The warcraft flew silently and unseen in the dark of night over Europe; its destination; Germany. And quickly approaching. They were monitoring Loki's movements trying to keep track of the 'dead' trickster. When there is a commotion on the deck. Warning signals began to scream and wail. People are alerted and into defense mode.
"What the hell is going on!" Nick Fury jumps up.
"Sir, we have an unknown anomaly approaching us."
"From where!?"
"Above us, sir."
"What the hell!? Is it of Earth? No one should know we are here!"
"No, sir!" the person replied. "It's a UFO."
Angry, Nick Fury marched his way down the bridge and up to the large window panned front and tried to peer out into the darkness around them. A large object appeared beside their warship from the darkness. It looked alien, but its features are familiar. The same patterns are found on Earth. The ship was oddly shaped as if a giant boat had been picked out of the ocean and given wings.
The humans began to try and communicate with the ship, sending desperate signals. Nick Fury turned around and roared, "Quiet!" the entire Bridge fell silent.
From the hum, there is a soft whisper. "What is that? Isolate it."
"On it, sir!"
The whisper turned to static before a voice came through and said, "I am the commander of the fifth squadron of the Vanir Fleet of Vanaheim. This is a royal vessel, do not fire." the male voice said. "We wish to embark her royal majesty Princess Sigyn of Vanaheim."
Permission was ensued and a smaller anomaly broke away from the large vessel following the direction to a hanger directly below the helicarrier. The small skiff rose into the hanger and gently landed once the hanger doors are closed.
Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Agent Coulson are all already rushing down. Nick Fury cursing the entire time. They finally make it down to the hanger, everyone just as eager and skeptical to meet this infamous princess.
Standing in the bay is a woman with white hair and dressed with fine leather and golden armour. Her hair is done up in a Nordic war braids. Agent Coulson is happy to see the woman and waves at her. She is surrounded by warriors all adorning shining silver armour bearing vines in the breastplate and pointed helmets with shields and spears. They didn't stand to attack, they stood respectably around their crown princess.
"About god damn time!" caused Nick Fury.
The woman turned her head, smiling. "We have many things to talk about Nick Fury." she sounded... angry.
"The last time I saw you were you whisked away to be crowned heir of Vanaheim." replied Nick Fury. "How did that go for you."
"Very happily, but nonetheless, duty is duty."
"So you are next in line now?" laughed Nick Fury, when a Vanir warrior turned and said,
"You will address my lady, as so. Her majesty, Lady Sigyn, Princess Sigyn..."
Sigyn held up a hand to stop him. "I thank you kindly, but you may all leave now." they all looked at her. She demanded again. "Return home to Vanaheim at once. I have everything covered here." The Vanir warriors bowed and all marched onto the small skiff.
Sigyn approached the platform. She looked at the three unfamiliar faces. Eyes turning to Nick Fury. "Are you going to introduce me to your friends?"
"Lady Sigyn, Princess of Vanaheim. Natasha Romanoff. A very skilled and deadly agent" Nick Fury gestured to the red-headed woman.
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The Old Gods | Book 2
FanfictionThe realms are changing. Times are changing. The gods have been around for a very long time and they have been watching. Waiting. There are the gods of Asgard and Vanaheim and for a very long time the humans on Midgard have thought them gone. Until...
