Little One

Chapter 22

Previously: "Aunt Hela! NO!" I shrieked as Thanos advanced and she tried to fend him off. My vision of her was cut off as Asgard came into view and became solid.

Pain shot through my body as my knees hit the ground. Someone rushed forward and pulled me up, running off.

"He isn't far behind."

My feet barely managed to hit the ground, and I was abruptly picked up bridal style.

"I need to get you to the palace where you're defensible." The man carrying me said.

I looked up and saw a man in a golden helmet. "Who're you?" I asked quietly.

"Heimdall, I am an old friend of your father's."

I nodded. "Are we almost there?"

"Yes, as is he." He rushed into - what I assumed to be - the palace.

A woman approached. "Heimdall?" She asked frantically.

"Thanos pursues Lokisdottir. The Avengers are defeated." He said, handing me to her.

"Well done, Heimdall. Inform Odin." He nodded and ran off.

A guard walked up.

"Get the shield up and gather the troops."

"Your majesty?"

"Now!"

He ran off, and she walked away with me.

"We are going to the healing room. It's the furthest in the palace and the strongest. We'll get guards." She assured.

"I don't know the people here," I said.

She smiled. "It's your grandmama. You must be out of it." She said, the aforementioned smile fading at the end. A door was opened and closed.

"Make sure she's alright."

I was laid down, and women crowded around me.

"Her body is out of sorts." One said as a golden field appeared around me. "It's as if her body is necrotising and rebuilding itself in seconds. And now it's out of sync. It's trying to rebuild before there's anything to repair."

I scrunched my face up. "Um... I was in hell and got yeeted up the Bifrost."

They looked at each other. "I think that would explain a few things."

"Am I gonna explode?" I asked.

"No. We just need to heal you. You'll be fine, halfling."

Grandmama cleared her throat, pointed to herself, then to me.

They seemed to get the memo and went to work silently.

I closed my eyes as they worked, opting to sleep at some point. I was tired, sore, and disoriented.
••••••••••••

When I awoke again, the palace shook.

I was somewhere cramped and dark, wrapped in someone's arms.

"Wha?"

The hand moved over my mouth.

I reached up to pull it off, but someone whispered, "Hush child. If you don't want to get us killed, I recommend silence."

Hair tumbled over my shoulder as the person - a woman - shifted closer. I jumped, and she held me still.

"Stop." She said quietly and fiercely.

I squeezed my eyes shut as dust showered me with another rattling of the palace.

I pushed myself back into the person to protect myself.