"Alright, do we have an understanding?" You ask. The plan was risky, but most good plans are, aren't they? Besides, it's the best that can be done in such a short time. Everyone nods, some more reluctantly than others, "Then let's go pay my step-daughter a visit."
You have trouble focusing as your modest band of warriors march toward a battle against Hela and her army. Part of you knows that this is truth. Your history was in Asgard, a background of sword-training, court politics and propriety, horseback riding, and hand-to-hand combat. Your life here was a lie. Well, your childhood was. Your memories of abusive foster parents were only a bad dream. Your reality was that you had been murdered; you spent a generation in Hel, before managing to break free, however, discerning when your time on Midgard truly began was more than a little tricky.
All of this runs through your mind while another part of you keeps saying that you are still Y/N. You own a comic book store that has nearly gone belly up several times. You can't speak Spanish to save your life, you hate Thai food, and you've never been in a real relationship, though you don't know why. Both true, both lies. How are Y/N and Lady Sigyn of Asgard supposed to coexist? Before your headaches started, the biggest decision you ever had to make was what nickname to give to your new customers. Now you're in the middle of Boston Common at 2 AM with Loki, Odin, Balder, Sif, and the Enchantress.
'Just focus, you dim-wit; now is not the time for an existential crisis.' You stand side-by-side to prevent Hela, literally the step-child from Hel, from causing another New York scale 'incident'. The plan was set into motion, starting with Enchantress casting a spell of protection over the nearby apartments and businesses, though so long as she was maintaining this charm, she would not be able to fight. Being the middle of the week and the middle of the night, there was virtually no foot traffic. The whole city slept on, its residents pleasantly oblivious to the battle beginning right outside their windows.
"And again." Hela calls, her berserkers gathered behind her, one hundred strong, at least, and all rabid with bloodlust, "A new battlefield for the same war."
"Do you plan to talk and pose all night? Or did you come to fight?" Sif spits back. Hela smiles, her comely face twisting into a snarl.
"Go." she says, the berserkers charge without a second thought. They have already closed half of the distance between you when Balder sends forth a piercing light that knocks them all to the ground. They regain their footing quickly, flailing, punching, biting, swinging their swords in every direction, making contact only with their fellow fighters.
They were blinded. And they were destroying each other.
"Another flash like that and we may wake the whole city, Balder." The Enchantress mutters with some difficulty.
"Well, at least half gone, nearer seventy by my estimate. I'd say it was worth it." He replies.
"Regardless, Midgardians could pose an unforeseen problem should they stumble upon this battle. Let us be done quickly, and let us be gone." The strain of her charm was beginning to wear her down. She held a spell of protection and concealment on the buildings surrounding the park, a superhuman feat, even for an Asgardian. The strain was evident in the sweat beading on her brow, her fists beginning to clench, but she held. She held as long as she could. You hear Hela chuckle,
"Worry not, Enchantress, I assure you, this will not last long." She sends her remaining fighters. Loki, Balder, Sif, and Odin brandish their swords, readying themselves for combat. You stand back; your part in the plan is coming, but not yet.
One more thing.
"Loki..." He glances at you momentarily, before he can turn back, you pull him down into a kiss. A kiss you fear may be goodbye, "Be careful, min kärlek." He leans his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes.
"And you, mitt hjärta." He kisses your forehead as the remainder of Hela's army meets your ranks.
He pushes you back, trying to get you away from the fight, then turns, duel swords at ready, and joins the battle.
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The Purging of Asgard
Fanfic(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...
