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                            Mad's amused grin stretched slightly at the reactions of the two before him as he switched from Mac to Maci. Maci swung Mac's cane up, and the walking stick metamorphosed into a parasol with rabbit-skull print and black handle. "Do you truly startle so easily, poor Ryon? We thought you a warrior, not a mere babe," she mocked. The girl on the other side of the table mentioned that the display might awaken the young man's uncle. She looked at the bundle in Ryon's arms and giggled. "The king looks pale as death. Would that not be grand? Such chaos that would ensue!" she chimed. "Welcome, darling Chess."

                            Chess nodded back at the tall, muscle-bound man, though purely out of hesitant politeness. As with all men, especially those bigger than him - which was pretty much all of them - he immediately distrusted Ryon. When he looked to the girl, he smiled. "Hi," he greeted shyly. He floated up and disappeared, flying over Ryon's and Suzumie's heads just as a woman in armor took his previously held spot. He remained invisible as she spoke, wondering who she was. She was pretty, but seemed pretty fierce. Not that Chester was scared or anything. He floated by Mad's shoulder, on the opposite side of the parasol, and only came visible again after the woman's mildly threatening statement towards Maci. "Aw, Maci didn't mean anything by it, lady. She was just greeting them. Maci's harmless," he replied for the hattress with as innocent an expression as he could muster.

                            Maci grinned, not even trying to express innocence. "It is true, young lady. In fact, we thought it only polite to escort them. It seems they are headed to the rebel base," she stated. She raised her parasol straight up and floated above the lot in Mary Poppins fashion, Chester following just behind, and landed with her back toward them, facing the direction of the base. "Let us make haste. We are sure the mortals would just adore their present."

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“Worry about yourself, Fenrir, God of wolves.” Fray said as he stepped out from behind a pile of rubble. He was in his normal form and as such didn‘t look very imposing at all. Then he frowned as he realized he had yet to introduce himself. “Where are my manners. I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fray Hulkson. I’m the Aesir God of Mass Destruction.” And then Fray bowed formally toward the oversized wolf before he drew his twin swords as he straightened again. Then he slammed his swords together and they merged into one larger sword. A sword that looked like it was meant for someone at least twice fray’s size. Then there was a familiar popping and cracking as bones enlarged and muscles bulked up. Fray grew to his transformed state in a mere moment. “Before we do battle I think it only fair to warn you, If you intend to fight me with that inferior form, I WILL kill you.” There was no pride in his voice, only a finality that could be mistaken for only for the intent to kill.





“…Just keep in mind you can’t fool my intuition, And I’m coming in for the kill.

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*~ Alvaro Lokison ~*

"Every Villain is a Hero in his own mind."

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                                            this is my real life
                                            I'm half asleep and I am wide-awake
                                            This habit is always so hard to break
                                            I don't want to be the bad guy...


                                            Even if Jormungandr’s statement about the Chitauri Commander was true, the creature had always seemed to harbor hatred for Alvaro. “I killed one of his Chitauri once.” For as long as the young prince could remember, that creature had never shown him an ounce of kindness. That hatred had seemed to only to intensify a few years ago, when Alvaro had killed one of The Other’s Chitauri soldiers at a slave camp. Still, that had only been one thing he had done against the Chitauri Commander. Aside from that, there was no reason, known to Alvaro, why The Other hated him with such passion. Though, The Other had always shown his sister kindness, which Alvaro hadn’t thought the being capable of.

                                            After a short pause Jormungandr apologized and it did sound sincere enough. Alvaro remained silent now as his older half brother spoke, explaining the reasoning behind the assumptions. He could hear the bitterness attach itself onto Jormungandr’s last words. Alvaro knew it was true that his father didn’t speak much on the matter on his love life. When they did speak to one another it was a subject Loki actively avoided. It had been like pulling teeth to get him to speak about his traitorous mother, when Alvaro had confronted him about it. He could only imagine what it would take for Loki to speak about a lover that had died…

                                            Aesir. Alvaro had to think for a moment to remember what that word was referring to: The people of Asgard. Perhaps they really are as bad as his father painted them to be? They denied his father the Throne, imprisoned his older siblings as well as killed his older siblings mother. Yeah, this was not painting a very good picture of Asgardians for the young god. Alvaro didn’t have any personal experience with any Aesir, but from what he was hearing Midgard’s Prince didn’t wish to encounter any Aesir. It was just as well that Alvaro was staying away from the lowest level of the Tower, since there were quite a few Aesir there right now. And that was not something Alvaro wanted to get in the middle of anyways. He had other troubles that needed his attention at the moment.

