mcu ficcy
Ficcy I'm working on. Don't own anyone in it and really takes myths and a sledgehammer to get this to work at all, but hey hopefully it's entertaining.
Prologue
‘Sara’ had tried to get the artifact that had been stolen from Odin. Only reason she knew where it was, was because she had followed the thread of the thief. When her sisters had given up she had known where to look.
Heimdall had let the Valkarie slip to Midgard without alerting her sisters, both blood and in arms. After all Odin had disbanded the guides of the dead centuries ago, claiming the battlefield was no place for a woman. He just didn’t want another Lorelei incident. Skuld knew he was scared, but it didn’t stop her from doing her duties. Luckily there were followers of the one eye’d man that feared her more than him.
Problem was, the artifact she was going for... Was currently on the move. She hid herself in the shadows one hand at her side curled slightly as she closed her eyes. Threads played out in her mind as she quickly scanned the village to see what help she could be. Flexing her fingers she actually lowered her head a little. The threads around her were snapping faster than she would be able to help even if she was at full strength.
She paused, the man holding the artifact she needed was moving away from the group. She watched him hold the book in both hands
“That’s mine.” She started after him her hand reaching for the pendant she wore, Mythril wings appeared briefly as she ran, bullets bouncing harmlessly off them. “Hand m back that tome.” The small man yelped holding the leather bound journal close. “You wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.”
“Zola, what is the hold up.”
This thread made her pause, there was darkness around the man, tearing the pendant off she separated the two pieces, a small round shield went to her arm as she touched a tiny button in the cylindrical device in her hand. The spear that formed was taller than her childlike size.
“So they send a protector.”
“You stole something I trusted would be safe from your kind. You are not yet ready for what is written there.” She let the wings fold behind her forming a short cloak to cover her back. She’d need new clothes for a disguise, but that was a thought for later. “Return it to me and I’ll let you keep the Tesseract.”
“Who’s to say that is all we came here for?”
Skuld heard the movement behind her. “I am one of those that guide the dead, are you really sure you wish to lose twenty men trying to catch a true Valkarie?”
“You will stand down or all the children will die before your eyes.”
She heard the sobs and glance over her shoulder. Seven children were being held at gun point. After a moment she gave a faint grin. They already had the tesseract, and the book of fates, she wouldn’t let them get the Valkir armor she wore. “I’m not human, don’t play to human frailties. I will forever be stuck as a child never having one of my own, so really... Playing that card with me? It is just a cruel reminder of what I am denied.”
She kept listening to the men behind her as she focused on the one before her. The children were released and huddled together, still held at gunpoint. Her mind was trying to figure out how to get them out of there, after all she might sound like she didn’t care, but she felt a lifeline in the bunch that she needed to make sure made it out of there. She could risk the book disappearing, even losing the Tesseract, after all that little gem never did stay in one set of hands too long.
Skuld waved her hand, the guns melted into dust. She moved at Schmidt and his soldiers moved to stop her, ignoring the children. The children scattered. Skuld wasted a small amount of magic to push the golden thread she had found towards their destiny. She felt her wing tug a moment as she turned sharply, the scream from the soldier told her she had probably taken his arm. Ducking a few more punches she struck out with her spear trying to keep one step ahead of them. Longer she kept their attention the longer the children could try to get to safety.
Prologue
‘Sara’ had tried to get the artifact that had been stolen from Odin. Only reason she knew where it was, was because she had followed the thread of the thief. When her sisters had given up she had known where to look.
Heimdall had let the Valkarie slip to Midgard without alerting her sisters, both blood and in arms. After all Odin had disbanded the guides of the dead centuries ago, claiming the battlefield was no place for a woman. He just didn’t want another Lorelei incident. Skuld knew he was scared, but it didn’t stop her from doing her duties. Luckily there were followers of the one eye’d man that feared her more than him.
Problem was, the artifact she was going for... Was currently on the move. She hid herself in the shadows one hand at her side curled slightly as she closed her eyes. Threads played out in her mind as she quickly scanned the village to see what help she could be. Flexing her fingers she actually lowered her head a little. The threads around her were snapping faster than she would be able to help even if she was at full strength.
She paused, the man holding the artifact she needed was moving away from the group. She watched him hold the book in both hands
“That’s mine.” She started after him her hand reaching for the pendant she wore, Mythril wings appeared briefly as she ran, bullets bouncing harmlessly off them. “Hand m back that tome.” The small man yelped holding the leather bound journal close. “You wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.”
“Zola, what is the hold up.”
This thread made her pause, there was darkness around the man, tearing the pendant off she separated the two pieces, a small round shield went to her arm as she touched a tiny button in the cylindrical device in her hand. The spear that formed was taller than her childlike size.
“So they send a protector.”
“You stole something I trusted would be safe from your kind. You are not yet ready for what is written there.” She let the wings fold behind her forming a short cloak to cover her back. She’d need new clothes for a disguise, but that was a thought for later. “Return it to me and I’ll let you keep the Tesseract.”
“Who’s to say that is all we came here for?”
Skuld heard the movement behind her. “I am one of those that guide the dead, are you really sure you wish to lose twenty men trying to catch a true Valkarie?”
“You will stand down or all the children will die before your eyes.”
She heard the sobs and glance over her shoulder. Seven children were being held at gun point. After a moment she gave a faint grin. They already had the tesseract, and the book of fates, she wouldn’t let them get the Valkir armor she wore. “I’m not human, don’t play to human frailties. I will forever be stuck as a child never having one of my own, so really... Playing that card with me? It is just a cruel reminder of what I am denied.”
She kept listening to the men behind her as she focused on the one before her. The children were released and huddled together, still held at gunpoint. Her mind was trying to figure out how to get them out of there, after all she might sound like she didn’t care, but she felt a lifeline in the bunch that she needed to make sure made it out of there. She could risk the book disappearing, even losing the Tesseract, after all that little gem never did stay in one set of hands too long.
Skuld waved her hand, the guns melted into dust. She moved at Schmidt and his soldiers moved to stop her, ignoring the children. The children scattered. Skuld wasted a small amount of magic to push the golden thread she had found towards their destiny. She felt her wing tug a moment as she turned sharply, the scream from the soldier told her she had probably taken his arm. Ducking a few more punches she struck out with her spear trying to keep one step ahead of them. Longer she kept their attention the longer the children could try to get to safety.