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 three siblings waited for Lady Sif to bring them Jane. The bright sun shined into the room, through the large windows as Athalia led, peacefully against the wall. She had long changed from her dress and back into her Asgardian armor. The sun reflected off of her golden boats and shoulder pads. She twirled her silky black hair through her fingers while she watched in amusement as Loki fought against his handcuffs.
Athalia averted her hers from her twin when she heard footsteps heading towards them. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she got a clear view of Lady Sif, sword and shield in hand, with Jane walking closely behind them. The mortal woman was wearing the same clothes her mother had given her when they first arrived, the same clothes when they watched her die.
Jane tilted her head at the sight of Loki. Sif came to a stop, Jane walking passed her, toward the siblings. "You're...?" She said breathlessly.
"I'm Loki, you may have heard of me-" Before the words could be finished leaving the prince's mouth, Jane's hand came in contact with his face. A loud slap echoed through the quiet hall. Athalia's mouth dropped wide. Her hands flew to her mouth to hide the laughter or the smile on her face.
"That was for New York," Jane told him. Loki smirked, tilting his head to the sighed, glancing between Thor and the mortal woman.
"I like her,"
"And what of the Allfather?"
"It is my sworn duty to notify him of crimes against the throne."
"There they are! Take them." A guard's voice called out as the sound of more footsteps and armor clinging together came closer and closer. Thor stepped in front of Jane, knowing that they were there to collect her. "On my command." The same guard spoke again.
"I'll hold them off. Take her." Sif told them.
"Thank you," Thor replied, nodding his head. The guards were getting closer now. Thor started to lead Jane away but before Loki had the chance to follow with his sister, Sif swung her sword up, holding the tip of the blade against his neck.
"Betray them, and I'll kill you."
Loki chuckled lowly, "It's good to see you, too, Sif." She narrowed her eyes on the god, before looking behind him at his sister. Athalia didn't say anything, she just nodded her head. As a thanks and to also say it was okay to let him go. Sif moved the sword from his neck, letting the two twins walk away.
"Assuming you can get Loki's help and you free this mortal what good would it do? We'd all be dead the minute we step one foot outside the palace."
"That, my friend, is why we won't be leaving by foot."
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The next part of their plan was in action. Volstagg stood in front of a ship, one that did not look from Asgard. It was large, black, and just sat there in the middle of the castle.
