyn. She walks in front of her so that Sigyn is looking at her instead of Freya and Apollo's corpse. "You must be truly desperate."
Sigyn looks into Hela's eyes with cold tears forming, distorting her vision of the Goddess of Death. "Do something."
"I can't."
"I'll kill you."
"You won't."
"Don't bet on it." Sigyn's hand glows as she balls it into a tight fist. Her sharp fingernails dig into the palm of her hand, nearly drawing blood. "I killed my mother, remember?"
"Doesn't mean you'll do the same to me. I want you and Apollo to survive Ragnarök."
Sigyn dims her hand and a tear rolls down her cheek as her face weakens. "Then what was the point of my word?"
Hela scoffs a little in pity for the young woman. "Oh, Sigyn, your poor cousin tried to take his own life to prove a point. And now, he's staining my land with his blood. But if you can only die at his hand and him in the body of The Midgard Serpent, then what makes him think he can escape? Fate won't allow that, would they?"
Hela's words echo in Sigyn's mind as images of Apollo stabbing himself and dropping dead appear. She remembers all those instances where she almost died in cases other than Apollo, and why she's still alive today.
His death is written somewhere else.
Sigyn snaps back and runs by Hela. She approaches Freya and pulls her back from Apollo by the shoulders. At that moment, a white light emits from Apollo's body. It cleans up any trace of his self-inflicted wound and he sits back up. Sigyn sighs out of relief and Freya is stunned. Hela applauds in the background as Apollo coughs.
"That took longer than I thought…" Apollo says. Sigyn's face flickers with anger because he planned this.
"You jerk!" Sigyn says, chucking a ball of her magic at him.
Apollo holds up an arm to block her. "Now you know why you should be on my side! You want to see that?!"
"I hate you even more now!"
Hela clears her throat to stop their argument and have the attention back on her. The three of them look her way and Apollo crawls up to Freya and holds her arm from behind.
"Oh, what a show Ragnarök will be…" Hela mutters. "You two spitting insults one another while my pet eats away at Midgard? Quality entertainment, if I say so myself."
"We came here for a way out," Sigyn states, standing up and facing Hela. She holds out two fists of her magic ready to blast. "Give us what we want now."
Hela looks past the threat. "Darling, I gave you both all I can. You gave me your word that you'll do anything to make sure that your cousin is alive."
"Then tell me."
"Fight."
Hela vanishes into thin air. Sigyn turns back to Freya and Apollo, knowing that she messed up.
"Sigyn…" Apollo mutters. "What have you done?"
"I made a promise with her because you decided you had to stab yourself to prove a point!" Sigyn replies. "It's your fault she tricked me!"
"What do you have to do?"
"Fight."
"That's what I've been telling you to do this whole time!"
"Shut up for a minute!"
Hela soars down from the sky with a horn in her hand. She blows and a deep echoing sound fills the realm. It's deafening and shakes the ground. The three of them struggle to stand until the sound stops. Hela lowers her horn and opens her arms.
"Rise, my fleet!" Hela exclaims, lifting her arms. "Show our guests a sneak preview of our special day."
Hela vanishes again and a black fog starts forms on the ground. Sigyn, Apollo, and Freya are on their toes as they hear bones and metal clicking together. Slowly but surely, Hela's skeleton army starts rebuilding and rearming, preparing themselves for battle. Apollo calls on his axe and the elements in the sky, Freya pulls out her sword, and Sigyn brushes back her hair before lighting up her fists with her magic.
"Shouldn't she save those for the big day?" Sigyn asks sarcastically.
"She probably has an endless storage," Freya mutters. "And as we just saw, they can repair themselves."
"This'll be easy," Apollo says, rolling his shoulders back.
Some skeletons finished building themselves and start heading towards them. Freya and Apollo prep their weapons as Sigyn stands and watches them.
"Shall we?" Freya asks, opening her arm towards the oncoming fleet.
Apollo mocks her gesture. "After you."
"I insist, dearest Apollo, you just came back to life."
Apollo smiles at her and Freya laughs a little. If Sigyn didn't love them, she would've rolled her eyes. Only those two would smile at each other in the pits of Hel after one was resurrected and a fleet of Hela's skeletons charge at them.
"For god's sake," Sigyn says, cracking her knuckles.
Sigyn moves her hands in a spherical motion before opening them vertically, extending the magic on her fingertips and making a wall of magic. She curves it into a dome to trap some of them inside. But more skeletons come at them from behind.
"Keep those barricaded!" Freya yells at Sigyn as she and Apollo head the other way.
Sigyn makes a portal on the ground of the dome, causing all the skeletons to fall through. Once that's dealt with, she brushes her hands on her dress.
Freya approaches a skeleton and slices its head off with her sword. While the head is in the air, Freya roundhouse kicks it to use as a headshot for another skeleton, knocking it over. She stabs her sword through the rib cage at another and heaves her sword over her head, using it as a battering ram. She sees a fallen sword from one of Hela's warriors and picks it up, now having one for each hand.
With both swords in her hands, Freya charges forward, slashing her swords vertically at everything in her way. She plants the tips of her sword in the ground and flips in the air like a handstand. Mid-air, she lifts one sword in the air and juts it forward, slicing its upper leg. Freya flips over and lands on the ground again. She swirls both swords over her head like a helicopter to take care of the skeletons coming at her from behind. She keeps one there and stabs one forward.
Meanwhile, Apollo's muscles respond with effortless speed, instinct guides his movements. He forgets his pain as he barrels through the line of skeletons facing him down, their metal's impact on his armour like a weapon being sharpened. This wasn't much of a fight: he hits them and they hit the ground. Apollo holds out his hand to call his axe but when it's about to land in his hand, he lowers it. His axe flies past him, barrelling through some skeletons that were behind him.
He rolls into a somersault, coming up, glimpsing at sparks from Sigyn's powers glinting from her hands as another shower of bones and armour flies. He hears Freya's sword hitting the skeletons as they bash into her. He watches as she falls over and one of her swords flies out of her hand and out of her reach.
Sigyn appears in front of it and kneels. The second her hands touch it, the entire sword glows with her magic and she makes it her weapon. If she sliced one skeleton, ten of them went down but that didn't stop from a hundred more taking its place. They're worse than Hydras.
Sigyn drops the sword and backs up, lighting her hands. Apollo and Freya stand on both sides of her as they watch Hela's fleet continue to grow and grow.
"Do you think I could get a second chance?" Sigyn asks Apollo.
"You've burned your second and third chance already," Apollo replies with a small grin forming on the corner of his mouth as he looks at her. "Lucky for you I have a fourth chance available."
"Jerk," Sigyn says smiling.
Friends will always like each other. Sometimes, a family doesn't. But these two will always love each other no matter what. Not even their disagreements towards Ragnarök could change anything. No memory of the past or fear for the future touched them because their minds are full of the present situation with Hela's fleet ready to annihilate them.
"Take us home," Apollo hurriedly commands.
Sigyn opens a portal for Asgard but Hela's dark magic blocks it. After many attempts, the same result occurs. Sigyn curses as she dismisses the portal overall.
"Dammit!" Sigyn exclaims.
"Anyone have a plan?" Freya asks.
Everything they learned from training evaporated from their brains. There was only one thing they could do:
"Run!" Sigyn, Apollo, and Freya exclaim at once before starting towards the cover of the trees.