Cuylers POV
I looked at the screen in the corner of the diner, watching as the camera panned over the damage done to the street corner, stopping at the words burnt into the cobblestone ground. Shaking my head slightly I stood and began to put on my green jacket, throwing the tip on the table. Heading towards the door, I slid my glasses up my nose, I whispered to myself
"What have you done now my dear sister?"
Dodging the cars that zoomed past, I quickly ducked out of sight and into a dark alleyway, as I waved my hand through the air a swirling green portal opened showing the the cobblestone street that the horror had taken place, stepping through I saw the officials trying to calm the crowds that have massed. A tall blonde a man, a red headed woman and and a shorter sandy blonde man, I recognised as Avengers, walked around the burnt remnants of the shop. I observed as they spoke into their ears and to each other, slowly I approached them crouching in front of the skeleton sprawled across the ground.
"If you're trying to find her you won't" I called out to the getting their attention
"What do you mean?" The tall man asked. I stood and walked closer to them
"She's smarter than that, surely Thor told you? You won't find her unless she wants to be found" I state as though it's common knowledge
"Sorry who are you?" The shorter man countered, I simply looked over the rim of my glasses looking down at him
"I am known as Culler. Of corse my name is actually Cuyler." They looked at me even more confused I shook my head a chuckled to myself at their obliviousness
"Of course you don't know who I, I mean you've only just found out about Ylva. My name full name is Cuyler Lokison. And I am the son of Loki brother of Ylva and frankly at the current moment your only hope." They looked at me before looking at each other. They stayed like this for quite sometime as though they were having a silent conversation before finally the former Russian spy spoke up stepping forward with a cautious look on her face, and a worried tone as she spoke
"I think you should come with us back to the base so we can... discuss your sister". I nodded understanding that I'd probably be under high surveillance. She gestured towards their aircraft waiting for me to move, as I started to walk towards it I felt a presence by my side and quickly identified it as Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, he forcefully shoved me forwards, glaring at me with what could only be discribed as hatered, watching as I boarded and found a seat for myself.~~
Ylva's POV
I gently ran my hand through the running water of the river I sat by, closing my eyes memories from years ago started to fill my mind.~Flashback~
"C'mon Cuyler" my ten year old self dragged a small boy by his wrist "Father wants to show us something" we started making our way up a luscious green hill. Cuyler trying to pull away
"I don't want to" he said suddenly dropping to the ground, tears beginning to roll down his pink cheeks, I rolled my eyes and crouched in front of him
"And why is that?" I asked with a clenched jaw. He avoided my eyes, pulling his knees up to his chest
"Uncle Thor told me stay away from Father and you..." he said barely audible. I could tell he was frightened of me and I knew I should've cared for him but at that very moment I was furious, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him towards a near by stream all while he was kicking and screaming for me to stop
"Now why did he say that? Hmm. Did you tell him something?" I screamed at him, throwing him into the stream
"H-he said you were dangerous" he began to whimper and tried to run out of the water but I jumped down into the stream and caught him before he had made any ground. Tears poured down his face and his sobs ran loud, I needed to silence him or attention would be drawn towards the area so I did the first thing that came into my head and shoved his head under the water. His body began thrashing around but I held steady, I had been holding him under for what felt like two minutes but had only been about half a minute when I heard shouting and hooves against grass.I cursed under my breath, still furious with my do-gooder brother and that damned uncle of mine, I felt strong arms grab me from behind me so I tightened my grip on Cuylers head and held it there until I felt myself lifted from the stream. I began to kick and punch at the intruder before realising who it was. Thor.
"I'LL KILL YOU" I screamed at him still violently thrashing at him, I pulled the dagger my father had given me from it sheath and stabbed him multiple times in the back, he dropped me curling over in shock and slight pain. I took this as an opportunity to finish Cuyler I started to sprint towards him and the royal guard that was assisting him, I threw my dagger into the throat of the guard making him fall to the ground his body going limp
"I'll kill you!! How dare you disrespect father!!" I reached my hands out going for his neck when suddenly the ground started shaking and I could hear hooves again I quickly grabbed him and backed away from the hill where all father appeared perched high upon his mighty stead
"Enough of this, child" he called out to me. I scoffed and produced yet knife and held it to his neck
"the weak deserve to die" I sneered back at him, Thor began to advance on me but simply applied some more pressure to Cuylers throat and that quickly stopped his advancements "Ylva please my dear" Frigga approached the front of the group, a disappointed look in her eyes
"let your brother go please" she pleaded.
My voice caught in my throat, I had been taught never to disappoint Nana Frigga. I dropped Cuyler and he scramble towards Thor "Secure her" Odin boomed out I stood silently as my hands were bound, I was dragged to the top of the hill, Frigga insisted I rode with her but she was denied, so I rode with a guard while Cuyler rode with Odin , constantly being checked on.
~End Flashback

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