Fear of Losing Control (Book #1 in the Infinity Chronicles)

Chapter 13 Fighting Loki

"What do you want?" I ask Loki, not in the mood for games.

"You fight a sand bag for practice," he tells me, totally ignoring my question.

"So?"

"If you want to be any good, you have to fight with a living opponent."

"Yeah, and who here is one?" I ask, and then stop myself when I see him give me a smirk.

"You can't be serious," I say.

"Oh, I can be quite serious," he tells me as he reaches for a saber that rests against the wall.

"Why would I want to fight you?"

"Well, you beat the sand bag up pretty badly, I'm sure you can fight a person. And plus, you're obviously aggravated so it would suffice for you to swing a sword at me."

I sigh and say, "Fine."

Why does he have to be right all the time?

He stands a few feet from me and holds his sword at ready.

"Ready when you are," he tells me.

"Good, because I'm ready now!" I yell as I bring my sword up and lunge at him.

He moves away easily and waits for me to make another attack.

I then stab my sword out waiting for him to block it and when he does, I make a small circle under it with mine. Then while he recovers, I lunch at him again, nipping his shoulder.

"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry!" I say as blood spurts out from it. I had forgotten neither of us were wearing armor.

He ignores me and puts his hand over it.

"Here, let me help you," I say and walk over towards him. When I get there I ask, "Can I see it?"

He removes his hand painfully. But when I look at the cut, there is no blood; there is no cut!

"But how did you-" I gasp as I look at the mere rip in his sleeve that remains of the wound.

"I have my ways," he says slyly and then holds his sword out again.

"You're impossible," I mutter as I go back to my spot and take my stance again.

But before we can lunge at each other, Thor comes in and says loudly, "Lady Sigyn, we are ready-"

He stops when he sees Loki and I poised at each other with swords in our hands.

"Brother!" he says horrified, "We do not raise a sword to a lady and especially not Lady Sigyn!"

Loki lowers his sword, ashamed and mutters something to himself.

"Are you alright?" Thor asks me as he runs over.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I tell him, and then point to Loki, "But he might not be."

Thor laughs and says, "That's why we don't fight ladies."

Later, Thor, Sif, the warriors three, Odin, Heimdal, Loki, and I stand at the bifrost, preparing for our departure.

"Good luck, my son," Odin tells Thor proudly. Thor just smiles politely and backs away.

I see Loki squirm uncomfortably next to me. It probably kills him each time his father does that in front of him.

"Are you ready?" Heimdal asks from above the ring of stairs. In his hand he holds the golden sword that I had seen last time I was here.

Thor nods and we turn around to face the big, swirling, circle on the wall.

I twist my head around one last time to see Odin slowly back away and Heimdal push the sword in its stand.

Then we're off. Off to pay a visit to Thanos.