Love is stronger than rage (Loki fanfic)

the fight 11

Our daily routine involved not only visiting the village and working in the greenhouse. As soon as I arrived, Stevarous carried on with my combat training. He was, at first, surprised that I had already some experience but then he was pleased he didn't need to start anew. Despite his age he was extremely agile and an excellent archer, as well as a good teacher. 

Every day we practised and every day I got faster and more skilled. I had a keen eye and got very accurate when aiming at faraway objects with my bow and arrow. Up to the point where I got better then Stevarous himself. I prided myself in aiming further and further away. Not only would my bow come in useful in protecting myself, it was also a way of providing us with a change in our diet. I was able to shoot small animals from a very far distance.

Stevarous had warned me more than once that it was quite possible that one day we would run into one of the raid gangs that made living on this realm a nightmare and then one day, the moment came.

We were on our way back from the village when suddenly Stevarous started swearing. We had up to now been able to avoid the riders or several times we went into hiding as soon as we spotted them, but this time, they had come upon us without us noticing. It was too late to hide or run. "We have to stay together! If we stay back to back we might have a chance." Stevarous hissed his voice heavy with concern.

There were maybe nine riders, they closed in on us and circled us for a while. Then they came to a stand still and one of the men dismounted his horse. "Don't do anything until I say so, "Stevarous whispered. The man came to stand in front of me, he was rather handsome but his face was covered in scars and his expression malevolent. I was holding my wired arrow pointed at him, glaring, I didn't want him to know I'm scared.

"Well, well what have we got here. I believe you might have been a true beauty once but that snake..ts ts, very unfortunate. But then again, feisty," he paused, "I like it." He smirks at me. "I like a feisty woman, gets me going," he said. "Put down that arrow," he then growled. But I didn't. "Oh no, I shall not, this feisty woman is certainly going to show you how feisty she is," I hissed back at him. It was unwise, I knew it but I couldn't help it, I hated the way he spoke to me.

He moved fast and unexpected, hitting the bow out of my hands. I didn't see this coming and found myself having to fend for myself with my bare hands. In the meanwhile the other man had jumped off their horses and were now attacking Stevarous, so he could not come to my defense and their leader could have an easy game with me. But he wouldn't, I was determined he would not get me, at least not that easily. He was a lot stronger than me, but I was the more agile one. I concentrated on the moves that I had practiced over and over as well as pulling out a small dagger I had always stored away in my boot. At some stage, the man got hold of my arm and tried to pull me closer but I gave him a rather nasty cut on his hand, so he let go of me once more.

I knew then though that we didn't really stand a chance, sooner or later we would have to give up. Just at that moment, a bright light appeared and right in front of us the Bifrost opened and Lady Sif jumped into the fight together with the worriers three. "Need a hand," she called towards me. I was immensely glad to see her. "I was handling it alright," I joked. The fight was over in no time. A few of the attackers lay on the ground others were wounded but managed to escape. I was glad I didn't have to kill anybody. I could imagine what it must feel like to actually kill a person. Injuring them was not too bad, it was just keeping them off, but killing was another entirely different thing. I had to think of Loki how he had suddenly realized that he had killed many a frost giants. If it had truly been a vision, but somehow I had a feeling that it was.

"It's so very good to see you," I said while I hugged Sif, "you came at the right moment." I further admitted. Then I looked around surprised. "Where is Thor," I asked. "A long story," said Sif sadly. On our way back to our cave she told me how they had been to Jotunheim and had caused a fight and that Odin had been so upset with Thor's unwise decision that he had band him to live on earth until he had proven himself worthy of the throne.

This of cause confirmed that my dreams were indeed visions and not dreams. As much as I rejoiced in being able to connect so literally with Loki, it also grieved me greatly for those feelings I had experienced as Loki, were likely to be real too and they had been such dark painful feelings.

They also informed me that before the visit to Jotunheim, Thor had informed them about the dire situation of this realm and they had made plans to come and help us to basically help the people. We sat until late into the night talking about many a things including the plans Thor had made to improve the living situation of the village people. Sif informed me that she and the warriors three would stay for a while if it was alright with Stevarous, to put these plans into action.

The next couple of weeks we spend changing living circumstances. We started to build a giant wall of stones around the village. At first, it was just us working but after a while the people started to believe that this could truly work to fend off those that made their life a living nightmare, and they started to join us one by one. Stones were about on mass. Slowly but surely the wall rose higher and higher. 

As soon as the wall was reaching a certain height, Hogun and Stevarous offered the people to learn how to fight so that they could defend themselves. Everybody else carried on building the wall. This was not an easy task as it had to be done in such a way that it would hold. 

In this time, I got to know Lady Sif in a more intimate way. I tried to explain to her the turmoil that Loki was going through and how on the inside he was a soul crying for acceptance and belonging. But she could not warm her heart towards him, the later Loki she had experienced seemed heartless and she harbored a great dislike for him.

It was around that time I had another vision and this time, I woke tears streaming down my face......