Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

Beginnings

The last remaining Muspelheimian ship crashed to the rock in front of the kingdom. Surtr Quickly making his was to see the commotion.

The leader stepping out of the ship clearly disheveled, could hardly catch his breath long enough to speak.

"What has happened?" Surtr demanded. He wheezed.

"Shivanaala, my king-" he choked before taking another heavy breath. At the name, his stomach twisted. Surely it could not be here so soon, she could not have discovered so quickly.

"She had demanded a bargain my king." He choked out, a cold cough following his words.

"A bargain?" Surtr said unamused. "At what cost?" He asked.

"Her life, my king."

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You looked out at the stars, the four Muspelheimian ships that had followed the lead shattered throughout the cosmos, the fire giants all to waist.

The dwarves stood behind you, Eitri by your side. You had slain the beast, you would restore the Peace.

"Will he come?" Eitri asked.

You nodded, seeing a flicker in the distance.

"He has." You lifted Forti and placed it on your back in a diagonal, the metal clinging to your armor.

The dwarves made their way back from the edge, as you stood alone, as Surtrs large figure came into view.

Surtr was both impressed and furious, you'd downed his number greatly in mere minutes.

As the ship he stood on grew near, he never stepped foot off of it. You stood firmly, your helmet revealing your face to him.

"I do hope you have thought your actions through." Surtr said staring down to you.

You stood firmly. Not faltering.

"You will no longer bring harm to the good people of Nidavellir. Nor the good souls of the other realms." You said firmly.

"Your optimism is misplaced." He said stone faced.

"Your reign of hurt is over." You said sternly, yielding your sword as flames once again captured the blade.

Surtrs Eyes faltered to the weapon, then to you.

"The nine realms, from this day, are under my protection." You said boldly. The dwarves listens admirably. Surtr listening resentfully.

You held your ground, and focused, as two exact duplicates of you stepped from your normal form, flanking you.

Surtr was wrong, you had grown to full strength.

You and your doubles stood, side by side, until their were so many of you that you blocked the entire entrance of the forge.

Your free hand flexing, am exact replica of Forti appearing in it, along with your duplicates.

In a swift motion, all the swords of your duplicates and you, created x's , blocking each gap between you, a bright blasting light of orange creating a ring around you.

"I condemn you to the depths of Muspelheim, where you wi spend your days alone, without word to the outside realms." Your voice boomed.

"I, flame goddess, cast you out!" You yelled as each duplicate extended a sword, a bright orange flame shooting from the tip to Surtr, and in an loud blast of fire, peace was restored.