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"Dark elves..their back." You whispered to yourself pulling in the chains to try to get free. You had remembered them from only a few weeks ago, they killed Frigga, they say she was protecting a valuable and powerful substance or stone, they called it Aerher, the reality stone. They must of come back for the stone, trying to get it a second time.
"Go Thor, get the others." Odin ordered him as he drew out his sword.
"Father we need Loki, he knows the dark elves, he knows their ways more than we do- we need him." He begged, his own father, Odin growled angrily and nodded.
"Do whatever. Go!" He told him with a loud tone, Thor called for his hammer and as soon as it rested in his palms he ran off.
Odin paced out and left me in a bright room, chained apart.
"Wait! Help me!" You pleaded to him, pulling on the chains again.
But he ignored you and went off drawing his other sword.
"No..." you whispered and then you heard gunshots and screams from the public, you gritted your teeth and braces yourself as you pulled as hard as you could- it was no good.
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Moment went later and you stayed out in fear, you heard the echoes of gunfire and shouts of men and the roar of the engine from the ships outside.
You just hung loose, letting your tired body stay in silence as you hoped someone would come, you tried to heat up you hands but the metal layer was stopping it, Asgardian magic aye?
When you thought it couldn't get any worse a bomb shell from the Elves collided to the roof and broke down the ceiling, then suddenly the ceiling fell on top of you instantly breaking the chains apart but trapping you under the large mass of brick and marble. It collided on top of you and crushed you to the ground, it all happened to quickly you didn't have time to feel pain, and then it came slowly but painfully. The pain was excruciating, the worst thing you had ever felt in your life.
You cried out as it felt like your chest was being crushed and so were your ribs. "H-help!" You used the last bit on energy to scream at the top of your lungs, nobody came, you thought this was it, this is how you were going to die, as a monster...
Your oxygen was cutting off as the weight was too much to handle from you, you gritted you teeth together and held them tight as tears were pushed out of your eyes.
Your eyes drooped in and out as you tried to stay awake, you snapped your heavy head up as you heard light footsteps when you looked up it was three dark elves and they were aiming their guns at you, the masks they wore gave you shivers as they stared at you, just as they were all about to fire on you, a sword was stabbed through each of their backs, one at a time, when they dropped dead you saw that it was Loki.
He had got dressed in his armor, his hair looked neater, he looked much older from the New York battle, he had much less gold on his amour too. He panting heavily and he gripped onto his sword.
