𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

9│DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴅᴀᴍsᴇʟ ɪɴ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇss ꒱


❝ IF I WANTED TO
KILL YOU, YOU'D BE
DEAD BY NOW ❞

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A S G A R D

There was a rush of horror as she saw the Frost Giant bowl into her husband with the same amount of force behind Thor's swings of Mjolnir. Time seemed to slow down as she watched him get pinned under the giant's weight, his smaller, lithe frame more of hindrance in this case. Then there was a surge of protective anger at the sight of them grappling together, and Eleanora wasted no time in summoning her source. Her silvery light flared brighter in response, standing out starkly against the blackness of space.

She let loose a whip of light, hoping to distract the Jotun so that Loki could get the upper hand, but his focus was solely on the younger brother for the time being. The god called out her name and she felt a spark of pride that he was asking for her help. The thought alone was enough to make her redouble her efforts, her magical strength seeming to be increased by the celestial power of the Bridge beneath her feet. For the first time, she called upon more than one branch of her light to aid her in restraining the giant. Her mustered ropes attached to the creature's arms and legs, holding him back so that her husband could roll away from its grasp.

A burst of excitement followed accomplishment since she had never been able to control so many individual strands before— and it seemed to work. Loki was let go, rolling away from the Jotun. . . Her eyes widened as she realized how close he was to the edge, something which didn't seem to occur to him as he kept rolling, rolling, rolling due to the vigor with which he'd freed himself.

Loki only seemed to realize this precious seconds later as he suddenly flailed to stop his motion. Her heart leapt in her throat. She thought about releasing the Jotun to help him, but then it might give the giant the chance to deliver the final blow himself. She could only watch in horror as, first, his leg hit the empty air, then his arm, then—

He seemed to hang, suspended for a moment, as gravity tried to decide what to do with him. His gaze clashed with hers and a myriad of expressions crossed his face during the instant their eyes met: panic, a hint of fear, acceptance, love, and lastly an apology. Then, the god let go and sank into the oblivion far below.

She didn't remember much after that.

There was her own panic, the anguish that seemed to tear her heart in two and the urgency to throw herself after him without hesitation. Her magic responded to her emotions, exploding to life and rending the giant she held captive to nothing. Eleanora wasted no time in launching herself towards the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, unafraid of what awaited beneath except for the need to follow her husband.

Before her foot could even step over the lip of the road, though, her body hit an invisible wall. She was flung backward to land against the colorful surface as she stared uncomprehendingly at the unseen barrier. That was when her grief reached its greatest height, swamping all other emotions as she grasped the fate that awaited her husband.

Eleanora was hardly aware of what Thor was doing during this time, but he had finished his fight with the other Jotuns in time to see his brother veer towards the rim. He'd leapt after him in an attempt to catch the god before he fell, but gravity had caught hold of Loki first. As he fell out of sight, Thor bellowed out his brother's name: "LOKI!"