Prince's Mate

Chapter 8 - Sky

"What were you thinking, marking him? He's the evil mastermind in this situation!" Sky had been ignoring the team's arguing. They were in the lab on helicarrier. Loki had been brought back and was now pacing the clear walled cell he was in. Sky was watching him on the monitors. She hadn't much been paying attention to who was yelling at who.

"He's an Omega," Sky repeated dryly, turning back to face the rest of the team. She kept her wings tucked against her back. She hadn't bothered changing from her female form or hiding her wings again. The team had accepted them as just one more weird part of this weird day. Well, all of the team except Thor. He had taken a look at her, her black wings, her Asgardian blade. His eyes had gone wide, and he'd stared at her in awe and reverence, but he hadn't said anything about her heritage, not yet.

Sky knew the conversation was coming. With how both princes had reacted to her, it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of things calming down long enough to have the conversation. It wasn't a conversation that Sky was looking forward to.

"So am I. So is Doctor Banner," Tony replied just as dryly. "And I run my own company and have been a superhero for awhile now. Just because he's an Omega doesn't mean that he can't be responsible for all of this!"

Sky inclined her head. "True, but that is only one piece of the puzzle," it wasn't completely unheard of for Omegas to do such Alpha-like things. "The other part is that someone else is controlling him through the scepter, just as he put Agent Barton and the others under control with it," she explained to them overly patiently. She hoped they would accept it this time.

Thor's eyes went wide again and he looked so hopeful and heartbroken. Sky never wanted to see the overgrown Labrador that was the god of thunder ever look that heartbroken ever again. "Truly?" He managed to get the word out. He couldn't quite believe it, but it was clear that he wanted to. He didn't want to believe that his brother had fallen so far that his mischief had changed to true villainy.

Sky gave him a gentle look and nodded. She had to be careful what she said to Thor. He would believe her without question, thanks to her wings. She wouldn't break that trust, not until the question of her heritage was asked. But she could reassure him here. "I spoke to him during our fight. He broke through the mind control long enough to actually speak to me. He doesn't want to be doing this. Someone is forcing him,"

Hope bloomed in Thor's eyes, then shifted to pure determination. "Then we will stop this threat and help my brother," he told the team firmly. His tone left no room for arguments. It would be stupid to try to argue with a god, especially for the Midgardians. Thor turned his attention back to Sky after he'd set his gaze on the team, forcing them to agree with him. He could order them around. They were Midgardians. He had to be more careful with her. Just as she did with him. "I can count on your assistance, Lady Valkyrie?" He asked formally. It was an order, though worded as a question.

Thankfully, his order aligned with Sky's plans, but still, she had to tell Thor the truth. "Prince, I'm not-"

Before Sky could finish her sentence, an explosion rumbled through the helicarrier. "Jarvis?" Tony demanded as he got his balance. Sky surveyed the team, making sure there were no injuries.

"One of the engines has been destroyed," Jarvis' robotic voice explained while Nat and agents called for help over the comm system.

"That's our cue. Suit up. Thor, go to Loki, make sure he doesn't escape. Tony, Sky, get that engine back up and running," Cap ordered, taking the lead easily, clearly used to it. Sky didn't protest. Fury had already said over the comms that if another engine went down, they all would.

"I'll meet you at the engine," Tony told Sky. He still had to go get his suit from where it was locked up. The precaution had been necessary, though Jarvis would only activate the suit for Tony. Still, it was a weapon and had needed locked up. They'd wanted to lock up Sky's swords, but she'd just vanished them before they could insist. They were hers and she wasn't giving them up. They also couldn't insist on taking Mjolnir, so they'd given up on that point.

Sky took off, keeping her wings tucked against her back as she ran. As soon as she found a way outside, she dove for it, spreading her wings and flying as hard as she could for the damaged engine. She used magic to aid her flight, strengthening her wings and forcing the wind from the engines not to batter her as she flew. She made it to the broken engine just before Tony. He went straight to the control panel while she went to give the turbine a jumpstart from the inside. He was supposed to pull the lever so she could get out safely before the engine got up to speed.

But, of course, things never happened as they were supposed to. The engine started while Sky was flying inside it. And then she couldn't keep up with the speed. She shrieked as she was buffeted by the machine. It clipped her wings, singeing her feathers as she tumbled from the sky.

She flapped her wings frantically, trying to right herself, to regain her balance, to slow her fall. Nothing helped. And she could only do so much while falling. She reached for her magic, but it was useless, the tumbling head over heels.

Just as suddenly, her fall stopped. She found herself unable to move, caught by a force, by magic. It wrapped around her, feeling as familiar as her own magic, as her own skin. She shrieked again and struggled as the magic pulled her toward a helicopter where Loki was escaping with some of his minions, scepter in his hand. His other hand was reached out to her, pulling her to the jet with his magic. The magic compressed on her and she fought against it, but he was powered up by the scepter.

She fought and fought, but his magic crashed against her defenses. When he had finally brought her to his hand, she had been forced into raven form, trapped in a green bubble of his magic.

Sky was royally fucked, and not in the way she really would have enjoyed with her Omega.

Not in that way at all.

"Hello there, my little bird," Loki purred, his eyes back to ice blue, his voice sexy, seductive, and possessive.