One more Night to live Chapter 1 pt 5

When Annabel woke up, she noticed that she somehow had made her way into her room because she laid on her bed,  wrapped in a fur. It was dark outside, no star enlightened the night or the sky. She turned around to look into the beautiful sleeping face of her fiancée, but there was no one she could have looked at. With a soft scream, she sat up. He still wasn´t there.
 Suddenly, the dark around her seemed to reach for her eyes, while the icy cold choked her lungs and stabbed her heart.
 Traitor.
“NO!” she screamed and jumped out of the bed, her arms pushing against the shadows that longed for her. “No, leave me! Leave me alone!” she turned around, pushing her fists into the dark. “Get away from me!”
 Traitor.
God of Mischief.
 “Please,” she cried, tears filling her eyes again, and she covered her ears with her hands. “Stop it! Please! Stop!”
 Murderer.
“NO!” Another cry left her mouth, then she broke down, collapsed in front of the bed, covering her head with her arms, sobbing again heavily into her long curls. “Go away,” she cried into the night, trying to get rid off the horrid nightmare Heimdall had put into the head of the young woman. “Please, leave me alone…”
 Suddenly, the dark was lit by a torch and seconds later, Kat sat beside her, wrapped her arms around her friend and tried to calm her down. “Annabel, relax,” she said, but she already knew her strength of calming down someone was limited. “Please, everything is okay…”
“He is gone,” Annabel sobbed. “He is gone and he won´t return!”
 Kat frowned and sighed. “Annabel, Loki is looking for our four guys,” she then said, obviously not aware of what Heimdall really had seen. “He will be back soon.”
“You have no clue,” the young woman cried. “Heimdall can´t see them anymore! You understand? HE CAN´T SEE THEM!”
 “I…” Kat bit her lip, suppressing a scream when she realized what that meant. “I am sure they´re just…”
“Just what? Just- mocking us?” Suddenly, Annabel lifted her head and looked angrily at her friend.
 “No, not mocking us,” Kat said fast, but she already had gotten her friend enraged.
“Do you think so, too? That Loki, as the God of Mischief, is not able to stop being evil or what? Is it that what you think? That he finds it funny to disappear into the Nothing?”
 “Annabel, I…”
“You have no clue about him, do you? No, how could you, you were gone for some time!” Annabel now shouted. “And how could you know that Loki is the kindest, funniest and bravest person that had ever dwelt under the sun and stars?”
 “God damn it! Annabel, I didn´t mean to say anything like that, okay? And please, go on, go on shouting at me, because then I have a reason to go immediately since no one else in Asgard knows me, and I could search for the man I love!” Kat yelled, now losing her control as well. “I would never want to harm you or Loki, I know how he is, believe me!”
Annabel looked at her friend. “I am sorry,” she then whispered. “God Kat, I am sorry, it´s just too much for me… you have no idea of what Heimdall told me…”
 “I am sorry, too,” Kat murmured, massaging her forehead. “I really did not want to say anything like that, I was just thinking of what they could do to disappear from Heimdall´s view.” She sighed. “What did he tell you?”
Annabel raised her head, looking up into the dark. “I have the suspicion that he told me about…” she broke the sentence and suddenly stood up. “Wait a second.”
 Kat remained sitting on the floor while her friend rushed through the room. “Blood red sun and falling stars, the world drowning into darkness,” she heard her murmuring loudly.
“Are you reciting Ragnarok?” Kat asked amused. “Not bad…”
 Annabel turned around. “What did you say?”
“I said- not bad..?!”
 “No, before that. You asked me if I was reciting something.”
“Yes?!”
 “What did you ask me exactly?”
“I asked if you were reciting Ragnarok,” Kat said.
 Annabel´s face went white as snow. “Kat,” she then whispered. “We have to find Loki. Immediately.”

“It is not quite as I remember,” Marco murmured while the four friends neared the once golden Halls of Asgard. Now, they were almost grey, broken, looked old and used, smoke raising from some of them.
 “Would be my guess, too,” Tuomas said. “What happened here?”
“It looks like after a war,” Jukka whispered, a chill creeping down his spine. Emppu was silent, but his eyes were wide with shock.
 “I just hope nothing happened to them,” Tuomas now added and sped up his pace a bit, only to be pushed back by one of the guards.  “Whoa, men, take it easy,” he snarled, earning an evil stare by the guard who had pushed him.
Sighing, they walked on silently. But everyone of them felt the atmosphere pressing on their lungs and hearts, making them choke. They all knew something terrible had happened, but they didn´t know what.
 The golden hall was in ruins when they reached it, the only thing that had remained was the huge golden throne, and even this one was covered with dirt and snow. It was freezing cold, even though a big fire was burning in the middle of the hall.
 A figure sat on the throne, but they couldn´t make it out clearly who it was- Annabel or Loki. But when they came closer, Marco could say it was a woman- it obviously had to be Annabel. The only thing he wondered about was why she suddenly had black hair.
 Almost 50 meters away from the throne, the men were stopped, still surrounded by the guards.
“It is so good to see you,” Marco now took the speech, “We have been in terrible sorrow…”
 “I am pleased to hear that,” the woman on the throne replied, but her voice was sharp as iron. “I can tell I am a bit surprised to welcome some… old friends. Especially you.”
With these words, she raised from the throne. Her slender body was dressed in a sparkling robe with the colour of sun beams, a fragile trail covering the floor behind her. The black hair felt over her shoulder in a long wave, and she stood at the edge of the stairs, looking down at the men.
Her eyes looked down on them, and found Tuomas.  
 “But I can tell you might not expect me.”