ephemeral ━━ 𝘓. 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘍𝘌𝘠𝘚𝘖𝘕 ✔

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A blast of aura erupted from the ground sending everything in the room crashing on the walls and floors. A huge gust of wind revolved around Loraine, fuming in anger. Without even knowing, Loraine was no longer on the ground. Instead, she was levitating with the aura. Her hair waving like a black sea. She could feel the satisfying pump of energy, the flowing of the beating darkness inside her---the burden that was just secretly lurking deep within her.

She was surprised, she felt delighted and relaxed at this outburst. 

Behind the twisting aura, she saw a glimpse of Loki's face. He was still smiling, mainly because his plan worked---a trickery that Loraine fell too quickly and stupidly.

She actually turned into something he was---something he could relate to.

His own dark talent.

Pride showed in his face. This was new. That specific feeling didn't really flash from him since the first time she walked in here. This was rare for her. He couldn't be proud of something. How could he? His powers were taken away from him.

To her.

"See? This," he outstretched his hand, "is who you truly are." His voice was loud enough for her to hear against the scream of the wind.

An insult. Again.

"Do not contempt me," she replied with her fist clenching.

A spark of bolt ran from her fingertips. The aura snaked down the ground, tracing a circle filled with symbols, curves and ancient writings of Seidr---The Crown.

This one was trying to prove her something---Something that she was clearly not. This was out of the line. From the moment she stepped in the room, gods know how much she tried to calm herself. But at this point, with this kind of opportunity---could she avenge him? His brother. The thought pricked her eyes into tears. She could feel the vibration inside her. A purple spark blinking out of control from her hands, glistening like the birth of a newborn star.  

She extended her hand calmly placing it beyond her back, aiming at the figure in front of her.

One

Her heart was beating rapidly behind her chest.

Maybe she could end this. End this blasted prophecy---this burdened task---the impossibility of it all.

Two

Is he a fool? He is not moving.

Three.

"Loraine!" The doors banged open.

For a second, she thought she knew this voice. She heard it from somewhere else, although, she couldn't even remember. Her mind was buried up.

"Loraine!" The voice cried out again. Now, with much fierceness and rage.

Slowly the fog in her mind collapsed---fading away into nothing until she could clear out the word "absurd" from the voice.

Loraine looked to where the voice came from.

There, in front of her was Thor.

His cape, along with his blonde hair was fluttering from his back. He was gripping tightly to Mjolnir, knuckles white and a face surprised and mad at the same time, ready to pound the room for her power to disappear. Behind him were three Asgardian soldiers. They were pointing their golden spears at her.

Her eyes widened.

"Cease this foolishness, Lady Loraine! He is my brother!" He bawled.

The plasma bolt died out into nothing at the word brother.