It seemed like forever since she and her sister had spoken on good terms, Shyael thought it was time to act like an adult and make amends. Standing before her sister's corridor, she looked upon the swan symbol before knocking on the door.

She received no answer.

"Tira?" she spoke, wanting to respect her sister's privacy by no longer barging in announced "Please let me in, I want to speak with you."

Remaining ignored and thinking she had waited long enough, Shyael pushed open the door and invited herself in. The room was open and empty, it looked like it hadn't been touched in days. The double doors of her window seal were open, its sheer curtains caught in the gentle breeze.

Furious, Shyael barged out of the room and down the hall. She knew exactly where her sister was and exactly who is was with. All this time is not only disobeyed her sister but rebelled...for the last time.

Tira released a deep sigh. Laying on her stomach she rolled around in the silk sheets of the young prince's bed, remembering the incredible sensation she experienced for the first time last night. Loki's fingertips traced up her spine as she kissed her bare shoulders. It was like the whole world had faded away, leaving only her and the one she loved.

"You're visit surprised me," Loki said, "I thought we agreed it would be wise to be....more distant? This is quite the opposite, my love."

"I couldn't," Tira admitted, "Being in that place, completely alone, hearing nothing but my sister's achievements. It was killing me inside. Day after day I wanted to walk into the ocean and drown."

"Is it really that torturous?"

"Maybe it is just me. I walk behind my sister with no purpose but to follow her."

"A feeling I know all too well," Loki agreed "Try not to pry on the thought, it's such a beautiful morning after all."

Tira suddenly jumped in a panic. "It's morning!"

Not realizing how late was the hour, the young Valkyrie rolled out of bed and struggled to slip back into her dress as a confused Loki watched her squirm.

"If my sister finds me gone she will end me! Especially after she told me never to see you again."

"What?" Loki burst, jumping out of bed as well "You told her of our affairs?"

"No. She found out the day you injured yourself in Jotunheim."

"Now you speak of this,"

Fixing her hair, Tira rushed over and stole a kiss from her lover and bid him goodbye. Leaving him to his own thoughts, promising she would return soon.

Running through her hidden paths holding her shoes. Tira escaped Asgard before the day fully broke and made it back to the safety of the farplane. She slowed to a stop when she saw Shyael standing in the golden field, dressed for battle, her weapon at her hip.

"We need to talk."

"Why?" Tira threw her shoes into the dirt, "You're just going to yell at me anyway."

"Where have you been these past days?" Her sister scolded, "With him?"

"I regret none of it!" Tira hissed.

Shyael clinched her fist and released a battle cry out of anger and frustration. Lightning tore from the sky and her fist, electrocuting a structure nearby. For the first time in her life, Tira could see the cobalt blue glow in her eyes when she used her lightning energy there was no crystal mask to hide the anger she now had for her.

"Foolish girl!" Shyael growled, "You're weak!"

Tira stood up straighter and formed a fist. Light engulfed her hand and a bow magically appeared for it. Stringing an invisible arrow, the light again took place along her fingers and she pulled back on the string. Challenging her older sister. It's energy pulled nearly pulled Shyael inward. Tira releases it and watched it fly, barely missing her sister and landing somewhere over the hills, causing an explosion from afar.

"I'd rather be a weak girl with foolish dreams, then a powerful Valkyrie with nothing."

"Then you have doomed yourself." Shyael fought to stay calm, "After all I've done to protect you from it."

"And what of you?" Tira asked, "You think you are righteous? You've never done anything for me. All you have done is bow down beneath Odin's feet like a dog waiting for scraps."

Shyael had heard enough, she charged and shoved into her sister, lightning sparking from her hands. Tira flew back, breaking through the rock of a hillside and landing in the valley just beyond it. 

By the time Tira rose to her feet her sister was already inches away from her, charging her again. Catching her sister by the forearms before she could make any contact, Tira slammed her into the ground. Shyaels body dug into the soil, leaving a long streak into the ground.

Tira jumped her sister before she could make another move and began punching her repeatedly. Shyael caught her fist suddenly and forced it back, causing her own sister to punch herself in the face. Rolling her over Shyael fought to pin her into the grass.

"And why do you think I did those things?" Shyael yelled as she got a few of her own punches in. "For amusement!"

Tira raised her foot high enough and landed it in Shyaels stomach, kicking her off.

"Everything I did, I did for you!" Shyael continued her rage. "For years I've sacrificed, gave up and turned the very result of battles for you. My life has been completely turned upside down! You have no idea how much simpler it would be if you were gone!"

"So that is what you wish?" Tira winced getting to her own feet, "Me completely gone? Out of your life forever."

Shyael swallowed hard but refused to lie. "I think of it at times when I grow tired of tending to your every need, fixing your every mistake. Sometimes I even wish for your death."

"Well consider me a burden no longer," Tira's wing manifested from her back, "You enjoy your solitude. Being Thor's wench will be most fitting for you."

Before Shyael could make a combat Tira flew straight up and disappeared into the clouded skies. Shyael exhaled and looked towards the ground at the destruction they have caused. She had never struck her sister before and regretted doing so. However, the time was ripe to do what she should have done a long time ago. 

Quite pleased with herself, Jote played around with her own realm fountain in the North Wing. She had once again altered the chance of Shyael's puny mortal on changing his fate. She bet her own wings that Shyael would truly take to this one, once she learned Hydra had the upper hand. Jote admitted she enjoyed watching this battle play out and truly took to Red Skull.

 She fueled his ideas and motivations. What's more, she had recently learned they he held the Tesseract, a shell holding a most precious gem...one of six. This became her new prize, with its power she could be more in control over the realms...wars will rage for it..only empowering her more.

She smiled just the thought of her own Lawful visions played out in her mind...her very on Utopia. But for now, she had to go make the Divine move that would set her on the path she so desired. Her silk robe was as red as blood, the tips brushed against the top of her feet as she walked barefoot down the throne room. With her head down she reached the steps to his throne and bowed to down to her knees.

"You asked for an audience?" Odin spoke

Jote slowly looked up with sadness in her eyes, exhaling deeply she wondered as if she was trying to find the right words. "I have terrible news my king."

Odin paused, pressing his lips he readied for what was about to come.

"Tell me."

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Author's Note.

Now forgive me. I am no real expert at writing fighting/action scene, actually been told at one time that I suck at them so I hope this wasn't too butchered to read.