─── Thor: Gods and Goddesses
❝Just because I'm a Princess, doesn't mean I can't fight for myself. Let us not forget I also happen to be a Goddess, Mortal.❞
Aria Odinsdottir, Goddess of Fire and Ice, Princess of Asgard and the youngest of the three...
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A hole in the sky rips open, and the Bifrost comes shooting out of it. Aria's feet hit the frozen solid grounds of Jotunheim, looking around with squinted eyes as the snow flurries settles around her and her friends.
Runes from the Bifrost are left imprinted on the ice around them in intricate lines and circle shapes as the group surveys their surroundings
They stood on a ledge made of pure ice, with jagged ice everywhere they looked. The cold air bit at their exposed skin with snowflakes softly coming down onto them, landing on their eyelashes and hair, almost immediately melting at the unfamiliar heat source. The planet's colors were very dull, consisting of only blues, greys and whites, contrasting to the colors of the latters armour.
The whole planet is a massive flattened ring of jagged ice, slowly breaking apart. Huge chunks of ice calve away from its outer edges and float off into space. The planet's icy surface cracks and melts as far as the eye can see. The ruins of a Jotun city lies in the distance.
Aria's gaze lands on Volstagg who stands just behind her on her left, just as he loses his footing, falling backwards, dangling precariously on the edge of a sheer cliff on the planet's inner ring, opening up to the black abyss of space beyond
Aria's instincts kick in as she swiftly reached out and grabbed Volstagg by his belt all while holding her hand out and sending a small gust of snow behind the warrior to give a small kick back to ensure he didn't fall.
"Come on, big fella. Up...!" Aria groaned as she pulled her friend up back onto the ice
Volstagg looks to Aria, tremendously relieved "This belt! This belt is now my lucky belt! I will never remove it! Even when bathing!" he proclaims enticing a scoff from Fandral
"You bathe?" he questioned
"I'd hope so" Aria chuckled in mock-seriousness as she jokingly wiped her hands on her armour
They all shared a moment of calm before they turn and stare out in horror and wonder at the frozen alien wasteland before them
"We shouldn't be here." Hogun states in all seriousness
Loki's eyes shift from Hogun to his eldest sibling, awaiting a response
"Too late now" Thor states as he looks ahead, determined to complete his inner mission
"Actually, it's not. We could turn right around, hop back to Asgard, share a mug by the fire. Could be nice." Fandral suggests nervously
"You know," Aria started as she turned to face her companion with her hands rested on the hilt of her sword "I did not take you to be the nervous type Fandral" she smirked
