Being raised with the princes of Asgard was perfect in every way.
Or at least it would have been if she hadn't be born the bastard of an Asgardian and an elf.
At least she's not alone.
She has her friend Loki.
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Angrboda came to with a groan. She pushes myself out of the pile of ruble- pausing when she spots a pair of legs in front of her. The goddess follows the legs up until she see the mans face.
He smiles politly, his fingers folded in front of him. "Hello."
"What happened? Where is everyone?" She asks- seeing no signs of the five other Asgardians. "Your people left a little over an hour ago." He pauses turning to gesture to some people similarly dressed to him. "We were sent to clean up the mess you all made." She nods, her thoughts gumbled.
They left?
"What do you mean? They left?" She asks turning back to the slightly taller male. He shrugs his shoulders, gesturing upwards at the cloudless sky.
"I mean, a few hours ago they dissapeared in a show of magical lights and then shortly followed by dark clouds." Angrboda stares at him, dark clouds?
But that... That would mean they destroyed the Bifrost.
With a sudden sense of urgency she moves into the middle of the destroyed town looking upward. "Heimdall! Heimdall, open the Bifrost!" Angrboda yells. When nothing happens for several seconds she starts spinning, trying to remember the direction she originally came from.
Nothing but static came from the other side of the connection. Where ever Loki was- he was too far.
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Angrboda shakes her head, taking in a deep breath.
"Heimdall!"
She calls one last time, hoping for a responce. With no response she feels something in her chest she haven't felt in a while- Panic.
"Ma'am." Angrboda twirls to look at the man who still stood with his hands clasped in front of him calmly. "I'm going to have to ask you to come with me, please." He calmly gestures to his right- her left- where a large sleek black vehicle of some sort waited.
Slowly she followed him, "What is this?" Angrboda asks when he pulls a latch on the side and a door opens. "This, is a car." He uses a hand to indicate her inside. "If you would."
With a sigh, she crawls into the odd contraption. The man follows after, sliding in next to her pulling the door closed behind him with ease. She glances at him from the corner of her eye, annoyed that it meant she was basically facing him to see him out of her good eye.
After several minutes the right side of her neck began to pinch making Angrboda roll out the muscle turning her head to face the window. When the nerve stopped twinging she keeps her face turned to the window, nothing but sand and the occasional spiked plant to be seen.
Angrboda flinchs in surprise when she feels a different kind of pinch in her neck. She twirls around to glare at the man beside her who held a long tube with a needle in his hand. "My apologies, it's just a precaution." She feels an odd sort of fuzziness in the back of her head try to take over but she manages to fight it off. The man- whose name she still did not know- seems surprised when the woman continued to stare at him.
"That was not supposed to happen." He said after several moments of silence, Angrboda scoffs. "I am from Asgard- and a magik user, your little sleeping draughts don't have much use on me." She leans back in the comfortable chair. "They worked on your friend." Angrboda tilts her head to look at him with a smirk. "You mean Thor?" She asks with a small huff of humor.
"Thor is not a sorceror like I." The woman raises a hand gesturing to herself half-arsed. She smirks again, "Where exactly do you plan on taking me Ser?" He remains stunned for a second.
"That's classified." She chuckles.
"Of course, of course."
Angrboda turns to look back out the window when suddenly the glass turns dark- making it impossible to look out of. "What?" She stares at the window in awe, turing back to the man.
"I have not seen technology like this is centuries!" She gasps turning back to the window. "...The location we're going to is classified, so we can't have you see where we are going."
Angrboda frowns turning back to the man. "Ser, I've only been to this planet twice, both times many of years ago. I can't even tell you were we left from." She gestures to the other side of the glass. "Theres really no point."
He says nothing. She turns to the man; he had pulled out a small rectangular device and began typing on it. They sat in silence for several minutes, until eventually they had been in the vehicle for at least an hour.
With another turn the car comes to a stop. Angrboda turns to the man besides her who opens the door on his side, leaning over to gesture for her to climb out. She steps out surpised to see a dark underground bunker, there were several other people dressed similarly to her companion bustling around.
"If you would." She turns to him seeing him pointing to their left. With a nod, she follows after behind him.
