Enola: Child Of Mischief

Glorious Purpose

"The Tesseract has awakened.
It is on a little world. A human world.
They would wield its power... But our ally knows its workings as they never will."

"They are ready to lead. And our force- Our Chitauri will follow.
The world will be theirs.
The universe yours.
And the humans? What can they do but burn."

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Enola stood at their fathers side, staring up in silence at The Other with a cold, stern expression. They handed Loki his weapon, paying no mind to the person at his side- the one who was never meant to join their little conquest.
Loki gripped the weapon in his hands. A devilish look clouded his eyes. He slowly looked to Enola, eyes darkened with a fiery determination.

"Are you ready?"

A smirk crossed Enola's features as that unfamiliar rage returned. The Other looked to them, scanning- attempting to judge their usefullness.
Enola had never been apart of their plan, and she knew that. Loki had dropped Enola- their child in the middle of a life or death situation, which they previously had no part of, with seemingly no care for her survival.
But then again, it's not like Enola had much care for either of their lives anymore.
A deep chuckle came from Enola's throat, as they looked to the beings in front of them, a storm brewing in their eyes.

"Are you?"

The Other let out a low laugh, a dark, chilling sound. It hadn't even resembled a laugh, but a growl. A growl from a vicious beast, ready to tear anything in its path to shreds.
Enola and Loki were soon thrust into a smoldering heat. A heat which Enola had never felt before. They looked to their father, who seemed unfazed by searing pain, as his skin turned more red with each passing second.
Enola looked down to their tingling fingers, and noticed the haunting blue reminder of their Frost Giant origins begin to creep onto their skin. With a huff, Enola masked their discomfort as sweat slowly began to drip from their brow.
The heat went as soon as it came, as they soon found themselves in a huge, quiet room. The hints of blue slowly leaving their skin, Enola and Loki slowly raised their heads, now seeing the people closing in around them. Loki chuckled and quickly stood, Enola joining him, as the humans raised their weapons up, prepared to fight.

"Sir, Ma'am, please put down your weapons!"

Enola looked to the man infront of them a smirk playing on the ends of their lips as she examined the new threats.
He was bald, and wore a long, black jacket with a matching eyepatch. His voice was stern and demanding. He was noticably the one in charge, as everyone in the room looked to him from time to time.
The man beside him wore a black jacket, much shorter than the other mans, with some sort of leather shirt underneath. Enola noticed a small piece in his ear which the other man didn't seem to have.
Enola looked up to their father, smirk now gone, before gripping their sword tightly in their left hand.
They both quickly jumped into action. Loki, fired the spear at the very man who ordered him to put it down and went off to attack various other people, as Enola used their magic to duplicate themself and stab each man who remained through the back.
The same magic which Loki taught them.
The magic he shared with the father they loved of so dearly.
The father who abandoned them, alone and scared... with Odin.

"Excellent work, Enola."

Enola turned to meet their father, noticing that he and their clones had taken everyone out. Well, almost everyone.
The man with the piece in his ear and another man in a suit now stood beside Loki, their eyes glowing a bright shade of blue.

'Is that what the spear does?'

Enola sent Loki a sharp nod, before hearing a faint clicking noise to the side. She quickly turned, pointing his sword at the noises source.
It was the same man as before, the one with the eyepatch. He was hovering over some sort of silver box and, once Loki seen, he slowly stepped toward the man.

"Please don't. I still need that."

The man turned towards Loki.

"This doesn't have to get any messier."
"Of course it does! I've come too far for anything else."

Loki squeezed the scepter in his hand as he spoke, anger violently radiating off of him as though it were all he'd ever known.
Enola never wavered, still standing their ground with their sword pointed directly at the other man, ready to attack.

"We are Loki and Enola, of Asgard. And we are burdened with glorious purpose."

Glorious purpose? Enola smirked, as they couldn't help but note what a nice ring it had.
Glorious Purpose. That is what it was? Wasn't it? It was Enola's divine right to rule these people, wasn't it? They were a God afterall.

"Loki? Brother of Thor? And isn't Enola your child?"

Loki let out an annoyed sigh, as both he and Enola turned to the man. Enola raised an eyebrow, curious of the mans knowledge of their people.
Of course Enola knew that their people were Gods to the Midgardians, but exactly how much did they know? They couldn't help but wonder if these humans could come in use, as the other man spoke up.

"We have no quarrel with your kind."

Loki and Enola both returned their attention to the eyepatched man, Enola's earlier curiosity being replaced with determination once more.

"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."

Enola couldn't help but chuckle at the analogy before Loki quickly shot them a stern look, silencing them immediately as a twinge of pain shot through his child.

"Are you planning to step on us?"

Loki began to walk foward, continuing his quarrel with the man as Enola analysed the room. The man with the eyepatch would occasionally look from Loki to Enola, judging the challenge ahead of him. Enola starred back at him, judging everything they could about their new opponent.
His demeanor oozed with confidence. He kept his composure, but they knew he was intimated by the precense of the Gods.
Their attention came to the blue storm swirling behind the man, slowly becoming more harsh. The pieces soon clicked in Enolas head.

"Father, he's stalling."

Loki shot Enola a look.

"This place is going to collapse."

Loki looked to the man with the earpiece before he quickly shot the eyepatched man, sending him falling to the ground with a groan. As Enola walked passed the man, they found themself unfazed by the scene, as she watched him lay on the floor in pain- a small amount of blood already beginning to seep through his fingers.
Loki, along with their new 'partners', pushed passed Enola in a hurried attempt to escape the building. Enola watched as their father walked in front of her, acting as though she wasn't even there. Despite the feeling of doubt in their stomach, Enola moved up to Loki's side, walking alongside their father in silence until a small groan escaped him, as he nearly fell forward, only barely catching themself. One of the accomplices placed a hand at Loki's back, steadying them, as Enola looked up to their father- A small amount if worry beginning to fill them. They opened their mouth to speak, but quickly closed it as tbey returned their attention ahead of themself.

'Should I say anything?'

Enola thought, remembering how many times they'd been silenced by him.

"I'm fine."

Enola's head snapped back to their father, who continued to look forward, a stern look on his face.

"Let's just get out of here."

Enola looked ahead once again, the worry from before now long gone.
He wasn't fine. It was painfully evident.
But if they didn't want to say anything, who was Enola to make him?
Enola found themself walking faster, anxious to finally leave the confines of the building and see their future kingdom.

"Let's get going then."