Chapter 15

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The sound of the quin-jet's engines was literally music to my ears. We watched it touch down from through the hospital doors.  I was quite possibly jumping for joy.

I turned to face Eir.

"So....are you coming with us?"  Eir met my question with a shake of her head.

"I must remain here, protecting the hospital.  I do hope to see you soon when you return with the spell ingredients."  She explained with a small smile.  She gently patted my arm with her hand before turning towards Loki.

"I wish you and your family luck."  Eir mused.  She gave Thor and Skye a wave as she spun on her heels, walking deeper into the hospital.

Thor exited first—making sure there wasn't any stray HYDRA agents.  Lucky, he didn't see any. 

Loki followed him out next, then me and finally Skye.  We all quickly made of ways over to the quin-jet—all thankful for the safety.

~*~

"What should we get first?" Phil asked, looking over at Loki and me.

The rest of the group had surrounded us when we loaded into the quin-jet. They—mostly Jemma—sent thousands of questions towards us. What happened? Can Eir help? Are you guys alright?

We explained in full detail about what had happened and Loki explained that Eir needed three ingredients for a spell that could cure me. Sand from the deepest ocean. A feather from both Huginn and Muninn and lastly, a stone of Freyja.

"The sand will most likely be the easiest." Loki explained. "But we will need help if we are to collect all the ingredients in three months. I paled. Three months—I hadn't really been thinking about how long I had exactly. Three months.

"Speaking of help," Jemma perked up. "We managed to make contact with several of the Avengers while you were gone. We're meeting up with Natasha, Tony and Clint." She explained.

"Tony might be able to build something to get the sand." Leo said softly.

My eyes lit up again, I hadn't seen any of the Avengers—except Thor—for a while and they could help.

"Sounds like a plan."

~*~

Third Person P.O.V

A short man crept through the large room. The thudding of his black combat boots was masking the sound of his clattering teeth. His forehead was drenched in sweat and he was shaking. Why he the one asked to tell her? He asked himself.

He stopped walking shortly behind an old arm chair, it's fabric torn and stained. In the chair—rested a thin, tall figure. Her arm rested against the arm rest and her deep green eyes scanned over the man in front of her. She lifted her head, squaring her jaw to the man.

"Y-your g-grea-atness." The man stammered, bowing before the woman.

"Yes?" She hissed, her eyes flickering to her nails—a cold silver.

"T-the G-God a-an-nd h-his s-sister, t-they.....uh," he stuttered becoming fearful.

"Yes?" Amora repeated, leaning forward in her chair. The man cast his eyes to the ground.

"T-they e-esca-aped." He quickly finished. Amora's jaw locked and a growl escaped her throat.

"Those pathetic siblings." She hissed, shooting to her feet. Her hands balled into fists, stalking closer to the man.

"Stand up."  She ordered and the man was on his feet within seconds.

"Who was responsible for letting them escape?"

"Y-your h-high-hness, Thor was t-there a-an—"

"Who was responsible for letting them escape?!"  Amora growled again.  The man looked down at the ground again, shaking.

"Me."  He squeaked.  Fear coursed through his body.  Amora sighed, raising her hand.  Her fingers were surrounded by a shimmering silver glow before she swiped her hand sideways.  The man's body flew against the wall like a rag doll, his head slamming against the brick wall.  Dead, instantly.

A smile pulled at Amora's lips—she wouldn't let Lorien survive, that she was sure of.

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