                                            Alvaro considered ranting a bit more, but he held his tongue. Even if Jormungandr was his older half-brother and appeared to be sincere, Alvaro knew that he couldn’t yet trust him with everything that he knew. His half brother had yet to prove himself worthy of such trust and so, Alvaro didn’t object when Jormungandr decided that it would be best to leave him alone. “Perhaps you are right to leave me.” Alvaro snapped slightly as Jormungandr left the room. Now he sat there in the bedroom alone with just his thoughts to keep him company. His hands still tightly clutched the edges of his bed as his anger still looked for an outlet. He could go after Damon, who appeared to be avoiding him this morning. It was already longer than his guard would usually leave him alone and growing longer still.

                                            The young god just didn’t know what he’d done to warrant his lover to avoid him. He had to have done something wrong; otherwise Damon would have told him his reason for being away from his side. No one else knew of their more intimate relationship, so Alvaro was left with only himself to be responsible for Damon suddenly avoiding him. Though, his lover suddenly avoiding him wasn’t the only issue that was stressing him out: The rebels had found his mother. It would be his head if his father found out he’d had contact and dealings with some rebels recently. And not to mention Damon would be in trouble as well since it was his rebel relatives Alvaro had met with. And then there was this meeting with the rebels he would attend at some point because his mother would be with them.

                                            The secrets he had to keep just kept piling up and Alvaro wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle the stress of them all. Though, not just his life hung in the balance if the secrets were discovered. Damon’s life could also be threatened if the secrets were exposed and that was something Alvaro couldn’t and wouldn’t allow. Damon was his and none save him would ever be allowed to take the life of someone who belonged to him. Like the Chitauri that had almost taken Damon from him just yesterday, they would eventually pay for doing such a thing. However, Alvaro couldn’t do anything without incurring The Other’s wrath, which wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Still, Alvaro vowed to find a way to punish the Chitauri for almost killing what belonged to him.

                                            Sighing Alvaro stood, deciding not to stay in his chambers any longer. He needed an outlet for his anger right now and he’d rather not take it out on poor Enya if she came back anytime soon. That would only result likely in her having a tantrum and possibly destroying some of his chambers. Though, the damage could easily be fixed with magic, Alvaro would rather he didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing so. Damon would be a better choice for taking his anger out on, except that his body-guard appeared to be avoiding him and Alvaro couldn’t know when his lover would come to see him. Then it occurred to him to go up to the roof. Hardly anyone spent time up there and the young Prince only normally went up there to star gaze at either sunset or before dawn. So it wouldn’t be a place anyone would think to look for him… well Damon might, but that would only be because his guard knew him so well.

                                            With out further deliberation Alvaro began to concentrate. Slowly the walls around him began to go in and out of focus. Eventually, the walls and ceiling of the bedroom vanished being replaced with wide open space and the floor beneath his feet was replaced with the concrete roof of his Tower home. Alvaro knew he could have taken the Tower’s elevator, but using magic to get here was just easier than having to wait for the elevator to open its doors and then wait for it to deliver him up to the roof. The sun was bright and the sky was clear of clouds today, though there was a little breeze to mess his hair this high up above the street. Below his feet was the ninety sixth floor of this building, which had rooms that the young prince had never, and likely never would, have reason to step into.

                                            Now that he was alone Alvaro decided to take out his anger by channeling it into practicing with his Bō Staff. It was a more productive way of working through the anger and stress and besides, Alvaro had actually practiced in a while. His Bōjutsu was likely a little rusty as a result of that lack of practice. He usually practiced with Damon though this time he would simply practice against illusions of himself. That was one of his specialties of course and had always served him well in a fight… unless he was fighting Damon. His lover could pick him out of a sea of his illusions, which was both annoying and amazing. Alvaro summoned his Bō Staff to him before surrounding himself with three armed illusions of himself and his practice session started…


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Superstar, where you from? How's it going?
I know you got a clue what you’re doing

You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here
But I know what you are, what you are, baby


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Pietro II kept himself as he could as Keira was being all clingy to her human boyfriend. ”You are lucky I love my fiance more than I am mad at you Keira.” He told his sister giving her an annoyed look.

Leaving Keira with Dante Pietro II phased through the floor going all the way to the kitchen. ”Morning dad.” He said. Spotting Grace he walked over to her. ”Grace listen to me I need to talk to you.” He told her seeing how upset she was and wanted to fix it. She might actually like why he was wearing this suit.

