The first rays of the morning sun were just about to reach the sky, as Loki took his place in the front line of his army. He placed his golden horned helmet on his head while watching the enemy lines marching closer and closer. His mind still hasn't settled since the happenings of the ball back in Asgard, but now he needed to concentrate. He knew he must face the consequences of his actions sooner or later, but not now.

At the moment the most important thing was to finally set you free. After all that happened, you may not forgive him, but he still owed you that. You were the one who tried to help him accept himself, and you convinced him that he's not a monster. Now he needed to do the same for you. For the one he still loved. A sweet yet painful mix of memories came up to his mind. Jotunheim was the place, where everything started. Your first kiss, you became a couple here, and the accident on the lake. It was strange that this was about to be the place where in a sense, things end too. His eyes were scanning the crowd for you, but there was no sign of any fire or you yet.

With a sigh he turned back to the army behind his back, waiting for his command. Many people were standing there in shining, golden armour, with fear and worry in their eyes. They held onto their spears, swords, axes or bows like it could fill their shaking soul with some courage. Loki felt the same. He was not ready for this. None of them was. This shouldn't be happening in the first place. Suddenly, he felt a big hand on his shoulder. Thor appeared by his side, with Mjollnir in his hand.

"Brother, you should say a few words to them. This is your army after all. They need you to fire up their spirit." The blonde god gave Loki a warm smile. The God of Thunder was always excited before the fight, he never said no to some smashing and crashing with his hammer. The God of Mischief was the exact opposite. He always prefered the power of words to pure strength and weapons.

"I don't think I can do this. I'm not a leader. I was the second, the bad in my whole life, how could I now stand in front of all these people and ask them to follow me? To trust me?" Loki didn't want to say it out loud, but somehow it burst to the surface and slipped out of his mouth. His silver-tongue seemed to fail him this time.

Years ago he sought power to prove himself, but that was the past. Since he had you in his life, he no longer felt like he has to prove anything. He felt loved and accepted for the first time in his life. But now, after what he's done he was insecure again. He betrayed the person he cared the most about. How could he be trusted again?

"We trust you, Brother. This is your land, your plan, and most importantly we are going into war to get back your woman. Look at all our friends and all these people. We are ready to do the right thing, to save our homes and to follow your lead."

As the raven-haired prince carried his gaze upon the crowd waiting for his orders, he realised Thor was right. These people came willingly to fight and die for the Nine Realms, and the Avengers were ready to stand by his side, and do everything they could for (y/n). Last year they became close to his heart thanks to you, even if he would never say it out loud. They became his friends, almost like a family. He owed these people to stand straight and to cheer them up one last time before they face death together. Loki looked the blonde god beside him in the eye and nodded. He took a few steps ahead, and faced his army:

"Asgardians, Vanirs and Jotuns! The fate of the Nine Realms and all forms of life in it is in your hands today! This alien form marches against us with the kin of Surtur, but do not fear them! This is not the end of time, not Ragnarok yet! Not, if we stand our ground and fight them back! Some of us will fall, but this is a good day to die, Valhalla awaits us! Endless mead and feast are waiting for the fallen, and children will listen to your ballads at night! Today we march into glory and write history! Are you with me?"

The crowd cheered. Soldiers were shouting and beating their weapons against their shields. They were fired up, and ready to fight.

As Loki signed, the attack began, the two armies collided into each other, and the sound of metal crashing into metal filled the air. On the ground, the Vanirs marched against the alien soldiers, while in the air Asgardian ships did their deadly dance with the enemy. From a nearby hill, a group of well educated elite archers were following Clint's lead, as they covered the soldier's back. The group of Jotuns with the Hulk broke in the front lines in the middle, and marched ahead, clearing the way for the remaining Vanir and Asgardian forces. So far everything went as planned, but the hardest part was just about to come.

Flames surrounded the battleground, as you marched into the middle. You were in your Muspel form, and you burned down everything in your way without thinking, and easily stepped over the dead bodies, as you strut with your axe in hand in the direction of the Avengers.

"Where are you, my friends? Come out and greet me!" you shouted while constantly shooting fire all around, killing as many people as you could.

