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Maybe you’re wrong Loki is ready for Calder, being wary, and setting up his shielding charm, as Calder doubles back. “Curse your Jotun magic!” screams Calder, backing up.           “That’s what you get!” snaps Sif. Loki’s charm is wavering. He’s still worn out from the teleportation magic, and Calder isn’t giving up.           “I don’t think so,” says Sif, stepping forward.           “You are a traitor, Lady Sif!” screams Calder, “A traitor to the throne!”           Lyd is silently watching, probably preparing an escape if he comes for her.           “So, what?” asks Sif, “You want anarchy?”           “No,” says Calder, “We want Odin or Thor, that’s all we ask for.”       ...

Ravagers of the Mind I wake up in a cold sweat. I must have been dreaming about something, but I don’t know what. It takes me a minute to realize that I’m still on Thor’s spaceship, and it all comes flooding back to me. How am I alive? How is anything okay? How is my body, my mind, anything still intact? I slowly sit up and look around, to see Thor and Lyd at the ship’s controls.           “I’m sorry if I ruined anything,” says Lyd, sipping on some sort of drink. “Y’’know, I mighta let some shit slip.”           “You were running for your life. And Ingrid wanted me to know anyway. We still need to find the soul stone and the time stone, not to mention getting the mind stone from the Avengers, that could be difficult, and finding a way to safely destroy them which is easier said than done.”           “Loki said he knew where the soul stone is,...

The Void “Gadalia, it isn’t going to work on them…”           “Leave them for now. Not like they can escape…”           “No, but what if they talk?”           “They won’t, Proxima says so.”           “Then being them to Mistress Proxima, Gemina.”           “I can’t. Proxima is back on Titan.”           “Stick them on your ship, I don’t care, as long as you leave Lydvor to me...”           The conversation feels unimportant, as I feel immobile, I don’t care what where they take us, a hundred thousand flaming knives… ***           “Get out!”           “You told me t...