It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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The moment Athalia saw the beaming blue light shoot into the sky from Stark Tower, her heart dropped. Looking through the front window of the jet, the four started up at the sky watching as the Tesseract's power ripped a hole in the sky, opening a portal and allowing Loki's army to slip through.
A black hole formed in the sky as aliens of all shapes and sizes flew in the sky making their way to the land below. A flashing speed of red light zoomed into the sky. Tony shot upwards, blasting the aliens, sparks of fire and smoke exploding like fireworks. The army fought back against the man, the odds of winning in their favour as they fired lasers down to the streets below, shooting at the cars and innocent lives.
The jet, still not landing, dodged the alien's attacks. They were close to Stark Tower, where Athalia saw Loki walk out from the building. The same golden, horned helmet for when he tried to rule Germany and Asgard sat upon his head. Her spear forming in her hand, the goddess walked toward the back of the ship opening the door.
"Athalia! What are you doing?" Steve yelled over the sound of air swirling around the enclosed space. The princess looked back at the Captain.
"To have words with my brother. Get the people to safety, I'll return shortly." As the last word left her mouth she jumped out of the jet. As she fell into the sky, head first towards the tower, her hair gracefully flowing behind her. The familiar pastel purple haze of her magic flowed around her hand like waves in a river. She shot the magic out in front of her, opening her own portal to Stark Tower.
The portal opened on the other end. She landed on the stone balcony, spear in hand. Flicking her head back, she stared up at her twin who stood a level above her, the scepter in hand. He hadn't noticed her yet. He was busy watching over his army fight against the innocent people of New York, destroying everything in their path. She didn't know this then, but she wasn't going to fight him alone. Only a moment later Thor landed on the balcony next to her.
"Loki!" Thor yelled, grabbing his attention. "Turn off the Tesseract or we'll destroy it."
"You can't," Loki told them, pointing his scepter at the two other gods. "There is no stopping it. There is only the war."
"So be it," Athalia said, twirling her spear in her hand. Loki yelled as he jumped down to the balcony. She blocked the attack Loki had planned with her scepter, holding her spear over her and Thor as she used her strength to push against the weapon.
Loki pushed back against Athalia's strength. The scepter and spear sliding against each other. He pulled the scepter away, going to attack again. She flipped backwards dodging the hit, landing on her feet, knees bent in a 'superhero landing'.
A blast from the scepter was aimed at Thor, which he blocked with his hammer. Taking another swing, the scepter, Athalia's spear, and Thor's hammer all come in contact. The power of Thor and Athalia against Loki. The scepter rotated in his grip, the gem pointing to the large letters of 'STARK' another blast sent from the gem breaking the glowing 'K' into pieces.
