A Day’s Work - Pt.3
Part 1
Part 2
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: Some slight/implied language. Violence.
Summary: The Guardians of The Galaxy have been, well, guarding the galaxy on their own time. But when a handsome reward for the safe return of an Asgardian princess is released, they may get more adventure than they bargained for.
No Loki yet! Don’t worry. He’ll show up soon enough. ;)
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Sigyn pressed the other panels’ blue buttons as quickly as she could, making her way to the end of the hall. One by one, the cell doors opened, previous inmates flooding out.
The alarms blared.
"Time to go!" Rocket shot off, the other Guardians in tow.
Sigyn followed them - but noticed the panel of their cell. Stopped.
Sigyn Lokiwife of Asgard, it said. That was her name. Lokiwife.
She was married?
"Hey, princess! C'mon!" Quill yelled, ready to come back for her. She turned, snapping out of her trance-like focus on the panel. Caught up with the Guardians and stayed close to them as they ran through the ship.
"Any ideas where the armory might be?"
"How about we just ask them for directions?" Rocket snapped as a group of the bounty hunters sprung from behind a corner. Drax tackled one, Gamora running in to attack another. Rocket and Groot took another. Sigyn jumped, staying back as Peter reluctantly took the last one, socking him in the jaw. The Guardians made quick work of the bounty hunters, taking their blasters. Peter panted after the fight, holding his newly-borrowed blaster close. "About that armory..." Somehow, among the ruckus and chaos, the Guardians found the armory - more of a messy storage room, in truth - and grabbed their belongings. Sigyn stayed to the side, still mulling over the panel's words.
Wife.. Someone's wife... Did her husband miss her?
Did he love her?
Did she love him?
"You okay there, princess?" Peter glanced at her, clicking a small device to his hip. She met his gaze.
"Fine. Just ready to be out of here." She smiled weakly. “Can I help..?”
"Uhh..” He looked down at their weapons, then at Gamora, who gave him a look. Back to her. “Just stay close.”
Sigyn’s shoulder drooped.
“All right, let's haul out." He nodded to the group, grabbing his blaster. They left the armory - and were immediately met with a dozen or more bounty hunters, all guns trained on their position. Groot, seated on Rocket’s shoulder, reached over and pressed the device on Peter’s hip.
Click.
((if you want to follow along with music for the full experience, queue Take A Chance On Me - ABBA right about now ;) ))
Music began blaring from the device.
“If you change your mind, I’m the first in line!”
"You know the drill, Guardians!" Peter triggered a helmet to cover his face.
“Honey, I’m still free. Take a chance on me!”
"Hey, Drax?" Rocket grinned, "Bet'cha I can take out more of ‘em than you can!"
"Is that a challenge?" Drax pulled out dual knives. Sigyn's eyes widened and she moved closer to Quill, staying just behind him.
The Guardians charged.
They ran to the beat of the music, practically plowing through the droves of bounty hunters - Peter leading the way. Rocket grabbed pebble-sized bits of metal from his belt, tossing them out onto enemies. With a grin, he clicked a remote - triggering colorful pink and orange explosions all around them. Several bounty hunters gagged on the colored gas. He then jumped on Drax’s shoulders, then onto more enemies, weaving among them. Groot, still clinging to his shoulder, released a fierce little battle cry.
They shot past Gamora, who impaled a hunter on her sword. He spat out blood before she tossed him away, meeting her next foe with a lethal slice across the chest. She turned, bashing the blaster of another hunter up just as he fired - hitting a wire that supported beams above, causing the heavy beam to swing down in front of them.
“Stop!” Peter slid to a halt as the beam groaned, colliding with a handful of the bounty hunters...
“Now!” he called, the Guardians hopping past the beam just before it swung back over their path.
They rounded a corner. Down the hall, another crowd of bounty hunters was advancing on them. Past their shoulders, a large, open hangar housed countless ships. In the distance, the Milano.
The door behind the hunters slammed closed.
“How many you got, Drax?” Rocket grinned, already poised to throw another round of grenades.
“Thirteen.” The giant man rolled his shoulder, brandishing his knives.
“Awh, that’s cute. Got fifteen myself-”
“I am Groot!”
“Well, we’ve got fifteen. But who’s counting?” Rocket tossed the grenades, downing a handful of hunters.
“We are!” Drax charged into the fray.
“Aren’t there more pressing matters at hand than games?” Gamora shouted, stabbing one of the hunters in the leg, then the chest.
