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LIV WAS FREAKING OUT.
She would even go as far as to say she was scared.
And Liv wasn't the type of person to admit that kind of thing lightly. She took honor and dignity very personally, and she did not like anything compromising those things. But there's also a point when not being scared is just plain stupid - and this would be one of those times.
Because it wasn't every day that Liv sees a ship of Jotun soldiers land in a deserted plane of her home country.
At first, she wasn't even sure what to do. She was certain they had seen her - she wasn't really hiding in the middle of the forest she lived in.
It was supposed to be empty. The only time people came near it was if they were lost or...
If it was Thor.
Speaking of Thor, that's where Liv was heading. To the Palace. To warn him.
The branches of the trees were reaching for her, brushing against her clothes; but she was too quick for them to grasp. The ground was wet from the most recent rainfall, and the mud slushed around under her feet, coating her shoes in a dark layer of dirt. It'd be impossible to get out, she knew it - but shoes were possibly the last thing on her mind.
Finally, Liv broke through the forest, nearly tumbling into the Einherjar field.
She paused for a moment, to catch her breath.
For Asgard.
She started running again.
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EVA WAS STRONG.
She was. She always knew she was strong, too. She had been the best as everything at school on the earth - she was the best at every sport. She never got tired, just bored. And while part of that was the goddess/Jotun thing, Eva knew she was strong.
But this, this fighting, it was becoming too much.
Eva wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
The Blakkr was distracted by Loki, and Eva was spending her third straight hour in that stupid forest, running, running, running, and looking for that stupid river or lake or something that Loki had hinted to.
Part of Eva was like - maybe it really was a proverb. It sounded like something her grandmother used to make her read to practice literacy when she was a child. She could remember sitting under that large, tree near the Valkriye land. She could remember the books there, the words. She could remember her mother.
But this place, this forest - it wasn't home. It wasn't where she learned to read. There wasn't that tree she liked. Her mother wasn't here.
