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 mere idea of having Loki in charge of driving this boat while they were all on the run from the castle guards, and most of the people of Asgard, with Jane, who they weren't meant to have but took anyway, and are now displaying their father's wishes and trying to leave Asgard with the mortal woman, was not a good idea.
She didn't trust the devilish smirk on his face as he took control of the staring. The boat lifted from the water, starting to hover above it like the ships. Thor stood at the front of the boat ship, with Jane passed out and weak, lying on the floor. Athalia stood near the back, close to her twin so she was close enough to stop his stupid actions if needed. Fandral stood closer to her, holding onto the side of the hovering boat due to Loki's insane driving.
She was very glad that Loki had not been driving the ship moments before. The thought of commentating on her twin driving skills had crossed her mind, showing him what it's like to be fully concentrated while an annoying voice picks up every little thing you do, but the idea quickly left as the boat started to get attacked.
A mini fighter ship from the castle hovered over the water, speeding toward them firing beams in attempts to hit them. The ship flew higher, now trying to shoot down at them. Athalia left her arms up, her palms facing the ship. A lavender dome circled the ship, protecting them from its blast.
"I don't know how long I'll be able to hold this," Athalia told her brothers. Loki moved the controls, lifting them higher than the mini ship. Fandral grabbed a rope that was placed on the side of the boat ship, picking it up when Thor spoke his name.
The blonde warrior sighed, "Right," he said, standing on the side of the ship. "For Asgard," he said, nodding at the royal siblings before jumping over the edge. Looking over the side of the ship, Athalia watched as Fandral swung under their boat, landing on the ship underneath them, and punching one of the men in the face.
"Nothing personal boys!" She heard him yell, punching another in the face. The three gods flew away, leaving the warrior alone on a ship with unconscious people. He raised two fingers to his forehead, saluting the princess as they got farther away. An action that let Athalia know that they were safe, for now.
She dropped her arms, grunting as she dropped the force field around them. She turned to face the front of their ship, her eye widening when she saw that Loki was leading them towards a stone mountain.
"Loki," Athalia and Thor spoke in a warning tone.
"If it were easy, everyone would do it," Loki said calmly. Thor snapped his head around, questioning their sibling.
"Are you mad?" He asked.
Loki shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head with a small smile on his face. "Possibly." Athalia held onto the ship as they came closer to the mountain. She braced herself. Closing her eyes waiting for her brother to betray them and her dead follow shortly after.
When she felt nothing happen, she opened one eye. Looking around, she was inside a cave part of the mountain. Parts of the ship were banging against the walls of the cave. Soon the same sparkles that appeared in the Biforst flashed past them. They were leaving Asgard.
Only moments later, the ship landed on another plant. The sun was being blocked in an eclipse, with the plants moon farmed in the center of the sun. A small rim of the sun pocked out, that light was used to light the sky and the land below it. It was hard to see because of that.
The ship landed on the ground, bouncing up and down. "Ta-da!" Loki spoke, as they arrived. They kept flying, slowly. The speed was nothing compared to the speed they flew back on Asgard, but then again, here they didn't have anyone chasing them or shooting at them. Athalia watched as her brother, Thor, draped a blanket over Jane, making her more comfortable than she already was in her weak, tired state.
Loki sighed as he kept staring at the ship. "What I could do with the power that flows through those veins." He said, looking at Jane.
"It would consume you," Athalia said. Loki raised his eyebrows before quickly lowering them again.
"She's holding up alright," Loki said, "For now," he whispered.
"She is strong in ways you'd never even know," Thor told his brother.
"Say goodbye."
"Not this day."
"This day, the next, a hundred years, it's nothing. It's a heartbeat," Loki said, "You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you've prized will be snatched from you."
"And will that satisfy you?" Thor asked angrily.
"Satisfaction is not in my nature," Loki replied sarcastically.
"Surrender is not in mine."
"And listening to you two bicker like this is not in mine," Athalia spoke for the second time since leaving Asgard. "Can you too be done yet with these childish games? If you want to hate each other, hate each other, but do it like adults. Don't make everyone else suffer." She said, rubbing her temples.
Neither of them listened. "The son of Odin..."
"No. Not just of Odin." Thor replied, standing from his spot next to Jane. "You think you alone were loved by Mother? You had her tricks, but I had her trust."
"Trust?" Loki repeated. Athalia could almost see the vein popping out of her head. "Was that her last expression? Trust? When you le ther die?"
"What help were you in your cell?"
"Who put me there?" Loki asked, "Who put me there?!"
"You know damn well!" Thor gritted his teeth, holding Loki by the collar of his leather. "You know damn well who!" He said, pushing him into the back of the boat. Athalia stood, ready to once again stop her siblings.
"You speak of her like this, but you doing the one thing she hated the two of you doing," Athalia said, finally grabbing her sibling's attention. "She wouldn't want you to fight." She noticed how the two claimed down
"Well, she wouldn't exactly be shocked," Loki replied, looking at his sister. Thor let Loki go, stepping back a bit.
"I wish I could trust you," he said, taking a few steps back towards Jane. There was almost a hurt look on Loki's face. She watched as it painted over their face and just as easily, washed away again.
"Trust my rage."
[Amber's little chats; Writing both these Thor movies has been like my least favourite thing ever because the movies are so boring... like the only thing I like so far is the relationship between Athalia and her brothers]
