Title: When the Ash Settles
Penname: TheDarkestFallingStar
Pairing: Hawkeye/Bella
Summary: They survived the Chitauri and all that came after that bringing the team closer than ever, but now friendships will be tested and boundaries pushed. But When the Ash Settles and all there is left is chaos, things need to change. Sequel to THoaFG
Author Note: I hope you don’t mind that I write this one in third point of view as I can’t really write first pov anymore LOL Either way, there were major things I hated about the A:AOA so there will be changes.
For those of you tuning in, this is a sequel to The Heart of a Fallen Goddess, you need to read that first. Mentions of Thor 2 and IM3, there will be changes to that as well.
Disclaimer/Warning: I don’t own any right to Twilight or Marvel so that’s a bit sad. Anyways there will be graphic use of Violence and Language.
Third Point of View
Asgard was unlike what it used to be, the soft glow of gold was once tarnished and cracked, no joy was to be heard and only agony rested in its place. She remembered that time of war remembered the taste of blood and the feel of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the wrath of their might around them cracking through the air… but unlike…
“How have you been brother?” She asked forcing her mind back to the now, to the lush green gardens of what once was her home.
Loki paused with a frown, he knew her mind was far away, she had already asked him that when they began their walk. “I am well sister, if not for you.”
Isibel paused, her brothers’ hands catching her as her breath was sucked from her lungs. She could hear Clint’s scream in her mind as fire seared up her side, pain followed in its wake pulling a cry from her own lips.
“Isibel? Isibel! GUARDS!” Loki’s voice roared in panic as he laid his sister on the floor and ripped away the material that covered the spot she clutched and saw no wound. “SOMEONE FETCH A HEALER!”
He didn’t know what to do, his powers were suppressed due to the wrist gauntlets and he couldn’t see any injury on her person. Was the attack magical or was it poison? Loki felt helpless as tears pooled down his sister’s face as she continued to scream. Where were the guards?
His sister was hurt and there was no one to help her!
“GUARDS!” He roared again, his voice echoing with the aid of his powers and finally, finally, someone heard him.
The guards came in an instant, one turning around and race towards the healing wing as Loki lifted his sister into his arms with the help of the guard. They rushed to the wing in no time while a healer took her from him and it was then Loki found himself standing outside, barred from the room while his sister screamed in agony.
“Loki!” His mother’s voice cracked through the panic in his heart, soothing his battered nerves.
“Mother,” He choked out. “I don’t know what happened… we were walking and then she started screaming. I couldn’t help her!”
He didn’t know what to do, he had never been in this position before, helpless… he did not care when Thor was injured during battle as his brother was never one to scream such a way in pain and Isibel never seemed to return with a scratch… now she was screaming… please… do not take her from me…
Frigga shushed her son while placing the babe she held in his arms, smiling softly as he tore his eyes away from the door to stare at the child. “She will be well; she has faced worse and come out stronger than before. The healers will know what ails her.”
“I’m sorry mother, for all the worry I cause you,” Loki whispered after a long moment, his eyes locked onto the sleeping babe’s face, his body swaying gently.
Frigga pulled her son into her arms and rested her head on his own. They had gone through so much over the last few years, Thor being banished, Loki’s fall, the reveal that Isibel was still alive and married, the attack of the dark elves and her near death… Isibel had spent much of her seiðr to save her. Her husband’s disappearance and Thor’s choice to protect Midgard to be with his Jane. Now, this.
“My queen, all is well with your daughter, there are no physical signs of a wound or internally we suspect it has something to do with her seiðr.” The healer announced as she stepped out of the room. “She kept calling for her husband while we examined her.”
“Is she able to be moved to her rooms?” Frigga asked with concern.
The healer nodded. “Yes my Queen, we will transfer her immediately.”
“Come Loki,” Frigga said while pulling her son towards Isibel’s rooms. Her people avoided her gaze as they walked past and she was pleased by this, it had taken many hours and stern words perhaps a threat or two from her daughter for the people of Asgard to stop glaring at Loki.
Heimdall was waiting for them when they reached the royal wing. “My Queen.”
Frigga felt her heart drop as she took him in, there would be no reason for Heimdall to leave his post unless it was for something dire. “What has happened?”
“Clint Barton has been injured, he is well but if Thor was not present then he may have bled out. They have acquired the sceptre but something has happened beyond that to the Man of Iron, Lady Isibel favours.” Heimdall reported his golden eyes flickering to the prince and back.
“This is not good news at all, Isibel’s wrath will…” Frigga trailed off, she forced herself not to speak any further on what her eldest daughter’s rage would do.
She was a berserker yes but the bloodthirst came long before that happened, from a time when darkness was more prominent in their history. Loki and Thor were too young in fact it was beyond their time and the general agreement from those that were left were to never speak of it again but Isibel was more bloodthirsty than her sisters than Hela. Hela was ruthless but Isibel had a heart outside her bloodthirst…
A sharp inhale was heard from the bed and all eyes present turned to face Isibel who sat up abruptly, her eyes near glowing with her ire. There was something in the way her magic shimmered and seemed to pull the darkness from around them to her had Loki stepping back in slight fear making sure to shield the babe in his arms only pausing only as he saw the flicker of hurt under the ire.
Frigga stepped forward alarmed. “Daughter.”
“Not now mother, I am expected on Midgard, I was thrown from my body and through the branches to see a… imposter usurper… meddle with my brother’s minds, with the minds of my friends and harm my husband.” She hissed while getting to her feet, only stumbling slightly which Loki rushed forward to steady her, passing the child off into his mother’s arms.
“You were just ill; you cannot leave just yet not till the healers look you over and deem you well.” Loki murmured gently, his eyes begging her to stay and get taken care of. “We cannot risk it, you cannot risk it.”
Isibel paused and cast a look over his shoulder to where her mother stood and sighed, slumping in defeat. “Very well but it will have to be quickly… they found the sceptre Loki.”
Loki tensed at the information and nodded. “Then let’s go so you can go save them from the trouble they found themselves in.”
“Very well, quickly then.”
Author note: It kills me that I changed the truth of Hela to the Marvel Movies and not keep it with the actual legends where she’s Loki’s daughter but eh… ALSO just a heads up… yeah this isn’t Wanda friendly… not at all… she may not even survive Ultron.
#TeamIronMan
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