Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

Fight

You stood in the training ground of the kingdom. Suited in full armor and fashioned with a small shield and a sword. Training was not an easy task on you, for you were to be the most fierce Muspelheimian warrior of all.

You steadied your grip as the first soldier came forward, he swung high with an axe like weapon, you ducked and hit him hard in the side with your shield sending him tumbling across the ground.

The next soldier followed directly after, he jabbed at your torso which you blocked with your sword and spun out of the lock, you slashed his knee and he fell, and you jumped and kicked him square in the face.

You huffed a breath out of your helmet, preparing for the next. He was always the hardest. You steadied yourself, placing a foot behind you, and readied your sword as he stepped up.

At at-least twelve feet tall, with blazing head of hair, and brimstone eyes, he was always the hardest contender.

You sighed and he let out grunt from his flaring nostrils. "Grah!" You cried jumping into the air, then swung and he blocked you as your feet hit the ground again. He swung his sword which was a great deal larger than yours, you blocked, your sword clashed furiously, he jabbed you in the ribs with the handle and you huffed stumbling a bit.

He punched your across the jaw, your helmet thankfully blocking most of the blow, but never the less the force sent you down on your back.

You looked up as he raised his sword with both hands as if to plunge it through you, which you had no doubt he would.

You trained, and trained, and trained, and your only orders from Surtr were to kill should you need. He would rather you kill all his soldiers, than to fall at the sword of one.

As his sword came swiftly down towards your chest, you grabbed the blade with both bare hands, stopping him completely, it didn't hurt, but he couldn't even move.

You snarled. "I am tired, of loosing, to the likes of you!" You bellowed and lifted your torso off the ground by his own blade, swinging your feet up at the same time hitting him square in the chest, and he flew right into the air.

You were unaware of Surtr watching from a far, and you definitely caught his attention now. As the man fell back down, you took his sword, which was much larger to your liking, and as he fell with a loud boom to the ground, plunged it into his stomach. The man wheezed, and the soldiers faltered.

You breathed deeply as his eyes lulled back into his head, you took the sword from him, a rage of fury going through you, you turned as the entire second fleet of soldiers ran towards you.

"I am tired, of you all pummeling my like a doll!" You screamed as you fought off four guards, each finished with either a slash to the throat of a jab to the chest and torso. You were walking towards Surtr's seating tent, where he watched soldiers train.

"I am tired of you telling me I am not fit to be in Muspelheim!" You bellowed clashing swords with two more men.

You kicked off another guards shield and hooked your ankles around anothers neck, snapping it, and jumping from him as he fell digging your sword deep into the shoulder of another, twisting and pulling it back out as he bled massively.

You turned and saw as Surtr was sitting up in his seat. You kept towards him, taking out at least ten more men, before they stopped coming, cowardly hiding from you.

You jabbed the sword into the stony ground, flames springing from the cracks, and you looked up into his eyes.

"I am Shivanaala of Muspelheim," you said and vanished away your helmet, your long flaming hair falling around your face. Surtr stood as did you.

"And I AM the flame goddess." you said as a circle of fire surrounded you.

You were seventeen when you owned your title of goddess, and it was VERY well earned.