The group made their way down the hallway, Sigyn staying close behind Peter - and dodging blaster shots from the enemies, silently lamenting her lack of a weapon. Peter shot one enemy in the neck, then grabbing his arm, swung him around and, using him as a sort of shield, shot two others. He dropped the limp body, then triggered his mask to disappear, revealing his face. He caught Gamora’s eye, giving her a cheeky wink. She rolled her eyes, but not without a small smile.
They reached the blast door.
“All right, let’s pry this sucker open.” Rocket walked over to the controls.
Immediately, Drax grabbed the door and with a roar, pried it open. The others stared at him.
“What? He said pry it open.”
Sigyn giggled slightly. “Well... He’s not wrong.”
((music ends here!))
~~~~ They made a beeline for the Milano.
"Okay, guys, let's get out of here ASAP," Peter sat in the cockpit, having just finished releasing the Milano from the various tethers that held it in place. "No telling who might show u- Awh sh-" Another large group of bounty hunters rushed into the hangar. Alarms blared louder as the Milano took off.
"They must have sensors up!" Rocket snarled when the Milano shook from the impact of a blast, "Punch it, Quill!"
Before them, the main doors to the garage were starting to close as another ship was brought in.
"Hold onto something, this is gonna be rough!" Peter slammed the shift forward. Sigyn clung to a seat, yelling along with the others and the Milano lurched, then jumped into a high-speed escape. Other, slightly smaller ships around them rose, chasing them, grappling hook-like guns loaded and ready, already shooting at the Milano.
"C'mon- C'mon! We can make it!"
“Peter, we can’t!” Gamora screamed. The ship rocked as hooks made impact, mercifully sliding off without taking hold.
“We can!”
The opening before them was getting smaller... Smaller...
Ting!
They sped through the door just in the nick of time. Behind them, explosions sounded as the enemy ships crashed into their own mothership's door - and each other.
"Ha!" Peter let out an almost maniacal burst of laughter, the rest of the Guardians cheering loudly. Even Sigyn cheered, whooping once. The Milano, still at a considerable speed, shot out into space.
"Oh, thank goodness.." Sigyn breathed, "That was- that was incredible! Is this normal for you? Escaping captors? Close calls?"
"Well, now that you ask-" Rocket started.
"Don't even, Rocket, don't even." Peter cut him off.
"What? I was just answering the lady's question." He grinned.
"No, you were definitely about to rat me out."
"Was not."
"Yes you were." Once they were out of range of the enemy ship, Peter slowed the Milano, flipping a few switches. "What's the quickest way to Asgard?"
“Ehh, there’s a few ways. You could always let me drive...”
Sigyn glanced at Peter.
Sigyn Lokiwife of Asgard. Asgard, whatever it was, must be home.
She excused herself and stepped back into the main room of the Milano, staring down at the table, arms crossed.
Would the people there hate her, if she didn't remember them, or would they understand?
Did they care for her in the first place?
She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander. Surely, there was some memory she still held, even something faint...
Asgard. What was Asgard?
She furrowed her brow. Gold. Asgard has gold. Sun. Warmth. Smile. Her heart fluttered. Something about Asgard made her feel lighter... Excited?
"Feeling overwhelmed?" Gamora walked in.
Sigyn gasped and turned to her, eyes open. She swallowed, and managed a tiny smile. "A little."
The alien walked closer, stood across from her. "I don’t blame you. Not everyone’s used to such.. Intense fights. We'll return you home safe."
Sigyn nodded, pursing her lips.. "About that, are... Look, I know you think I was given some sort of - something - to make me forget. But I can hardly remember anything about this Asgard place. I.. I’m not so sure I belong there."
"You're the princess. You belong there. And I doubt your husband would take kindly to you being away from him much longer."
"He's protective?"
"Notoriously. There’s several million units being offered for your safe return; no doubt, he had a hand in that."
So he does care about me.. Unless he's just an over-protective, overbearing jerk...
I guess we’ll see.
"You're all returning me for the sake of a reward, then?"
"Yes."
Sigyn nodded. "Well, I'd probably do the same.." Would she? "...I think."
Gamora pursed her lips slightly. "You should start remembering soon.. Even the most powerful amnesiac gases only last a few days, maybe a week at best."
"How long will it take to reach Asgard?"
"Depends on if we have to stop for fuel, or hit another detour... I'll let you know."
Gamora left, walking back to the cockpit. Sigyn took a seat and, sighing quietly, mulled over what little she could remember of her apparent home.