Going over to her he ignored his sister coming into the kitchen introducing her boyfriend to their dad. ”I like to point out I am the only Maximoff who stayed with a brotherhood member.” he told his dad after the nice introduction his sister did. Holding Grace’s hand he lead her to the other room. ”I think you need to just hear me out. I mean I see you mad about what I am wearing but there is a reason. You think that me and Killian only ever fought but not always. If we saw each other at the Hell Fire Club we had drinking competitions and actually got along. Id you want we can stop by and the bartender can give you the picture. ” He was wearing the suit he had right now on in the picture. Him and killian did not like this picture but if he was here he would agree with Pietro II and want Grace to have the picture.



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By the time Jormungandr reached the ground floor, he scarcely had the time to make out exactly what met him there. The Aesir intruders from the previous day, including the cursed Vanir woman herself, were still very much present, but it was another presence that immediately caught his attention; a large creature, whatever manner of creature it was, he couldn't say... and standing across from it in equal fury, his elder brother, Fenrir.

The floor and surrounding walls shook with Jormungandr's awakening power as he surged forward to rush to his brother's side, but a hand quickly stopped him, grasping his shoulder tightly and pulling him back. The floor still trembled slightly even as he was made to stop, small fissures snaking their way a short distance across the tile originating from where the serpent god stood. “Stay your ground” he heard his father's voice give the order; no, not father- he noted with some manner of puzzlement. He still recognized the Chitauri commander's presence, as well as the absence of his father's. “What is this-” he started to ask, quickly drawing back from The Other, before his question was silenced by a deafening roar. Whatever this beast was that Fenrir currently stood at odds with, it was not to be underestimated. Jormungandr could sense its power, the sheer amount of it; and that was not all he could sense.

“Who are they?” he finally spoke again, turning, though warily, to the Chitauri commander. “Yet another Asgardian, it would seem; the beast, however, appears to be a mystery” he answered simply; not entirely a mystery, as it seemed quite familiar with the serpent god's sister. “The beast that is at current, wielding my sister's power as if it were its own...” Jormungandr stated, brewing anger evident in his voice. The fact that he could sense Hel's power at such close range when she herself was nowhere in the room, did nothing at all to ease his mind. “So you sense that, do you?” ”I sense all magic; yours is no exception, creature” he quickly retorted; he had yet to know why the Chitauri commander now hid behind the guise of his father, but while he had no cause to concern over it yet, Jormungandr made no effort to conceal his dislike of the situation.

“-You're insinuating I would harm the woman I love. The queen I am sworn to serve with my eternal and truly immortal life,” he overheard the beast's words, then; what was this creature? A subject of Nifilheim, it would seem, from the way it spoke of Hel... “Protecting her? All you've done is imprison Hel again!” Fenrir's angered voice could be heard over that of the other creature's. “I've heard enough of this,” Jormungandr spoke to The Other again, stepping forward again; “move aside.” He was only stopped again by a hand firmly grasping his arm. “Not yet” The Other quickly explained; “Hel is unharmed; this creature has so far claimed only to be her ally. Such an ally could be of benefit.” Jormungandr knew he should have fought the Chitauri commander on that theory, there. He should have gone to the aid of his siblings. Instead he found himself hesitating, heeding the being's words.

A creature with the ability to wield such power, if such a creature were to ever stand with them against Asgard... ”You are certain of this?” Clearly The Other was more so than he was; still, Jormungandr silently heeded his order to stand down, though ready to go back on those orders the moment he feared either of his siblings were in real danger.

"-if you intend to fight me in that inferior form, I WILL kill you" he scarcely caught the other Aesir speaking, visibly bristling with anger at the cur's threat. Without a word Jormungandr prepared his own magic. Far beneath the Tower, too slight to be felt by the others on the surface, the ground churned with the threat of tearing itself apart and burying the creatures that threatened his siblings at a moment's notice...




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What can they do, but burn?"

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                                                Grace nodded hearing Pietro Sr.’s return greeting, though she stared down solemnly at the apple in her hand. She could fee her mouth watering at the sight of the apple and knew that she should eat it, that she needed to eat something. She hadn’t eaten anything since watching one of her best friend’s death yesterday, but eating when Killian would never again enjoy the simple taste of a crisp apple just didn’t seem right to her. If only the Pirate had waited until his wounds had healed completely, then he would still be here with her, but then again Killian could never resist a good fight, especially if it promised to be a painful one. There had been other factors involved in Killian’s decision to go into battle yesterday, other people she could blame, but Grace still only blamed herself. Maybe if she had gotten to Killian earlier then she could have saved him, could have done something to keep him from being taken away from her.

