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 siblings and Jane had departed from their boat ship, walking across the sandy grounds of their darkly left plant towards his ship. Malekith. He and his gons walked toward them. Athalia felt rage in her chest as she stared at the man who killed her mother, she wanted her revenge, but she knew, that time was not now.
"All right. Are you ready?" Thor asked Jane.
"I am," Loki replied. The three of them looked at the Prince. Athalia raised her eyebrow before shaking her head. She stood from her crushed position. She stared at Malekith, taking a few steps forward with Thor and Loki, all of them standing in front of Jane.
"You know, this plan of yours is going to get us killed," Loki told his brother, as they all kept their eyes forward. Thor nodded his head, agreeing with him. Loki held out his cuffed hands to either of his siblings, waiting for one of them to uncuff him. "You still don't trust me?"
"Would you?" Athalia questioned as she undid the cuffs. A voice in the back of her brain told her that this, unlocking her brother's cuffs, was a bad idea. Loki raised an eyebrow at his sister as she slowly uncuffed him, holding eye contact with him as she did so.
"No, I wouldn't," Loki replied once the cuffs were off. His danger slipped into his hand from in his sleeve. Swing his arm back Loki stabbed Thor in the stomach. Pushing him down the hill, Loki turned to Athalia. She was too focused on Thor as he tumbled down the hill.
Anger with herself, and the betrayal of her twin. Which she knew would happen. Athalia punched Loki in the face. He falls to the ground, swinging his leg under Athalia's, knocking her down with him. He pinned her there, stabbing her in the stomach, pulling the blade through her skin.
Athalia grunted in pain as the blade was pulled out of her skin. She could feel the blood start to pool out from the cut. Loki stood to his feet. Athalia could see the scared look on Jane's face and the tears in her eyes just before Loki kicked Athalia down the hill, sending her rolling down until she reached Thor.
She was in pain. She held her arm over his stomach, putting pressure on the wound. A purple glow covered the ear of her body, trying to use the bits of magic that Frigga had taught her about healing.
"You really think I cared about Frigga?" Loki asked the two lying on the floor. "About any of you?" he added, kicking Thor in the face as he tried to stand. "All I ever wanted was you and Odin and Athalia dead at my feet!"
Thor held his hand out, calling his hammer to him. Loki took the change, cutting off his hand before the hammer could return to him. "Thor!" Athalia yelled as she watched the hand roll away. Jane fell on her needs next to the god, not staying there for long as Loki wrapped his arms around her, dragging her away from him.
"Malekith! I am Loki of Jotunheim and I bring you a gift." Loki told him, chacking the girl at his feet. Janes looked up at him scared. Athalia, still trying her best to heal her wound, crawled her way toward the only family member she had left to trust. She was to make sure that he was okay. "I ask only one thing in return... A good seat from which to watch Asgard burn."
