Broken Remedy |L. Odinson|

Chapter Ten

The city of Asgard was silent. There were no people on the streets, no sounds of talking. It seemed like the whole city was dead, but in reality, things were slightly different.

The city was asleep. They all took some much needed rest before they started with their day, sleeping knowing that they were safe under the watchful eyes of the guardian of the Bifrost.

It was dark around, too early for anyone to be moving. But still, slowly and gradually, the streets of Asgard got alive, going with the flow of the residents that all headed to once specific location; the edge of the borders, the Bifrost.

Most of the Asgardians were dressed in shining armour that was rather heavy and noisy, as with each step they cluttered. The soldiers were somber and so was the crowd that was following after them. They were civilians, a crowd of women and children, mothers, wives, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, even friends. Their men were going to war against the dwarves. They were there to show them their support.

The endless crowd of people moved closer to the Bifrost like the waves of a shallow sea, itching to reach more of the sand with each try. In front of the crowd and the soldiers was the King himself, his two sons on either side of him. The Queen was riding a white horse beside them, her expression unreadable as she stared straight ahead. And just behind the King, were his most loyal advisors and soldiers. Eir's father marched just behind Thor on the back of his faithful horse.

Cuyler and Brandt were walking beside the soldiers but not quite mingling with them. They weren't soldiers yet. They were still civilians and had joined the soldiers to say their farewell. Some ways behind them, Eir and her mother Ingrid walked, both of them looking in the distance, their heads held high. While Ingrid was looking in the distance, Eir would glance at her father or Loki from time to time.

When they finally reached the Bifrost, the guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall, was waiting for them, examining each and every one of them as they came to a stop in the middle of the golden dome. As Odin unmounted his horse and sought to speak with him, Brynjar led his own horse over to his family, a smile forming on his lips as he watched them all.

"I'll be back before you realise I've been gone."

"We didn't doubt it for a second, father," Cuyler said with a smile that was filled with pride. "We'll take care of the family for you while you fight for the good of our land."

"It pleases me to hear that," he smiled at his sons before he turned to Eir and Ingrid. Eir bowed her head in an submissive manner while her mother walked forward, closer to her husband. They exchanged some words she had no interest in listening and after that, Brynjar made his way back to his position, leaving them alone.

As soon as he was gone, Cuyler and Brandt headed over to their friends, and she could just hear them complain about how they should have been with them to fight. Her mother, having nothing better to do it seemed, headed over to the Queen and they started talking. Knowing that all members of her family were occupied in a way, she dared steal a look at Loki's direction. As she looked at him, she realised he had already been looking her way.

Eir braved a glance around her and after making sure nobody was paying attention to her, she slipped over to the soldiers, right past Thor, his friends and her brothers without them realising she had even headed their way and stopped beside Loki, standing behind his horse in a manner that wouldn't allow the others to see her. Finally, she looked up at Loki. He was watching her with an unreadable expression, the helmet he had worn hiding part of his hair and face. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it at once. She tried once again only to fail. With a sigh, she shook her head as she looked at the ground.

"Whatever you want to tell me make sure it's quick, I don't have all the time in the world."

Her eyebrows furrowed and as she looked up at him, Loki was quite surprised to see the expression that had morphed on her face, one that resembled an expression of pain a great deal but also reminded him of worry. Her bottom lip trembled, and he had the sudden urge to try to comfort her in some way.