We speed towards the embankment, my hair flying behing me on the wind. "Are you mad?" My uncle asked, yelling over the wind.
"Possibly."
Thor gripped Jane tightly as we flew straight into a small crevice in the rock, the sides of the ship scraping the sides of the cave. We went faster and faster, colored blurring before my eyes.
"Ta-da!" My father sang as we appeared in Svartelheim. I grinned triumphantly. We had made it.
I dozed off in the ship, laying across the back next to Jane. I could hear the two brothers fighting. I ignored it for a minute, until their voices raised to yells. Thor had pinned my father to the side, and looked about ready to bash his face in when I ran up, grabbing his arm, telling him to stop. He looked at me, then his brother.
"She wouldn't want us to fight." He said, backing away, lowering his fists.
"Well, she wouldn't exactly be shocked." My father said, his eyebrows raised. I snorted, tucking myself into my father's side.
"I wish I could trust you." Thor said softly. He turned away, breathing heavily. My father picked himself up, walking towards his brother.
"Trust my rage."
I held my breath, but Thor provided no answer in return. Breathing out slowly, I sat down next to Jane, still fast asleep from exhaustion. Avoiding my father's keen eye, I looked down, playing with the sleeve of my tunic. There was a loose string, and I pulled at it like a cat would, ignoring the prying green eyes.
I awoke with a start. Jane was shaking me, urging me out of our crashed ship and onto the dry land of Svartelheim. I took her hand, walking slowly towards the hill my father and uncle were approaching. That was, until, my father pushed him down the side.
I gasped, covering my mouth. This wasn't a playful gesture, as the Dark Elves were waiting at the foot of the mound. Jane, not wasting a second, began to run blindly down after Thor, my father following in suit, without the sense of urgency.
I froze. My father had been in a bad state during the battle of New York. He was working for the titans, the bad guys. The Dark Elves were the villains now, too. I could run, but to what avail? He'd catch me. He'd hunt me down and find me. I could try to help my uncle, but I knew I wasn't strong enough. Malekieth was too strong, even without the weapon inside Jane. I could go to my father, the man who would protect me with his life, but for what? To watch the father I love dissolve into a murderer again? I wouldn't make that mistake twice. He had chosen his path, and I chose mine.
Taking a deep breath, I set my mind to the task at hand. Save my uncle and Jane.
