The palace doors burst open violently as a young woman burst into the dazzling Throne Room of her future father-in-law. Her deep purple Asgardian armor glimmered in the lamp lit room, the silver lining of the black and purple outfit almost glowing gold. Her silver horned diadem radiated a powerful light as the symbol of two entangled snakes seemed to be the main focus of where the illumination was attracted. A silver belt wrapped around her lower waist held the same symbol. The purple cloak around her shoulders was in pristine condition, only splattered with tiny drops of blood. Appearing in her slim pale fingers was a uru staff, the obsidian tips slicing through the air as the weapon opened, ready for battle.
Outside the sounds of war radiated as the armies of Asgard fought her troops. Her glowing purple gaze penetrated the marble floors, searching for her target.
"ODIN! Come and face me you coward!" She yelled, her smooth but booming voice echoing off of the gold walls.
"Estrid, stop!" A voice commanded from behind.
It was feminine in tone, which immediately gave away the identity of her intruder.
A slow methodical but crazed smirk etched across the young woman's pale face as she turned towards her new company.
"Sif... Why am I not surprised? Come to protect your dearest father-in-law?" She taunted lowly.
The warrior's blue eyes held compassion under her stern gaze. There was a sword in her hand, the shield had been discarded in the battle beforehand.
"He's your father-in-law too."
Estrid's face scrunched up in a mixture of rage and disgust at the sound of her words.
"He's not my father-in-law! He killed any chance of that relationship occuring! I was never a part of his precious family!" Her voice hissed, causing Sif to frown.
"You knew his actions were deserving of the fiercest form of punishment!" The warrior replied, causing Estrid to snarl, her nose scrunching up in disgust.
"Death? Was that what he deserved Sif? DEATH?" She screamed, tears beginning to stream down her soft pale cheeks.
Her staff faltered slightly in her hand.
"He murdered our brother-in-law Estrid. What punishment should Odin have exacted instead?" Sif demanded, lowering her own weapon.
With teeth gritted and tears burning her cheeks, Estrid cried, "Anything BUT his death! Balder pushed him past the brink of sanity! And do you think your husband Thor's remarks on how he should conduct himself helped? You all murdered my fiance!"
The young woman pushed forward, moving her staff with incredible speed. Sif barely had time to counteract her strike before it could slice open her middle. Estrid moved with ease as she worked to get the better of the warrior. Her movements were swift and fluid; a huge difference to Sif's more forceful and brutal blows. The young woman made quick advances in the fight, knocking the warrior's feet out from under her.
Estrid's emotions ran full and weighed deeply in her heart.
Sif was like an actual sister to her, always laughing in times of joy and fighting by her side in times of need. Now, they were on opposite sides of the battlefield, and one was on the precipice of death. Kicking away Sif's sword and pointing her spear at her sister-in-law's jugular, Estrid looked into her deep blue eyes.
Blood dripped slowly down her forehead from a newly inflicted wound. The two women exchanged looks before Estrid's grasp on her spear grew tighter, her decision made. Images of her fiance flashed through her mind as she looked at the warrior.
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Time in Flames (Book 1)
FanfictionEstrid Odrsdottir has experienced much tragedy in her life. When her fiance, Prince Loki of Asgard, is executed in front of her very eyes, she swears vengeance on those that took everything away from her. After killing the All-Father, she is taken i...
