#bringerofthestorm

This time, there had been some warning.

The first time Thor had ever lost his brother to the jaws of Death, it had been by Loki’s own hand, letting go of a weapon that had only ever been destined for his destruction. His subsequent return, too, had been unexpected by both ;  a life Loki had not wished returned, and its giver yet demanding recompense that the deposed young regent and his fragile psyche had not been able to pay. And then the brothers’ reunion, bitter as the poisonous whispers grasping at the corners of Loki’s mind, as the wicked threats binding him to his doomed purpose.

The second apparent death and resurrection had been premeditated, and Thor kept in the dark until Loki could no longer bear to maintain the illusion and see his brother so deep in grief. He had known that some sorrow would be a possibility, yet all that Thor had said to Loki in the dungeons and on their journey had suggested that it would not be long, and it would not be deep. With the promise of eternal solitude looming just beyond his vengeance, the choice between liberty and a short grieving period on his brother’s part had been an easy one --- until the grieving did not stop, and a risk had to be taken.

The third time Thor loses his brother, Loki tells him that this is not the end.

For all of his aptitude for deception, the Trickster does not make promises he does not intend to keep.  ‘ The sun will shine on us again ’  had not been a promise made idly, though he had counted on the Mad Titan thinking it so. It had been a riddle -- one he hoped to all three Norns and a thousand thousand stars Thor would be clear-sighted enough to solve, for the answer was in the speaking of it.

He did not intend to die, but he needed Thanos to think him too weak to survive.

So when Loki steps up behind Thor, it is without the trepidation he had felt the last time he had been thought dead --- assured  ( sort of )  that if the Thunderer chooses anger, it will not be on Loki’s account, but his own.

            Did she feel bad? Of course she did. If she could redo             her actions and do something different? No. Her kingdom             was safe, for now. And that was what was important. But              of course that did not mean it did not pain her heart to know             the pain she had caused. 

            “Thor--” Had she expected him to show up at her door? No.              She expected it was one of his friends who had told him where              she was. And she wasn’t hiding from him, she intended to               explain everything when the time was right. “I know sorry               doesn’t fix anything,” Or really she shouldn’t have to say               sorry, she did what was necessary. “But believe me when              I say I am sorry, for not explaining things to you sooner.” 

{☆} “We’re not R E A D Y.” Gamora remarked, eyes lingering on the sparring below. Various Avengers and Guardians battled each other, using powers and weapons--a few remained by the T A R G E T S firing projectiles, trying to perfect it. Her hands gripped the walkway bars, keeping her eyes locked on her mate. Peter was G O O D--there was no doubt about it. But Thanos...Thanos was B E T T E R.

She let out a sigh and hung her head down to distract herself. “We need to start considering keeping the H U M A N S and M O R T A L S away from the fight. I know that we need the numbers, but the risk of L O S I N G them in the first wave of battle is H I G H. Too high. And I’m not sure I want to take that R I S K.”

     Valaheim was her home. It had always been her home. A home of sorcery and magic, they had remained well protected -- keeping to themselves in order to avoid any who may wish to harm them. Though it is the sister world to Asgard, none other than those born in Valamheim know that it looks like. Like a hidden gem or a secret garden to the Nine Worlds, they could have remained like this forever.

     That was until one day, her father --  Ásbjörn -- it was finally time to rejoin forced with their sister world. He had seen it in a vision, that their connecting the two world would be done through her marrying Odin’s son, Thor. That much she believed, that he had seen it in a vision. The reason for the sudden need for an alliance worried her, but Lyanna knew she must remain forced and strong. If she was to be married off to a stranger in a distant land, she would do so with grace, dignity, and humility. 

     Traveling between worlds was easy. Packed and ready to be shipped off, the silver Seer said goodbye to her mother and gave her father a subtle nod -- indicating she was ready to go. With a flick of her hand, all of her things floated around her -- draw to her by magic.

     When they arrived, they were greeted by some Asgardian Guards. Shortly after that, they were within the great palace. Everything shimmered and shone, even though she knew they had been there for thousands and thousands of years.

     It wasn’t until they entered the throne room that she finally laid her lilac eyes on her future husband. Tall, built, and statuesque, Thor Odinson looked the way a successor to the throne should. Following her father and their men closer to the tall and lavish throne, Lyanna waited until she was introduced before curtseying and speaking -- a smile along her lips.

I WOULD IF I COULD

Careful what you wish for, beloved

{☆} “It is an H O N O R to meet you, Son of O D I N.” Gamora chose to ignore the fact that she had previously tried to assassinate his B R O T H E R--but details were unimportant at a time like this. Of course she was aware of the fact that these so-called A V E N G E R S had a G O D on their team, but she knew when to B E S T O W honor when needed. She ignored the incredulous look on Peter’s face--after all, in the confusion of their arrival, he had suffered a blow to the back from the B L O N D E. 

She rose from her kneel, retracting her S W O R D from its perch, inches from their archer’s T H R O A T.