The Light Elves were those of young deities of nature; and the most beautiful voices and story telling.
More beautiful than the Sun, the Light Elves were held in such a high stance.
And the young Princess Dahlia was no exception. Daughter of Freyj...
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No one knew that Loki had escaped until a few moments after the quinjet had taken off. With the containment system down, he was able to use his magic to project another copy of himself.
The anger and guilt he felt over Dahlia's death was strong; and he was easily pulled back under the control that he so reluctantly fought from.
He did not know that Dahlia was far from dead. She was actually doing better than expected after everything that had happened. She was resting in her quarters, sleeping deeply, while Natasha looked over her; watching and protecting her even in her sleep.
The Black Widow's heart was soft for the young Princess. She knew and understood the pain that Dahlia had been through the past few days, as her life and everything she knew seemed to crumble around her. And Dahlia had yet to know that Loki was gone. Natasha was scared to tell her.
Clint was worried about his adopted daughter, of course he was. But he had crimes to answer for, and Fury was meeting with the archer to go over every single detail.
It wasn't a few hours later, after Dahlia had woken and after she was told the devastated news of Loki escaping, that they figured out where he was heading.
Then the Avengers boarded a Quinjet and headed to the infamous New York City