                                                Slowly, she placed the apple back down into the fruit bowl and her hand fell away and back to her side. She had been completely oblivious to Keira and Austin coming into the room and hadn’t heard a word of the conversation that had gone on. Grace had been so lost in her sorrowful thoughts that her mind had blocked it all out. As Pietro Sr. left the room, no doubt to see Magneto, Grace finally realized that the two of them had come into the room as well. Her boyfriend entered the room shortly saying that he needed to speak with her, though he did tease Keira a little. Though his attention was back on her shortly thereafter and Pietro held her hand. Grace held her fiancé’s hand tightly as if he was the only thing keeping her sanity from shattering. She followed without objections as Pietro led her into another room so that they could talk privately.

                                                Grace listened quietly to Pietro’s explanation of why he was wearing his Hellfire Club suit. Killian had never mentioned to her about the drinking competitions, but then again Grace would have yelled at both of them if she had found out while Killian was still alive. She was always on Killian’s case about cutting down on his drinking. She had eventually planned to help him quit altogether. Finally, Grace smiled a small smile after being silent for a little bit. She would have never known both of her best friends had ever gotten along if Pietro hadn’t told her, and she never thought they would ever get along with one another. Hearing this was a nice surprise on such a sorrowful morning, “Later, I would like very much to see that picture.” Grace said softly, though she still didn’t like her fiancé’s current suit very much. She at least now understood how wearing his Hellfire Club suit would honor their fallen comrade in arms.


                                                {She's wearing: Funeral clothes.}...{She's with: Pietro, Pietro II, Kiera & Austin ⇒ Pietro II}...{Her location: New Asgard, Tower, kitchen ⇒ other room}

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                                        Clint only half listened to what Ragnarok had to say as most of his attention was on Avalon and what she was doing with her bed sheets, was she nervous to tell him why she was late for class? He waited patiently for her to talk, to tell him what he could guess at. It wasn’t hard to guess that Nick would be involved somehow, nor would her bow be surprising either! He watched her face knowing that she hated to lie to him so hopefully she would tell him the truth. He wanted the whole truth and what she was telling him was only part of it… he could tell! “Why did you lose track of time?” he asked her trying to wiggle the full story out of her. He could understand an honest mistake but she had to own up to it…! He wasn’t thrilled that she had went to practice outside in the forest however she did manage to kill an enemy whether she remembered it or not. He was proud of her for that but not happy about her sneaking out without either him or her mother!

                                        “Avalon I don’t want you leaving the base without either your mother and I or any other Avenger understand sweetie? Its too dangerous for a chick like you to wander far from here!” Clint said putting on his protective papa voice before groaning in pain as he pulled at his stitches in order to sit up in the bed. How could he tell her of the invasion? Yes he had heard her question despite the crappiness of the hearing aid. Starks was so much better!

                                        Clint didn’t even notice when his wife had joined them within the room until she spoke to Avalon promising that both he and herself would tell her later. Great she roped him into explaining what had happened! The small smile across Natasha's lips made her glow with beauty! Plus he knew why… their daughter wasn’t brain damaged which is always a good thing though he’d still love her even if she had been. Though he was instantly jealous when Avalon got a kiss to her forehead. “Hey wheres my kiss?” he whined loudly folding his arms as best as he could pouting a lot though he’d deny that he was.

                                        “yes thank you for watching over our baby chick…” he said to Ragnarok, he looked the man over finally deciding that he was ok with him. He was truly nothing like Loki just as he said that he wasn’t. Though he knew that his wife still didn’t really like the man. Understandable but they had to look beyond Loki to see this man for who he is on his own. Though he felt Natasha eyes on him very soon after he spoke, “I’m glad too though I’d be better with a kiss from my loving wife!” he said still trying to get a kiss from Natasha. Just one was all he wanted something to make him smile while he was out of commision. Out of the two of them Natasha was the better fighter, the better spy. Though he knew that she trusted him and he aimed to never let her down!

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                          Damon had not stopped thinking about what Maya had said. Apparently they had to hide something from Enya that would make things bad in the future but was there a way to change it? Alvaro was so hard headed once he was set in his ways it was impossible to say other wise. Over the years Damon learned to just put his hands up in defeat and surrender to his prince. Now he really would have to stand his ground and not give Alvaro his way and make sure things went smoothly so the bad things Maya lived through would be changed for the better.

