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𝖎𝖛. careless and naïve
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WHEN VIVICA SET FOOT ON EARTH FOR THE FIRST TIME, she knew two things with absolute certainty. First, the grand tales spun by her brothers and father were thoroughly exaggerated — enough so that she felt an acute sense of underwhelm. Second, despite this, she would defend this planet with her life.
That was her purpose, wasn’t it? From the moment of her birth, she had been raised for it. As the princess of Asgard, her existence was not one of indulgence but of duty — an oath to protect, to guard, to offer kindness where it was scarce.
But kindness was a difficult thing to wield when faced with the sheer foolishness of Midgardians. Stupidity, Vivica knew, was an unfortunate universal constant, though it seemed to be particularly abundant here.
And yet, despite their faults, despite their recklessness and arrogance, she saw herself in them. They were flawed but hopeful. Lost but determined. Careless and naïve — just as she was.
Perhaps that was why she didn’t hesitate.
They had tricked Heimdall far too easily, which meant they had not tricked him at all. The all-seeing guardian had merely turned his back long enough to allow them passage. He had told them that he could not help, but when he walked away, his sword remained in the control panel, as if forgotten. A silent invitation. A challenge left unanswered.
Sif had been the first to react, seizing the controls with practiced ease. The Bifrost roared to life, swallowing them in its blinding brilliance, and in the space of a heartbeat, they were cast across the cosmos.
Then — impact.
The sudden stillness was jarring. Vivica felt the ground before she saw it, her back pressed against sun-baked earth, her breath knocked clean from her lungs. A deep hum of residual energy dissipated, the Bifrost’s violent departure leaving behind shimmering runes scorched into the sand.
She pushed herself upright, sand spilling from her hair, her vision still swaying from the journey’s aftermath. Around her, the others stirred. Volstagg was the first to rise, already scanning the endless horizon.
