Twelve

A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07

My mom's okay, hasn't got her taste back yet though. The meds to get rid of the symptoms are really strong though, so she's feeling weakness almost the whole day. She'll be home in 3-4 days, in home quarantine.

Thank you for all of your well wishes!

Read on!

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After advising Heimdall to stay vigilant, I turn around and look towards the Bifrost Bridge. The bridge was several miles long, leading from the Observatory to the Royal Palace, with just a few stops in between.

The teleportation spell that I felt being cast, dropped it's caster and other two allies at the point where land met Bifrost. However, while all three of the enemies were invisible, one of them was hidden even from me.

I just knew they existed here, somewhere, but I couldn't tell anyone exactly where they are. Which is concerning, to be honest.

Seeing the two invisible beings walk towards me, I point my fist towards them, and fire a magic spell at them. The spell travels at multiple times the speed of sound, and crashes into a Magical shield spell cast by the Magician of the group.

Thankfully, I had already expected it, and cast the spell with that thought in mind. The spell explodes on the shield, sending two now visible beings flying back.

The male, a 7'5, bald headed one, drops down on one knee, and uses an axe, digging it in Bifrost, to keep himself on the Bifrost, while the female one casts some sort of spell to make herself float just a few steps behind herself.

"Amora, and Skurge. Guess that answers which side of the war you're on." I say, preparing myself for a fight with two very competent enemies.

Amora and Skurge. Lovers, allies, and both of them enemies of Thor. One a witch of phenomenal strength, enough that she is called The Enchantress, while the other is a physical fighter with the strength equal to that of a Storm Giant.

Amora looks me over, and says, "The Jordson. You should not have interfered in our goals, child. Ragnarok is none of your business."

As she floats down, back towards the Bifrost, Skurge joins her by her side, dwarfing her 5'10 with his 7'5 height completely, and grunts, hefting his Bloodaxe on his shoulder.

I look them both over, doing my best not to pause on her amazing body, and say, "Well, this is actually my business. Asgard and I had a deal, you see."

"What deal?" Amora asks, tilting her head, as her fingers start twitching. So she's stalling for time.

I smile, and say, "The deal was related to Nunya, Enchantress."

"Nunya?" Amora asks, looking confused.

"Nunya business, woman." I say, and at the same time, both of us cast our spells.

Amora's spell calls up thick chains made of Asgardian steel right from under the Bifrost. All 12 chains move at untold speeds towards my location, surrounding me from every direction.

Meanwhile, my spell creates an impenetrable shield all around me. This shield is my personal invention. It can block anything and everything, no matter the density, as long as it is an object, and not a Magic spell.

These chains, even if called by magic, are Physical objects. So, as one, the twelve chains crash into the spherical shield that surrounds me, sending barely a ripple in the shield.

It wasn't all though, once the chains strike my shield, they shiver a little, and then fly towards Amora, the spell having gone from her control, to mine.

Amora clicks her tongue, and flies upwards, the chains following her to try and strike her. I see her become invisible and replace herself with a good illusion, but I don't get fooled by it and continue attacking her actual body.

Suddenly, the shield around me cracks, from the hit by the mighty Executioner's axe. I drop the shield, and summon my own axes to my hands. Skurge is decidedly bigger than me, but not necessarily stronger.

He's a Storm giant-Aesir hybrid, and hence, stronger than both normal giants and Aesir. So it was, that when I first try to block the downward swipe by Skurge's axe with Astrapi, my axe goes down, and I get a cut on my Vibranium armour.

His axe was sharp enough, and his hit strong enough, that his axe cut through my armour, and even scratched me a bit. Taking a step back, I dodge his second swipe, and increase my strength using my Magic, as he continues to try and hit me.

"You're good." I say, dodging a swipe to my head, as my body starts getting stronger. I suddenly lift my right hand axe, and stop his axe in it's place, as it was about to hit my neck. Smirking, I add, "But I'm better."

And then, I pull his axe forward, making Skurge lean down due to lost balance, and jump up, landing my armoured knee on his face.

Skurge stumbles backwards, just a few steps, but that is enough for me, and I point my Ànemos at him. Before Skurge can recover, I fire a thick bolt of lightning at his chest from Ànemos.

"AAARGHHH!" Skurge yells, twitching from the lightning, and drops down, still holding the Bloodaxe.

Keeping the lightning going, I throw the axe at him, aiming to behead him in one shot. Surprisingly however, Skurge disappears from his place, making Ànemos cut through the air.