                          ”Sebastian and Livius those are interesting names. Hopefully you can tell me something about them well you know not to much but enough to know about them. You are by best friends daughter I want to make sure that you are not hanging around a bad crowd. Well you are with a time traveling trouble maker so I guess the crowd isn’t that good.” Teasing Dante like he would tease Pietro II. Trying to keep smiling at her to let her know that things were going to be alright. Maybe talking about her friends would calm her down, talking about stars and other things Alvaro always worked for him so why wouldn’t it work on his daughter.

                          Maya might have almost said Grandma but Damon’s ears did not catch it because he was thinking of an idea. A smile spread across his lips so he was smiling ear to ear. ”I was feeling uncomfortable about sending you to the brotherhood floors alone but I got an idea.” Holding Maya’s hand he walked with her out of the kitchen.


                          Going to Alvaro’s room Damon knocked on the door but there was no answer. Opening the door he saw that Alvaro was gone. ”This way.” He said yet again taking Maya some place. Going up stairs Damon lead Maya to the roof and onto the area that used to be used as a landing pad. Using his hex magic all the magical clones went away. ”Alvaro this is Maya Maximoff. It has been hard for us to watch Enya as is so I thought maybe we could have her watch her as well like a nanny. She can tell us how Enya is and if we can do anything to make her happier. You know things like that.” Giving Maya a little hidden wink when Alvaro wasn’t looking. This was her father so she would know how hard headed he could be and might see where Damon was going with this. And he was doing it so that Maya might relax a little being around her father.






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Freyja Njordrdottir
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Gersemi Odrdottir
Daughter of Od and Freyja - Future Queen of the Valkyrie - Asgardian Alchemist

Sigyn Forsetidottir
Mother of Vali and Nari - Goddess of Compassion and Order - Victorious

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Daughter of Freyja and Od - Heiress of Folkvangr - Matchmaking Volva








Sigyn flinched. The beast had heard her whispered plans and, worse, denied that her illusions would work on him. She bit her bottom lip in thought and frustration. Her powers did not go far beyond illusions, and her healing properties would only be useful in the event that one of her allies were harmed, which was something she desperately wanted to avoid. She supposed she could use it against any of their other enemies, should a battle commence, but she had hoped to protect her sons from what appeared to be the greatest threat in the vicinity. Her brows knit, as she was out of practice with properly hiding her worry.

Along with her sons, Sigyn noticed the smoke cloud, out of which came a man, who spoke with ire to the dragon, wishing to find Hel. Fenrir, whom she met the previous day. Yet another to worry about.

Freyja did not take kindly to Fenrir's insult, but said nothing. There was no point in bringing attention to herself, when the dragon and the wolf might well end up eliminate each other, Hel with them. That would be the greatest outcome to come of this situation.

And yet it seemed she would not see this result come to fruition, for another being, and Aesir, made himself known. Fray Hulkson. Where had she heard that name before? His weapon gave her a clear hint. "Young warrior, would you happen to be a pupil to my pupil, Sif Aridottir?" she asked. Before she received a response, however, the Aesir man's muscle and bone snapped and cracked, changing him into a bigger being similar to that of the Hulk, of whom she had heard stories. "Perhaps I am mistaken. I am certain she had never mentioned anyone such as you before," she recanted.

In a low tone, Gersemi murmered to Freyja, "Mother, perhaps if Hulkson and Loki's wolf son battle, the three of us could attack the dragon, and Sigyn and her sons could take on the Loki imposter and the Midgard Serpent." Freyja looked to the younger of her twin daughters. "But what of the Chitauri. Have you forgotten them?" she whispered. "Our sisters, the Valkyrie. They could--" "You would risk your sisters before you are certain of threat or triumph?" At this, Gersemi remained silent.

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“Born of memories and tears, in place where unworthy souls come to sleep.”
“Created from joys and fears, created of a sorrow so unbelievably deep.”
“Forged in fires of ice and death, crafted of a soul’s hastened breath.”
“Possessed of strength forged in life’s end, there is no death for me around the bend.”


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“Born of the might of those in deaths embrace, created a soul in this wretched place.”
“Please realize your plight, please do not start this fight.”
“This isn’t about might, it’s about wrong and right.”
“Be on your way, please realize your plight.”
“You will not survive this day, you will not see through this night.”




