I'll Fight for You

Ch 20

The fire danced left and right in a rhythmic pattern crackling when the wood collapsed on itself. It was low only giving half the room light while the rest tinted pink from the sun setting outside. Time evaded the two while lost in each other's embrace, long as nobody interrupted them they continued to hold fast on the feeling. They stayed locked in the room doing nothing but harmless things. He would hold her and stroke her hair as she awkwardly nuzzled into him. He would kiss the top of her head occasionally, then would trail them down to her cheeks and meeting her lips again. Tabitha accepted his love quietly kissing him back when lips would meet again. He teased her saying she was a horrible kisser and he would get a hard slap to the arm. Together they would laugh as he rubbed his arm from her brutal attacks. He didn't dare to push her any further, afraid he might overwhelm her. So, for tonight and for maybe some time he was happy with just this. Kisses and cuddles from a woman who could easily kill him if she so wanted.

Loki couldn't help but wonder the possibilities with her; the different positions, and not to mention how rough it would be. He would wonder from images of Tabitha sprawled below him and images of her parading around in his colors. She would look magnificent green; if only he were king then she could be queen. Always to rule by his side with his hand in her right and her blade in her left. The image was so vivid it was almost tangible.

Tabitha laid facing inward to him; her eyes closed inhaling his earthy scent. His fingers combed through her locks relaxing all the nerves that where tightly wound. Time to time she would let out a small 'hm' of appreciation as he did so. She imagined from above she looked like a doll compared to his tall frame. No matter, she was happy right now. It was bliss.

"Tabitha." Heimdall's voice spoke from behind the wooden doors. "I have news for you that may be important." Tabitha opened her eyes half lidded with irritation. He chuckled at her expression giving her head another kiss then ushering her up. "He knows everything." Tabitha shot up tossing herself off the bed landing with grace startling the nord. She flung the door wide open so the guardian stood before her.

"How!?" Heimdall's eyes twinkled showing he was still watching them as he spoke.

"You weren't as stealthy as you thought." His view came back to her. "The box you found was left unlocked alarming him of your presence. They returned to your place of residence and are now waiting for you" He then frowned and added. "It appears they now know where you went. They found the marks from the bifrost and Dominic looks up smiling. As if he knows so one is watching." Loki sat up sliding off the bed approaching with caution. Her shoulders rose and fell as her breath became harsh and heavy. Tabitha's brown orbs searched the floor looking for an answer finding nothing to help her. Just as the god reached his hand out to touch her she had half turned slamming the wall with her fist. The two taller ones cringed with the cracking sound of her knuckles meeting the hard surface.

"Im going to finish this." Turning on her heels she went for her bag. Pulling out jeans, leather pad's and the brass knuckles. She walked over to the wash room quickly switching the pants and strapping the leather to her wrists and shins. When she walked out Heimdall was gone and met with a concerned Loki.

"You look like one of our bounty hunters we send to kill traitors." He spoke, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. She continued on strapping her dagger to her thigh and pinning back her hair. "And what do you plan to do? I thought you were unsure of how you were going to stop him. Now stop me if I'm wrong but you look like you are ready to kill." She froze not bothering to look over to him. She kept quite giving him his all the information he needed. "I'm not going to let you do it. You hate yourself enough for killing that woman."

"Ya, well turns out I don't care."

"Don't lie to the god of lies." Tabitha peeked over to Loki. He stood from across the room with the most annoyed and angered look she has seen. "Let me come with you, let me take his life" He approached her placing both his hands on either side of her face. She shook her head left to right denying him to go.

"This is my fight I can do this just fine. I can't let you spill blood on your hands that should be mine." He kissed her stopping her from refusing.

"Let me fight for you, you have the blood of one and I have the blood of thousands." He kissed her again. "I'll fight for you from here on out Tabitha; let me do what a man does when his other is danger."

"I am perfectly capable of fighting for myself!" she pushed away walking out the door. Leaving him standing there angered and scared. He wasn't going to let her go through with this.

Tabitha stood now in front of Heimdall talking to him about how they caught on. He told her the boom from the bifrost led them in the direction of the mark, though at that time it was mostly melted snow with partial marks showing the intricate lines. Dominic sent Matt to do research on it finding that it was part of Nordic mythology, causing a line of videos and reports about Loki to appear claiming him many things. A terrorist, an alien, and a god; seeming ludicrous to Iza and Matt but as Dominic pondered and read more and more he went and took a chance. He wasn't going to waste his time going across the world to get her friend. No, He figured her out he was just going to taunt her now. She'll come on her own. And if this failed then he will have 'friends' bring him here.

The gears spun bringing the glass before them and as it spun the light began to glow. It now connected to the two worlds ready to transport her to earth. "He will not be happy." She looked over with a weary smile and responded.

"Neither will I as long as he is alive."

Iza rummaged through Tabitha's closet throwing everything out getting frustrated with lack of choices, they where all the same, long sleeved, plain colored and crew necked. She kicked away piles of snow that still built up on the bed and falling onto the ground. The only thing she liked from the closet was a pair of black boots that went about knee length and laced up. Even then they didn't fit her; the shoe size was too small from her feet.

Matt was scrolling through a laptop he found reading though emails, tons of them where from Kale, telling everything he's done and been. And a few complaining how she has yet to reply to him. Matt knew he was gay but he didn't think he was such a flamer. He kicked back relaxing getting really tired of this waiting game. And now that he thought about it he was getting hungry too.

Dominic waited for her. He sat menacingly on the sofa facing the window to the street. His fingers tapped on the arm growing inpatient but he was sure she will come. And when she does he will settle this himself; beating her until she begged for death. Then he will torture her, watch her writhe, let her suffer, and wait till her eyes went black. He'll just leave her body there and let the maggots eat away at her flesh. Then he can move on, feeling satisfied that justice was served.