Skurge reappears above me, his axe held high, as he drops down to land on me. I back flip away from Skurge, as he lands on the Bifrost with his axe buried in it.

He growls, "You'll pay for that, Jordson."

I summon Ànemos back towards me, and immediately skip a step back, to see the spot where I just was turn black due to intense heat. Looking up, I see Amora the Enchantress, still as immaculate and sexy as ever, grinning at me.

I open my mouth to start a banter, but Skurge attacks me again, making me stop and focus back on my physical fight. Only this time, I also have to watch out for the Mystic bolts fired by Amora.

Suddenly, Skurge moves faster than before, and lands his axe right in my chest. I widen my eyes and look down, as blood leaks out of my mouth. The Bloodaxe had cut through my Vibranium armour, and was buried in my chest, cutting through at least 5 of my ribs.

"FUCK! Wh-how?" I choke out, simply staring at the Bloodaxe in surprise as well as horror.

Vibranium is the type of metal, that is really hard to cut when attacked from the front. Divine weapon or not, my Vibranium armour should have blocked the axe from penetrating so deep. Even if it was a conjured armour and not a forged one, it shouldn't have been cut so easily. But, I'd already experienced it being cut by Skurge once, so it wasn't that surprising.

What was surprising, was the phenomenal speed Skurge just showed. I knew he was at his full strength and speed before, and he just… doubled in both, right before this hit.

Skurge pulls his axe from my body, making me wince in pain, and kicks me away from himself. As my body starts healing, I look up at Amora, who lands near Skurge with a smirk on her face.

She says, "What happened, Jordson? Reactions not how they used to be?"

I rack my head, wondering what she could have done, willing my body to heal faster. Finally, as my Echolocation gives me an update about the rest of the fights, I notice something. Literally everyone was moving twice as fast as before.

Or.. I was moving slower.

I chuckle, not believing I almost fell for her tricks.

"You witch." I say, laughing a bit, and slowly stand up, my wound healed. I look at Amora, who was looking amused, and say, "You tried to make me believe that I was losing my touch, that I was being arrogant. But you just slowed the time around me down, didn't you? How did you even manage that?"

With a small pulse from my Cosmic Energy, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to do it's job, I get rid of the curse on me, and stretch my shoulder again. Now, Amora looks annoyed, and Skurge just starts running towards me again.

As Skurge and I continue our Axe fight, Amora's voice sounds, "You might not believe it, but the Sorcerer Supreme himself taught me this. But playing with time isn't the only thing he taught me."

Suddenly, between one hit and the other, I freeze in my spot, not unable to move. Unfortunately, that meant that I was unable to dodge the punch to my nose, that throws me backwards.

The punch brings me out of the paralysis spell, and I roll away from the Axe slash carried by Skurge.

This is getting really annoying.

Skurge and I once again begin fighting with our axes, with me unable to land a single hit, while Skurge hitting multitudes of them. It wasn't that I was weaker than Skurge, or slower. But Amora would interfere whenever I would be close to landing a hit on Skurge.

That interference would either lead to me dodging the woman's spells and curses, or me suffering through the aftereffects of some subtle spells, like the one that paralysed me for a moment.

One time she would slow down time around me, other times she would make Skurge faster. Then there were her Mystic bolts. Her Mystic bolts would burn whatever they touched, and my Divine resistance was not going to help in that. So, I had no option but to dance around, getting hit every once in a while.

Jumping back from another such spell, I spin around Skurge's punch, and land my elbow on the back of his armoured head. Once I'm behind Skurge, he spins his right hand behind, hoping to cut me with his axe.

Once again, I dodge, and go around him. He tries it again, and I keep dodging, staying behind Skurge.

And then, after 7 such dodges, I jump more than 10 steps back, and just stop, and focus on casting as many destructive spells, including lightning spells, at Amora, to keep her busy.

"SKURGE, NO! GET OUT!" Amora yells, as she furiously defends herself against my barrage.

Skurge widens his eyes, and bends his knees to jump away from that spot. It's useless, however, as a runic circle forms on the ground around his location, that freezes him in his place, barely an inch above the ground.

Another circle forms outside that one, and with a blinding flash of light, my blue flames appear and devour Skurge entirely, not even leaving his Axe behind.

"You tricked me!" Amora says, finally stopping her defence. My spells don't stop though, and one spell binds Amora's hands and legs with thick wooden bindings, and another creates a cut on her wrists, to stop her from forming any gestures for spells.