Within Erik’s mind, Erik Looked saddened as Hel spoke and jumped to all the wrong conclusions. “I Never thought you were naïve. Never.”

Then the mindscape around them began to quake more violently. On the outside in the world, Erik’s dragon form’s armor spider cracked and then shattered before disappearing into nothingness. His form began to twist and change once more. His form purified itself of the weaponry and armor and such it had gained from Hel, and then the body began to decay. Soon the twin headed dragon looked undead, half dead, half alive. One half of the body was decayed, while the other half alive and well.

The Visage of Erik grabbed the cloak and pulled it back up onto Hel’s form. “I love you Hel, I have for over a century. I would rather be mortal and die by your daggers than see you harmed. What you fail to realize is that a mere peasant cannot so much as make eye contact with a queen without becoming a noble, and he cannot even touch her hand to reassure her unless he becomes a royal advisor. The only way for a peasant be allowed to express his love for a queen without tarnishing her reputation and without condemning himself to death is to become her king. The only way to protect a queen is to be a knight. The only way to be allowed to love a queen is to be her king. Can you even begin to understand how I feel? Or are fear and hate all that you know?”

Then The visage in Erik’s mind lifted Hel in his arms and held her bridal style, “I Think you could use some company to keep you calm. And Besides, There is no way I‘m letting your brother go up against that particular Aesir. As much as I dislike him for what he has said to me, I do not wish for him to die.” Then His mind began to brighten as He ended the transformation. In the world The dragon disappeared completely, and Both Erik and Hel were there separate once more. Erik held Hel to him with one arm and Looked at Fenrir. Then he smirked and rushed forth to grab hold of Fenrir’s fur. Then He Transformed again and the three were gone, replaced instead by a new two headed dragon. One influenced by both Hel and her brother Fenrir. It was larger than the previous incarnations, twice as larger in fact. The dragon had talons of smoldering dark metal, scales of self regenerating bone, the nostrils of the heads were enlarged and the mouths were filled with large vicious armor crushing flesh ripping fangs. The horns gained an expressiveness as they began to move like ears to express emotions that reptilian faces simply could not. The legs were longer with graceful proportions and were more wolf like than reptile like; seeming almost designed for high speed locomotion and prolonged chases. The wings took on an even more demonic bat like appearance, as black mist naturally poured off of them and the wing membranes took on a tattered appearance. The body also began to look disheveled and partially decayed, but at the same time over flowing with life and primal rage stronger than anything anyone present had ever felt before. The tail split apart at the tip, the tip becoming a vicious mouth like pincer with which he could attack.

Inside Erik’s mind Hel and Fenrir were now together. And Erik was between them; holding Hel in his arms to wait for her to recover.

On the outside in the world, Erik sprinted forth on all fours and took to flight in order to escape the battle. Inside his mind Erik said, “Now then Fenrir, Hel, I will release you both when It is safe for you to be released. I will not Risk the safety of the woman I love. And while I cannot say I like you Fenrir, I do not wish you dead, so I cannot release you until It is safe for you two. Once we are in a safe area, I shall free you both from my mind.”









“You‘re playing with fire, stoking a dragon‘s ire.”
“If you are fighting for love and pride, If you so desire your end.”
“You will no longer be denied, but I will miss you dearly, My dearest friend.”

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Brian smiled to himself as Miss Hill gave him the all clear, he lowered his hand and wrapped it around the still sleeping toddler. He didn’t expect someone to recognize little Antoinette but apparently the only other child in the room did. He could see some of his friend within this young girls face which made him smile all the more. “Yes princess its too early for her to play…” he said softly not missing what Maria told him about the rebuilding projects.

“I shall devote my services to the rebuilding of this facility Miss Hill” he vowed to her bowing as best as he could with a toddler in his arms. The little blonde girl that he had raised after her mother left for America again, the little girl who spoke her first words to him, took her first steps with him right behind her. He remembered it all and was glad that he had been there, glad to have been her Papa Bri Bri. He looked at Roy in the medical bed seeing the look of confusion in his face as Miss Hill spoke of Nick looking after Antoinette while he worked. It wouldn’t bother him if the young girl wanted to though he would need to know where the playroom was. He needed to know just what the girls could get up to while they were there. Though when she requested to speak to Roy alone he bowed again before turning to Nick and smiled softly at the young girl “can you show me where the playroom is young princess?” he said holding out a hand for Nick to take.
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Fear began to settle in when the being's transformation didn't fade as Hel hoped it would, and the realization dawned on her that she had, in that moment's rash decision, truly placed herself at his mercy. As the vision of Erik stepped toward her, the goddess of death tried to move for her discarded cloak, but the loss of her power left her limbs heavy and her movements shaky, and before she could reach the garment, it was collected off the ground and out of her grasp.

