ephemeral ━━ 𝘓. 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘍𝘌𝘠𝘚𝘖𝘕 ✔

□ duel

Loraine stood in front of all the Chitauri soldiers with eyes ablaze in crimson. She was deadly, yet in Loki's sight she looked more like a beautiful rose lost in a wilderness. In fact, she looked majestically different that his mind was puzzled for a moment, hinging and unhinging what he had seemed to forgot.

"Loki, it's not her," Thor commented.

The amulet gleamed ruby. Loki did not have to ask her what changed her for he knew that the moment Thanos had caught her, there was a heavy reason behind it. A reason that was related to his failures.

He remembered The Other warning him that if he fails, he would taste such pain as if he craved for it.

And the pain was her.

Now, as she stood there in front of the enemy line, Loki knew the amulet was bearing another power and the possibilities only narrowed to one: Thanos'.

"Thanos is controlling her!" He informed and turned to the others. "No one will take her out!" He shouted against the wind and the roar of men, eager to fight.

"But she is not herself," Sif interjected. "Loki, she is a threat."

He narrowed his eyes on her. "She is mine," he replied. "I shall have a duel," he slapped his arms to the side, summoning his daggers on each of his hands. "After centuries."

"Brother..." Thor started but Loki waved him off.

"I've seen this and felt this all before." There was a bitter tone in his voice. "Thanos controls his captives like a puppet. I will not adhere to this," he spat and plunged into the battlefield without another word. The sooner he could get to her, the better.

All at once, Chitauri and Asgardian soldiers ran towards the center of the field like two waves crashing into one another. The bellow of soldiers and the thunder of missiles triumphed the warzone.

Sif examined the battlefield. "Alright. This is what we will do. Thor, Heimdall and Tyr, the three of you should take out the Leviathans together. If a Leviathan drops, be sure to signal us where it's headed. The Warriors Three and I will be in charge here. Our soldiers will fight on the ground and clear as much chitauris as we can."

"What about Loraine?"

Frigga stepped in and said, "Loraine...?" She looked at her son, covered in green mist as he charged towards his beloved. "I will only help him from behind for this is his fate in his own hands now."

Frigga was right.

If Thor hadn't dragged this talented mortal into their realm, none of this could have occured. However, this was already happening and now, all Thor could do was obey his mother and trust his brother once again.

Loki stood there in front of Loraine, his daggers as black as obsidian, waiting for her move. In contrast with this, Loraine had her hands burning in purple fire with a Crown etched near her feet as she examined him seriously. She could not exactly pin point why this man in front of her did not strike her yet. He looked awfully familiar that her heart seemed to ache in response. His ethereal green gaze seemed to froze her on the spot.

"Loraine," the young man finally spoke in such exquisite voice.

A terrible pain flickered inside her mind, making her scream in agony. Her body wanted to attack this man but her gut was telling her no.

In her defiance, the pain maximized, making her double over in front of him, clutching her head.

"My dear," the young man continued, taking a step closer to her.