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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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Lochila was quite convinced that the artifact, piercing into the ground, was meant to be in Torunn's hands. The storms; the seemingly-heavy object that people cannot lift. It was a language that she was all-too familiar with; a very-similar scenario that Thor has gone through during his temporary banishment to the same realm. It became too much of a coincidence. She gave a glare at the man who was too impatient for the blonde to have her turn, but she watched her nonetheless. The wind's speed started to pick up, by the time she put a grip on the handle, and started pulling.

The thunder got louder by the time the sword was pulled completely out of the ground, and lightning began to flash much more frequently. Lochila felt her hair blowing in the wind, and she carefully made her way to the center of the crater, where the girl was standing. Looking from the object in Torunn's hand, to her face, she began to say something, but before she could, the sounds of a Quinjet sounded nearby, before noticing a few SUVs approaching the crater. A boom echoed in the sky, and the dark-haired woman looked up, and she saw a light. Gaping her lips, just slightly, in realization, she put an arm around the girl's waist, clinging her close. [color=00a651]"Hold on!"[/color], she told her, shortly before a bright light came shooting down, and surrounded the two of them. 

They were then shot up, leaving a blur, as well as a giant symbol on the ground, once the light disappeared.