The Old Gods | Book 2

Twenty: Brothers

The wind whipped her hair viciously and nipped at her face. The rain pelted her cheeks like tiny stones and the cold wind of the storm bit her cheeks. The bodies of Thor and Loki disappeared beneath her into the storm and dark and she lost sight of them. She shouted for Thor, shouted his name, but thunder cracked across the sky. She cursed him instead.

She broke through the clouds and below her were mountains and trees rapidly coming at her. Closer and closer they grew. Her heart leaped into her throat. She didn't expect to see the ground so quickly. She turned her body upwards and brought her arms forward bringing all of her magic forward. An explosion of silver seidr erupted around her body and it felt like her fall was slowed down.

Sigyn was still falling quickly. She guided herself towards the closest mountain ground and let herself drop the rest of the way. She braced herself, landed hard, and rolled to her hands and knees. Stumbling on her dramatic fall the goddess fell forward and landed in hard snow smacking her nose.

"Ow!" she cried, rubbing her now sore face.

The adrenaline of her quick fall from the sky wore off very quickly. She brought herself to her knees and looked around. She was on a mountain somewhere on Midgard. She got to her feet. The storm continued to rage on in the sky above. No sign of Thor or Loki. She cursed him again.

LOGYN

Somewhere in the European mountains.

Descending from the sky above very quickly. Thor hurls his brother aggressively into the mountainside. The earth below rumbled painfully with the hard impact. Loki smirked. Thor gripped the front of Loki's collar and raised his hammer above his head ready to strike him down. His nose scrunched up and his lips snarled angrily.

He wanted to strike him down. To hit his brother as hard as he can.

Thor looked into his brother's eyes and couldn't bring himself to do it. Dead. He was dead all this time. Is this really his brother he is looking at or sick twisted joke after all this time. Well, it wasn't funny. He decided.

Thor snarled. "Where is the Tesseract." he isn't here to play games. He watched everything his brother did with Heimdall the moment he could be seen again. Even the all-watcher of the realms was baffled by how he did not see Loki until now. The question is; why? How?

Loki laughed at this. "Oh, I've missed you too." he said.

Thor gripped his clothes tighter. His fist curling around his hammer. "Do I look to be in a gaming mood!?" he shouted at his brother.

"Oh, you should thank me!" Loki grabbed his brother and shoved him off. "With the Bifrost gone how much dark energy did the All-Father have to muster to conjure you here? Your precious Earth."

Thor lowered his arm holding Mjolnir. He let his fist open and the hammer drop to the ground. It rattled the mountainside. Thor lunged forward and in an instant, Loki tried to defend himself knowing just how angry he had made everyone. Thor balled the front of Loki's coat and brought him close. He wanted nothing more than to hit him, to hurl him across the land or through the mountain beside them.

But,

"I thought you dead." Thor cried.

Loki looked at his brother. "Did you mourn?"

"We all did." his brother answered. "Our father..."

"Your father." corrected Loki, a finger pointed at Thor. This silenced the god of thunder and the raging storm above seemed to slowly stop. Loki pushed his brother away again. "He did tell you of my true parentage." Loki tugged at his chains, turning to step away. "did he not?"