Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

Nidavellir

You sat in the library. Flipping carelessly through a book of the nine realms. Your ONE day off of the week. Saturday. Finally.

"Miss Shivanaala," you groaned loudly and turned to the guard. "Yes?" You said wearily.

"Surtr demands your presence." He said and turned. You sighed and walked along side the guard to down the steps towards the throne room.

The implacable stony silence of the castle walls making you even more weary.

You entered and the guard stopped at the door. You walked right in, Surtr sitting on the throne, along side him, Sinmara.

You stopped in front of them, kneeling.

"My king, my queen."

You said then stood.

My nightmare, my doom.

" I must ask too much of you." Surtr said.

You smiled and slacked in your posture. "Oh father I would expect no less." You Smiled smugly.

"I request you to Nidavellir." He said. You cocked an eyebrow.

"Nidavellir? Whatever for?" You said sarcastically.

"Your sword have to much blood on it?" You taunted.

"Enough." He snapped. Your jokes were at an end. You nodded. "Whatever you say." You said wearily and turned.

The soldiers made monthly trips to Nidavellir, the dwarves would fashion each soldier with their own sword.

None of it was by choice.

Surtr long ago made it clear, that he did not answer to the dwarves, and would crush any one of them whom denied him of his needs.

You hated the way your father ran this place. You wanted nothing more than to leave, travel the nine realms, live off the land and help those who could not help themselves.

You wanted to give people the hope and help you never had.

You put on your armor and prepared for the trip. The other soldiers as well, eager to get their new gifts like children.

Despite being the most prized warrior in Muspelheim, Surtr would still refuse to have you lead.

A fire giant, which reach the height or at least twenty feet would lead today. You boarded The Muspelheimian ship, which looked like a chunk of rock to you, and stared on your way.

How simple it would be for you to up and leave Muspelheim taunted you. You planned on this for years, many, many years.

What greater of an opportunity than this? I can't. It won't work. You doubted yourself too much. Which you knew, but even still denied.

The poor dwarves. They'll beat them till the day is gone. I hate this. I hate my father.... I'm done.

You looked over your shoulder, the lead was standing, steering the ship. Five other ships followed.