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more thunderous blows at me, driving me back.
“Yes,” I nodded, my insides twisting. “Don't make me do Loki's work. I don't want any more blood on my hands.” I stared into his eyes. I poured all my pain and fear into my gaze. “Please, Thor. We don't have to be enemies. We need to unite and defeat Loki. He's our true enemy. Don't make me kill you.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks.
Magnus advanced, the ax gripped in his left hand. He clenched his jaw against the pain.
“You think I will fall for your womanly tears. I am no weakling to be swayed to pity in the face of vengeance. I swore an oath to my step-mother. You will pay for my father's death.”
Thor raised up his hammer.
Magnus leaped and swung his ax.
Thor attacked. Thunder crackled. I moved my blade, slashing up to parry the hammer. Thor's face boiled with the fury of a storm cloud. His hammer slammed into my sword. My feet slid back as I fought against the force of his blow.
Magnus's slammed Heimdall's ax into Thor's shoulder. Rainbow light swept over us as Thor was thrown at me. The screaming of my blade intensified as it sank into his chest, piercing the god of thunder's heart.
“No,” I groaned as his blood welled around my sword.
The massive body of the god crashed into me. The force of Magnus's attack caused Thor to slide down the length of my sword. His bulk carried me to the ground. The wind burst from my lungs as I lay pinned beneath the dying god.
“You...” Thor growled, blood bubbling on his lips, “will be...killed...”
“No, don't die,” I begged, his blood warm as it poured across my armor and seeped into its joints to soak my shirt. “Please, no.”
His amber eyes grew glassy. His breathing stopped. The wind seemed to laugh like Loki, mocking me.
Chapter Eight
Magnus
“Raven,” I groaned as the wolf left me. I gripped my sides as I stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain of my broken ribs. Every movement sent agony through my body. Breathing made my head spin from the stabbing pain.
I reached her and grabbed the dead god's shoulders. I rolled his bulk off Raven, a nasty joy surging through me. Thor had wanted my Valkyrie dead. Now he could never hurt her again.
Raven stared up at me. Her armor vanished, leaving her in a t-shirt stained by the dead god's blood. She stared up at me in hurt horror, tears brimming in her blue eyes. I held out my hand to her.
She knocked it away.
“Why did you do that, Magnus?” she demanded, forcing herself to stand. “Why did you fight him? We could have run. We could have tried to talk to him. Reason with him.”
“He attacked us,” I growled, fighting against the pain. “He tried to kill us. If I didn't notice the attack, he would have killed us before we even knew what was happening.”
“You made me kill him.” Her face twisted in bitter hurt. “Why, Magnus? Why did you make me do that?” Her knees buckled. She grabbed her shirt, smearing the blood onto her hands. She held them before her. “Look! This didn't have to happen. You didn't have to make me do this.”
I seized her wrists. “Raven, what should I have done? Should I have let you die?”
Raven looked away.
“Should I have stood by and let him beat you to death with his hammer, cut off your head, and take it back to Asgard to stick it on a pike?”
“I...”
“He wouldn't have listen to reason. He was consumed by anger. You tried. You pleaded with him. You told him his father gave you Gungnir and that he had forgiven you. What more could you have done?”
Raven looked at me, swimming with guilt. She shuddered. “I...I could have done something better. Or we could have fled to Muspellheim. We didn't have to kill him. We didn't have to do Loki's dirty work again.”
I pulled her to me. “Remember that. Loki made you kill Thor. Loki set us on this path. We are only doing what we have to do to survive.”
“Is it worth this?” she asked into my chest. I ignored the pain of my ribs as she clung to
“Yes,” I nodded, my insides twisting. “Don't make me do Loki's work. I don't want any more blood on my hands.” I stared into his eyes. I poured all my pain and fear into my gaze. “Please, Thor. We don't have to be enemies. We need to unite and defeat Loki. He's our true enemy. Don't make me kill you.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks.
Magnus advanced, the ax gripped in his left hand. He clenched his jaw against the pain.
“You think I will fall for your womanly tears. I am no weakling to be swayed to pity in the face of vengeance. I swore an oath to my step-mother. You will pay for my father's death.”
Thor raised up his hammer.
Magnus leaped and swung his ax.
Thor attacked. Thunder crackled. I moved my blade, slashing up to parry the hammer. Thor's face boiled with the fury of a storm cloud. His hammer slammed into my sword. My feet slid back as I fought against the force of his blow.
Magnus's slammed Heimdall's ax into Thor's shoulder. Rainbow light swept over us as Thor was thrown at me. The screaming of my blade intensified as it sank into his chest, piercing the god of thunder's heart.
“No,” I groaned as his blood welled around my sword.
The massive body of the god crashed into me. The force of Magnus's attack caused Thor to slide down the length of my sword. His bulk carried me to the ground. The wind burst from my lungs as I lay pinned beneath the dying god.
“You...” Thor growled, blood bubbling on his lips, “will be...killed...”
“No, don't die,” I begged, his blood warm as it poured across my armor and seeped into its joints to soak my shirt. “Please, no.”
His amber eyes grew glassy. His breathing stopped. The wind seemed to laugh like Loki, mocking me.
Chapter Eight
Magnus
“Raven,” I groaned as the wolf left me. I gripped my sides as I stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain of my broken ribs. Every movement sent agony through my body. Breathing made my head spin from the stabbing pain.
I reached her and grabbed the dead god's shoulders. I rolled his bulk off Raven, a nasty joy surging through me. Thor had wanted my Valkyrie dead. Now he could never hurt her again.
Raven stared up at me. Her armor vanished, leaving her in a t-shirt stained by the dead god's blood. She stared up at me in hurt horror, tears brimming in her blue eyes. I held out my hand to her.
She knocked it away.
“Why did you do that, Magnus?” she demanded, forcing herself to stand. “Why did you fight him? We could have run. We could have tried to talk to him. Reason with him.”
“He attacked us,” I growled, fighting against the pain. “He tried to kill us. If I didn't notice the attack, he would have killed us before we even knew what was happening.”
“You made me kill him.” Her face twisted in bitter hurt. “Why, Magnus? Why did you make me do that?” Her knees buckled. She grabbed her shirt, smearing the blood onto her hands. She held them before her. “Look! This didn't have to happen. You didn't have to make me do this.”
I seized her wrists. “Raven, what should I have done? Should I have let you die?”
Raven looked away.
“Should I have stood by and let him beat you to death with his hammer, cut off your head, and take it back to Asgard to stick it on a pike?”
“I...”
“He wouldn't have listen to reason. He was consumed by anger. You tried. You pleaded with him. You told him his father gave you Gungnir and that he had forgiven you. What more could you have done?”
Raven looked at me, swimming with guilt. She shuddered. “I...I could have done something better. Or we could have fled to Muspellheim. We didn't have to kill him. We didn't have to do Loki's dirty work again.”
I pulled her to me. “Remember that. Loki made you kill Thor. Loki set us on this path. We are only doing what we have to do to survive.”
“Is it worth this?” she asked into my chest. I ignored the pain of my ribs as she clung to
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