Worthy, Yet Unwilling ||Thor||

|XVI|

She saw him walking over with Gungnir in hand, and he stopped a few yards away at the sight of her in full armor, holding Tïwaz in her right hand and a dagger that she had been summoning in her left. "Your actions killed my brother." She said and now she was planted firmly in front of the Bifrost, unwilling to move.

"If you had convinced him to stay on Asgard like you were supposed to..." It was the wrong thing to say and at that moment, Loki realized it.

"You would put the death of my brother, the death of my own blood on me?! You dare to say that the death of my brother, that his blood is on my hands?! How dare you?!" She shouted and he shakes his head at her.

"That is not what I meant. You are twisting my words now--" Loki knew that it was hopeless, but he was trying to talk his way out of it anyway, since he could never, ever hope to be able to win against her in combat.

"Shove it up your arse, Loki. You wanted a fight and now, you have gotten yourself one." She said and his eyes were filled with cold pain, as his dagger was tossed at her.

She slashed it out of the air and from nowhere came Thor, who was fiercely angry. Thor surprised her and Drina's concentration, slipped for the briefest of moments and Loki blasts her away, and almost off of the Bifrost.

"Thor!" She shouted and Tïwaz was on the Bifrost, many yards away from her and both of her hands were now focused on hanging onto the Bridge in front of her.

Thor threw Mjolnir at her and Drina gripped onto the handle and as it flew by her, she was flying off and her eyes blazed sharply. She looks at Mjolnir in her hands, shocked to see that in their eyes and in the eyes of Odin's worthy enchantment, she was still worthy of it, of all of it.

"You can lift it?" Loki looked shocked at the revelation, while Thor, he did looked just as shocked at the sight as well.

"Odin knew that Tïwaz had chosen me, the Sword of Sacrifice, the blood of centuries of war, countless of many voices, being cut off by this blade, and others. Odin never asked me to be the Queen of Asgard because he thought I was better. He only asked because the warrior who wields this blade, at the end of the day and at the end of their lives... they have nothing left to lose."

With that, she threw Mjolnir to Thor and the God of Thunder flung himself at Loki once more, in a fierce wave of combat.

After Thor had destroyed the Bifrost Bridge, Drina raced forward and she dove off of the edge, catching onto the spear Gungnir with one hand and Thor had her other arm caught in his, while Odin held onto his elder son's boot.

Loki held the other end of Gungnir and despite all the hatred that lay in Drina's stomach, born out of Conor's death, she forced it away, unwilling to let it take away from everything that they had all experienced together and to not taint anything else.

"Don't do it." She begged and Loki's eyes met with Thor's and Odin's, and his grip on Gungnir loosened. "Loki... it isn't worth it." She pleaded and he let go, and they screamed, crying out at him as he disappeared into a black hole.

Despite the magnificent feasts that were laid out for them all, Drina was instead sitting in the big rooms down the hall, blowing dust off of a pile of books that she had found, that had been still sitting in the corner of the grand hall.

"Are you all right?"

"First your brother insulted you, and then mine did. Just wanted to make sure that you were all right."

"You caught me?!"

"There is no one that I would rather have by my side in a fight."

"I never meant for your brother to be destroyed! It came for Thor and he got in it's way!"

"I'm sorry."

Drina's eyes were spilling over with tears, as she leaned her head back to hit the wall and she sobbed quietly at the sudden wave of emotions.

She heard multiple sets of footsteps and she looked over to the entrance to the room, not expecting to see a mirror image of herself in her mother in the doorway and holding a weapon in her hands, of all the things.

"Have you come to gloat? Losing my best friend and my brother, all on the same day? Have you come to gloat at my expense, because of what I have in your eyes, no doubt brought upon my own self?" She asked and while in a heartbeat, she usually would have hidden her upset tone of voice from anybody except for Loki, she saw no reason to do so now. Her vocal tone was broken and hollow, as she drew her knees up to her chest and looked like a young child once more.

"He was my son. Your brother and the one that I thought was always a warrior to succeed your father. But your actions today, proved that you were always the one. I was just far too biased and stuck in my ways to understand that. I was prideful and I never meant to cut you out. I came only to return this to you." Drina's eyes widened at the sight of Tïwaz in her mother's hands, and she shakes her head at it.

"Return it to Father. I am forever undeserving of that blade as of today and of yesterday's battle. I could not save my brother, nor one of my prime targets for protection from death. I am unworthy." She said and then, the other person walked into the room.

Drina looked up and saw that Odin stood above her, now holding Tïwaz and she was shocked to see it. "Your sword does not abandon you, ever when you have been chosen to lead it into battle. It has survived all the centuries and countless wars but it has been waiting for the chosen one of Týr's children. It has only been awaiting you. Take it and accept a birthright that has waited for you."

Drina looked behind Odin to see her Lord father standing there, his other hand covered in a golden cap and she found him nodding slightly.

She reached out a trembling hand to the sword and inhaled sharply, trying to get herself under self control as she was tremblin' like a leaf in the middle of a tornado.

Tïwaz hit her palm with a slap and she took the sheath from Odin, as she knelt down in front of him quickly.

"Rise, young warrior. I bade you rise. Drina, daughter of Týr. One of the greatest warriors of Asgard. A goddess of justice, truth, and most clearly... sacrifice. Goddess of the art of combat, this name will echo in the histories of the Nine Realms for thousands of years to come! I bade you, rise young warrior!"