You see the blade protruding from his back, Hela smiles when she sees the look in your eyes. You feel the blood drain from your face, your head feeling light,
"No!" You cry out, running to him, stumbling over the remnants of bodies strewn across the field. You make it to the top of the hill, brandishing your sword, prepared to fight when a blinding flash shines all round you, a bolt of lightning striking between you and Hela, throwing both of you back, rendering Hela unconscious. She is restrained by two of your fellow warriors before she is able to regain consciousness. You crawl to his side, still a little disoriented, and cradle his head. You try to staunch the flow of blood from the wound on his chest, but you can already see in his eyes that you're too late.
"Please... Please don't leave me..." You cry. You feel a hand come up to your cheek and look down at him.
"Don't cry." He whispers, "Let me die with honor."
"No," you say stubbornly. "I will save you. Let me save you." He takes your hand from his chest, both now coated in is blood,
"It doesn't even hurt anymore." With that you see the life fade from his eyes and he breathes his last.
You don't know how long they let you sit; still cradling the limp body, crying freely, but someone shakes your shoulder and a distant voice calls your name. Your stomach lurches, you feel like you're falling. The field falls away, giving way to darkness. Arms wrap around you, the voice still calls your name.
"Sigyn! Wake up! Come back to me!" You're being shaken, the shadows parting. You're back in Boston, in the room with Sif, Balder, Odin, and Loki, and now the Enchantress. "What did you see?"
"Loki?" He's holding you up. You try to get your feet under you.
"You cried out and then you began to weep." Sif says,
"You had another vision." Loki says softly, carding his fingers through your hair, "What did you see?"
A vision. That's what those headaches have been? Does that mean you'll lose... who was the man? You try to remember his face, but it is already hazy. You work to recall any details you can, but they are all escaping you.
"I saw..." Breathe. You have to tell them. "I saw death."
"Hela's?" Sif asks, you shake your head,
"We catch her... She isn't killed. But one of us... One of us..."
'You can find me...' You hear a small voice, a quiet plea in the back of your mind. You take a breath and choke back your tears. Enough crying.
"If I've seen it... I can stop it."
"Sigyn," Loki touches your shoulder,
"No. I will stop it. None of us die tonight... I have an idea."
The Enchantress tenses,
"Make it quick." She tilts her head, listening, "She's moving. And she's not alone."
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The Purging of Asgard
Fanfiction(This is a work of Fan fiction, meant to be read from the readers perspective, so I have omitted the main heroine's name.) You are a simple, quiet, comic store owner with a penchant for nick-naming your regular customers. So far your life has been a...
