Sibling Rivalry ~ Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 19

Nothing special in this chapter but enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN MARVEL ONLY MY OCs

‘Jane.’ I said walking into her room.

Tora was sat on the balcony, and hurried towards me as I walked forward.

‘Loti, are you okay now.’ She asked, pleadingly. Her blue eyes glinting in the reflection of my pale face. She was referring back to the funeral, when I told her I thought it was my fault.

‘I’m fine.’ I was a good liar. Even though I know now it wasn’t my fault and that Frigga wouldn’t want me to think that, I couldn’t help but feel sad about her death.

Tora smiled, she had an amazing smile whereas mine was crooked. Pulling me into a tight hug I almost suffocated until she let go.

‘Come on Loti, smile.’ She encouraged, even though she, herself was finding it difficult to smile.

I managed a weak smile and pulled her into a warm hug, myself. We let go at the same time and looked at Jane.

She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

In complete and utter shock, Jane stared into the distance. Eyes turning a crimson red, but she remained still. The aether.

‘Jane.’ I asked, calmly, Tora and I hesitantly walking towards her.

‘Wha-.’ Just as she was about to speak, Volstagg burst through followed by two guards, causing me and Tora to turn around.

‘Jane Foster. You need to come with us.’ Volstagg said, breaking the silence.

Before Jane could answer a second time, Tora asked if we could come too.

‘I don’t see any harm in doing so.’ Volstagg replied, gesturing us to follow him. Tora and I looked at each other then towards the corridor, simultaneously.

'After you.' I politely said to Tora.

'No, after you.' She repeated the kind gesture.

'I insist.'

'Loti seriously just go.' Her tone was dissatisfied and she sounded grumpy.

'Fair enough.' I replied smiling mischievously. I held my head high and shoulders back, just to annoy her as I walked through the doorway.

'I'm not in the mood Loti.' Her tone now more firm than before.

'Suit yourself.' I answered.

We hurried down the corridor to catch up with Volstagg and Jane. I think we both secretly thought it was a race.

---------------------------Thor and Heimdall's Conversation----------------------

‘It’s good to see you Loti.’ Thor greeted as I walked to the table he was sat at. ‘Take a seat.’

I did as I was asked to and sat down; Thor was sat next to a man who wore a lot of gold and a helmet which was positioned carefully on the table.

The place was full of people and I felt very out of place here. Nobody was staring at me, there were only a few unexpected glances, but I wasn’t Asgardian so didn’t really fit in. The people who surrounded me all had soft, warm hair and skin tones; on the other hand I had cold, black hair and very pale skin, pretty much white. My eyes weren’t really grey, they stood out amongst people as being a very pale bluey grey.

Jane and Tora had wandered off again, so I had to compromise and had come here as a last resort looking for them. They aren't here, I thought looking around I may as well stay.

‘Loti, meet Heimdall.’ He said to me then turned to Heimdall. ‘Heimdall, Loti.’

‘I’m sorry for the recent unfortunate events.’ Heimdall said, I looked down thinking back to Frigga’s death. ‘I hope you can overlook these aspects of your stay in Asgard.’

‘I’ll try.’ I promised.

'You are not in Odin's War Council?' Thor questioned Heimdall. Wait, what are they talking about? This intrigues me.

I tried to look nonchalant as I secretly listened to Thor and Heimdall.

I directed my eyes away from them and looked around the room. There was a child staring at me who looked about five years old. I smiled at him. He smiled back. Trying to look away from something and listen at the same time is quite difficult, and believe me I've had lots of practise.

'I cannot overrule my King's wishes, not even for you.' Heimdall stated, warning Thor.

I missed what they were talking about before because some guy was laughing REALLY loudly. I hate when people don't consider others before themselves. At least he's having a good time though.

'Everything we do from here on is a risk there us no other way.' Thor argued, softly, knowing the consequences of his actions.

Heimdall eventually understood.

'What do you require of me?'