She wasn't certain what to expect of him, next. Shackles, perhaps; chains with which he could drag her back to Gladsheim, and whatever punishment would find her there. Maybe he would opt for a more thorough approach, a knife to her throat while she could scarcely lift a hand to fight him. As if any most standing in his place would not do the same, if hey could. In spite of the unknown Hel's gaze followed his every move, steeled and defiant; whatever her fate, she would not face it in cowardice.

Instead a familiar warmth surrounded her, sinking down all the way into her very bones; her cloak, she realized as he carefully pulled the bewitched material around her shoulders. The death goddess' eyes, one hazel and the other milky white without her illusions to conceal it, remained locked on Erik's as he continued to speak; she'd heard of such restrictions as the ones he mentioned, made effective in other realms; yet the very concept in itself was no less outlandish to a child of the warrior colonies of Járnvidr, a blood descendant of outlaws and banished folk from all reaches of the Nine Realms, despite whatever higher title had been bestowed upon her in Nifilheim. Hel of the Dead was untouchable only in that she'd learned to stand on her own against those who would attempt to stand above her. I have learned well to not place my faith in kings-; not in Odin of Asgard who had condemned her and her family for nonexistent crimes; not even in Laufey of Jotunheim, her own king, her own grandfather, who'd turned a blind eye when the All-Father's guard had stormed his lands against their agreement to find them... not in any, who would think even for a moment to have a say in her fate ever again. Her expression carried a mixture of emotions, still, as she heard his confession. She who communed with the dishonored dead, knew even a well woven lie when she heard one; here, she sensed no dishonesty in Erik's words. But it made this devotion of his no easier to process, much less accept... “Can you even begin to understand how I feel? Or are fear and hate all that you know?”

What do I have left, other than fear and hatred? They robbed me of all else.

She did not answer aloud, instead glowering at him as if to say whatever pity he had for her was best kept to himself.

As soon as her cloak had been replaced over her shoulders, life had begun to return to her flesh, and the deathly, almost bluish hue of the skin that half-covered her gradually warmed in color as it faded behind the cloak's illusion once again. Her strength was somewhat slower to return to her. She didn't attempt to fight Erik when he lifted her off the ground, not even as the darkness around them faded and the ground floor of the Tower materialized once again; she likely couldn't if she tried. It was gone again just as quickly; Hel did not see Valfreyja or her companions, though they were no doubt still present. She only caught a brief glimpse of the so-called Aesir who now stood against Fenrir, though the beast, as she could only describe his appearance, looked like no Aesir warrior she'd ever crossed paths with. But rather than set her down, Erik grabbed hold of Fenrir, gripping a handful of his fur, and once again the outside world vanished. Hel found herself a touch thankful for it, for the fact that her brother was out of harm's way, if nothing else...

At least, he was for the moment. It was not in an unkind manner that Hel soon pulled herself from Erik's grip on her at the sight of her elder sibling, but merely a hurried one; she knew well that Fenrir would take their current predicament ill, and could only hope to calm him before a fight could be wrought. “Fenrir, halda ró, vinsamlegast-” Hel began calmly, shakily approaching the wolfen form of her elder brother as quickly as she could, sensing his anger and confusion. She held her cloak around her shoulders with one hand, and her free hand through his fur, attempting to draw Fenrir's attention away from who he likely percieved as an enemy. “He means us no harm, brother.” While she was no less displeased with Erik's methods, the goddess of death understood that his actions truly bore no ill intent. Hel shot him a look of uncertainty, nonetheless, at his mention that he planned to move them elsewhere; “where are you taking us?”


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Austin was just so shocked about everything that came out of this new kids’ mouth. You could see the wheels turning in his head as all of this processed in his mind. His name was Dante, he was from the future, he was Pietro II and Grace’s son, his best friend was Sebastian Rogers…this was too weird.

Date stopped suddenly from his super speed pacing back and forth. ”What no Maya is not. Your youngest is named Skye.” Dante said making Austin look even more shocked and that was when it seemed not even possible. However he seemed to snap out of it and looked at Dante. ”She is related to you and you are her brothers kid. Isn’t the only other person related to her old enough right now to have a kid from the future your age Damon? But didn’t he say Alvaro’s son?” Austin asked trying to figure this all out.