Death followed you with every step you took. You were stronger than ever thanks to the Eternal Flame, and you rose high above everyone, just like Surtur himself back in Muspelheim. Your eyes were glowing with evil lights, there was nothing human left in them. Your true nature took over control and you were ready to set everything on fire and destroy the known world. Like father, like daughter. The ice and snow were already melting under the battlefield as the flames were rising higher and higher, and the temperature was rising. You needed to be stopped, or Jotunheim would collapse and melt away like it never existed.

Loki had mixed feelings when he first caught a glimpse of you. The God of Mischief recognised you immediately, yet still, there was something strange about you. You weren't yourself, and he had no idea how he could bring you back. He needed to win a little time, while they figure out how to take you down. But with every second they waste, you caused more death and pain and brought Ragnarok a bit closer.

"Guys, we need to stop her now, or she'll destroy not just our army, but whole Jotunheim!" he called the others. The Avengers quickly made their way through the fight and flames and surrounded you with weapons in hand. You were walking around, eyeing them like a wolf ready to attack. You were unpredictable and they had no idea if you would really hurt them or not.

"Oh my, the whole little group is here. Long time no see. Are you ready to play with fire?" your voice was cold and vile. Nothing like your old self.

"(Y/n), we are here to help you! We don't want to hurt you, please stop this madness!" Steve looked at you with his shield in his hand and ready to move, but his eyes were begging for you to surrender. None of them wanted to hurt you if not necessary.

"But I will hurt you." As the word left your mouth, a circle of high flames surrounded your friends, leaving no way to escape. "Now you will regret that you left me alone to die in that cell. You will regret what you've done to me. I am (y/n) Surturdottir, the Destroyer of the Universe, and will pray for me for your lives." With this, you shot a fireball at Steve, but he easily blocked it with his shield.

Loki's mind was racing, he had to find a way to distract you, and win some time to make a plan. He hoped that if you saw him and the others, you would break through the lies filling your mind and return to them. But it wasn't happening and he had to do something. He finally stepped in front of you, looking into your yellow eyes burning with hate:

"You don't have to do this. We want you to come home. I'm not going to fight you. I know you're in there and hear me. I still love you." While saying these words, he gave the others a look, hoping that they would understand and join in.

"I have no choice! I was made to bring the world down to ashes. This is my fate. You can't stop me. Come on, and fight! Be a man, Iceboy!" you smirked at him provocatively.

"You can fight this if you try, Lady (y/n)! Remember the good times with us. For example when you and Loki painted my hair blue," Thor stepped ahead. He understood Loki's plan, and soon everyone joined in.

*

You stood in the circle of flames surrounded by your so-called friends and lover. You were keen to finally meet and fight them. All this time you were waiting for this moment to watch them burn one by one, but now they refused to fight and ruined everything. They were instead telling you old memories like it could melt your heart away. Those times were over when they left you in that cell like an animal. There was no mercy, you wanted to fight. You wanted to fulfil your fate and make a new world to come. You attacked them, tried to provoke and tease them, but they refused to fight back.

While this was happening on the outside, in the back of your head your true self was trying to break free. You saw your friends and Loki. They were here, they didn't forget about you. You heard all the things they were saying about you, how they cared for you and wanted you back. How Loki loved you. It was enough to fire up your will to live again, to take a chance and try to break free. You were fighting hard to push back your dark persona, who was constantly shooting at the others. You wanted to make it stop before one of them gets seriously injured. You concentrated as hard as you could on their voice, trying to revive all the memories they were telling you. To find a way back to your old life and make the chaos in your head go away.

As you finally gained back control over your body you shook your head and looked around confused. You were standing in the middle of the battleground surrounded by flames and dead bodies. You saw Loki and the Avengers. You wanted to take a step, to tell them it's you and the fight is over, but suddenly you heard Tony shouting:

"Now!"

Heavy, cold snow covered and buried you under itself. It knocked you off your feet, and covered your entire body, pushing the air out of your lungs. They used your moment of mental fight and confusion and trapped you somehow under the snow. Your flames were slowly disappearing, and after a very long time, you were in your human form again. The snow was so cold, your limbs became numb and unable to move in seconds. You were trapped under the heavy snow. You tried to move or shout, but there was no voice coming out of your throat. The cold wrapped you around, and slowly everything became dark...