I nod, and pull Amora towards myself. She was attractive, far more than even the last Goddess of Love I'd done. I say, "You forgot, Enchantress, that even if I don't use it primarily, I am a Master of Magic."

"Runes, huh. Defeated by damned Runes." Amora mutters from her place in front of me, as she is on her knees.

Holding Amora by her hair, I pull at it to make her look at me, and say, "Your first mistake was fighting me. Your second mistake was trying to make me believe I was incompetent. And your last mistake was to show me Skurge's weaknesses. He's slow, and that was his undoing."

Amora glares at me for a moment, and then she smiles. She says, "Do you know what mistake you did?"

I say nothing, and keep looking into her beautiful blue eyes, unable to look away. Suddenly, she jumps up, her hands free of the bindings, and grabs me by my hair. Before I can recover from the hair grab, Amora pulls me down, and brings her lips to mine.

For just a moment, I freeze, not knowing what to do, but then, I start kissing her back, knowing that she's a beautiful woman, and I am lucky that I get to kiss her. Plus, she's a damn good kisser.

Amora slowly leans back from the kiss, making me sigh in disappointment. She smiles at me, rubbing my cheek, and I realize that my arms were around her hips, one hand holding her firm butt.

Amora pecks me on my lips once again, and says, "Your mistake was allowing me to touch you."

I don't understand what she means however, and I ignore it. My hand pulls her towards me again, and I bring Amora once more into a kiss, this time, not allowing her to get away from me.

"Jordson, wai-" Amora says, trying to interrupt, but I was too much in love with her to stop kissing her. And I was too much busy to listen to her speak.

She doesn't even get to get a word in, as I keep kissing her furiously, right on the Bifrost.

I love her, Amora. She's the most beautiful person I've ever met.

'But what about Hathor? Branwen? Aphrodite? Chhaya? Kali? Aren't they beautiful?' a small part in my mind whispers, making me angry.

No! Amora is the prettiest.

And I keep kissing Amora, to show her all my love.

'But aren't you hoping to court Chhaya? To marry her?'

As the small voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering traitorous thoughts in my mind, I suddenly stop kissing Amora.

And before she can even say anything, I hold Amora by the neck, using both my hands, and snap her neck like a twig.

"The bloody bitch hypnotized me using her saliva." I mumble, not believing I actually fell for that, and suddenly feeling dirty.

With a snap of my fingers, her body burns with blue flames, leaving just a scorched spot on the Bifrost behind.

She was the bloody Enchantress, the Seductress, and I allowed her to get close to me, to use her Seductive powers on me.

I hear the sound of chuckles, and see Heimdall right behind me. He says, "I was just coming here to free you from your.. predicament. But it seems you managed it by yourself well enough."

I scowl at him, and say, "You tell this to my mother and no one will ever know who Heimdall is during the next cycle."

Heimdall ignores my threat and just laughs, as he begins travelling back to the Observatory. I follow after him, hoping to get away from this place where I almost forced my mind controller to have sex.

I cannot believe I got mind controlled, and my first instinct was kissing my controller. I forced myself on her, and I'm just blaming the bitch. I've never done it, no matter how horny I was, unless it was Hathor. She got off on it.

Mind control made me impulsive, too much. And I hate it. Never allowing this to happen again.

Urgh, thank Queen it wasn't Loki that did it.

And this reminds me to work on my Mind Arts more again. If Amora can do it, let's just assume everyone can.

Heimdall suddenly stops however, making me stop too. I summon my axes back from wherever they had fallen, to my hands, and get ready, because something was coming. Something big.

And we get what we expected in the familiar form of the only daughter of Loki.

Hela. The Goddess of Death, and ruler of Helheim.

And she was just standing there, her Necrosword in her hand, with her back to the Observatory.

And in front of her, were us. Heimdall with Hofund in his hands, and I with my axes in my hands. Both of us staring at the most dangerous woman in the Galaxy, with a heavy amount of fear, and respect.p

"Shall we begin, dear Heimdall?" Hela asks, purring the question while taking a very sexy step towards us.

'What the fuck is wrong with me today?! That's Loki's daughter!' I yell in my mind, to myself.

Sorry Loki. Sorry Hela. Sorry.. Chhaya. Hormones.. yes, Hormones. Amora messed with my Hormones somehow. Yup. That is it.

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A/N: This chapter stops at the exact moment that Odin sees the Army of the Dead Aesir, led by Bor Burison.

I did not anticipate that Ragnarok will be so long in terms of chapters. At all. A lot of major fights are still remaining, so I'm just hopeful I don't ruin them all.

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