Dante begged. Letting them go when his uncle agreed to say nothing. ”you better explain.” Austin mumbled back to her. Trying to forget what happened so that he could focuse on what was to come. Keira wanted to introduce him to the rest of her family the famous Quicksilver, Shadowcat, and Magneto. On the bright side if he needed help surely Wanda would back him up saying he was a good kid.

Austin made sure he stood tall, shoulders back, and looked well presentable for Keira, and yet had to make sure he was showing respect because of what was happening today. ”Hello sir.” Austin said trying not to smile when Keira mentioned his new agency.

When her father finally left Austin noticed her brother and Grace were gone too. ”Keira do you really think it is a good idea to bring me to meet your family when going to a funeral? I am constantly thinking I am going to do or say something to make things worse.”
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“Fenrir!” The instant that the beast, momentarily reverted to the smaller form of a man, advanced on his elder brother Jormungandr tore free of The Other's grasp on his arm. The presence of Freyja and the others was all but disregarded; though they were far from ignored, the serpent-god's attention was locked on the two that posed the greater threat to his brother. The being that had introduced himself as Fray, another damned Aesir it seemed, had the fortune of being he who stood the closest as the very floors broke apart and buckled, crashing into Hulkson's gargantuan form in a solid, unyielding wave of stone and concrete. Then, abruptly, before Jormungandr could turn his focus on the being that held both his brother and sister captive, there was nothing; no sound, no feeling or perception of the ground or the walls that had been around him just seconds before. Darkness was a sight that Jormungandr had grown well accustomed to over many years; the sudden absence of all else was no less of a shock.

As quickly as it had disappeared, the floor was beneath him again. He felt the presence of the Chitauri commander to his left and realization of what had happened hit him as he dug one hand into the concrete floor, gripping a handful of the crumbled stone and quickly altering it's form. With an enraged shout he turned and hurled a series of what appeared to be needles at The Other, but the makeshift weapons merely imbedded themselves into the walls before crumbling back into the consistency of sand, and Jormungandr felt the familiar surge of the being's magic, followed by a complete absence of the being itself. It was only then that he realized they were no longer on the ground floor. “Why did you stop me...” he nearly snarled the words, well aware that the being could still hear him; “you have no right to interfere!”

“The beast is a creature of the Dead Realms, and therefore beyond your power to defeat.” The Other explained, suddenly behind him; the pitch and tone of his voice slowly changed mid-sentence, until the Chitauri commander no longer spoke in his father's voice, but now in one which Jormungandr was unfamiliar with. ”You are sorely outnumbered; with the Asgardians seeming none too keen upon leaving-”

”Do you honestly think that I care anything for that Aesir trash; when that creature has my brother and sister imprisoned!”

“It means them no harm-”

“You cannot be certain of that!”

Regardless, if you were to go against that creature, you would be fortunate to even survive it. They will return in time, no doubt when it believes they are safe to do so.”

“And if they do not? If my father returns to learn that they have been harmed and that you have stood by and allowed it?”

“If I must be worried about that, then I will handle such matters as they come.” There was something in that statement, and the finality with which it was spoken, that Jormungandr found himself disliking for reasons he couldn't explain, and something more that made him choose not to argue the matter any further despite how he wanted to...

“Did my father say anything,” Jormungandr suddenly inquired, diverting the subject, “as to where he was going, or why?” He wasn't sure what he expected to find; it was his sister's talent, not his own, to seek out even the deepest buried lies a soul had to hide. But something was very much amiss here; he was certain of it.

”He did not” The Other answered with barely a moment's pause; ”but then, when does he choose to truly inform anyone of anything he does.” Silence followed the Chitauri commander's last words, and the returning absence of his energy in the upper floor space alerted Jormungandr that he was once again alone with his frenzied thoughts.

And he could do little more than remain there, with no manner of which to track his missing siblings.




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“You are both most welcome. Now that Avalon is safe, secure, and awake, I‘m going topside.” Ragnarok said before getting up and leaving the room. He went through the elevator system and out of the base to walk up behind Sif. “You must be an asgardian; judging from your attire.” Then Ragnarok stopped a few feet from Sif. “My name is Ragnarok Lokison, What’s yours?” He had absolutely no idea what kind of emotional turmoil he had likely just plunged Sif’s mind into. Here he was, looking identical to loki,except that he was wearing black long sleeve human clothing, and he was speaking in a voice identical to that of Loki.


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