Author note: LOKI!
Disclaimer: I own not but the plot… no gods and no Hawkeye unfortunately.
I hold back the chuckle that wished to escape as I stare at the Man of Iron and the Man Out of Time. Foolish mortals, they bicker and argue but I knew they were suspicious; I did surrender after all. I knew they would come. I didn’t even give them a good fight, I could best them in any and all combat if I so choose, but I need to cause a little chaos first.
The plan was going smoothly till the storm began and thunder echoed angrily across the sky. I could not understand how he could be coming with the Bifrost in shatters on the edge of Asgard.
“I don’t remember it being ever that easy. This guy packs a wallop.” I smirk at that, I had to give credit to the Soldier. HE could fight well and has strength near Asgardian levels.
“Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What’s your thing? Pilates?”
Oh how foolish they are, droning on and on of meaningless things. Did they not understand the danger escalating around them? Oh how I would give to have… no, I would not remember my sister, she would be furious with how I have become.
But it is too late, I could not fail this quest for I knew my fate lay in the hands of the Titan and if I were to fail, I would be crushed.
“You, Reindeer Games, what is you…” The Man of Iron began, his words trailing off as the ship rattled with the force violently. My eyes shot up out of the top windows as the familiar crack of my brothers power echoed.
“Where is this coming from?” The woman, the black widow asks warily which amuses me greatly.
Another rumble echoed, this time closer and I knew he would be coming for me. The foolish idiot truly thinks I could be saved, that I would be willing to forget this mission and return home with him. There was no home for him now.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little lightning?” I cast a look towards the soldier, unable to hold back my wariness; this was not part of the plan.
“I’m not overly fond of what follows.” I reply, my eyes tearing away from their nervous forms to that of my oncoming brother, I could see him; his shadow growing closer in the rain.
Fear churned in my chest as the ship rocked once more, my eyes locking onto the now lowering door while the Man of Iron nears it. Almost laughing as he gets repelled back quite painfully by Thor, though my amusement did not last long as I came face to face with my angry brother, his hand wrapped around my neck in warning.
“No… no!” I grunt as he moves us, throwing us both out of the jet and into the air. I hated when he did this, the fear of falling new since I fell from the realm of Asgard.
I felt my body slam into the earth, pain wracking through me with the force he threw me. I couldn’t help but laugh at the familiarity of it, him always being the forceful one and tossing me to the ground.
“Where is the Tesseract?” He demands, bringing forth another chuckle.
“I missed you, too.” I chuckle out, knowing it would aggravate him more. A humble Thor is an impatient one; even more so when he knew what the Tesseract is for. Protecting his realm, his pathetic mortal love.
“Do I look to be in a gaming mood?” He yells furiously, his voice booming across the mountainside.
Wincing I push myself up, forcing out a laugh. “Oh, you should thank me. With the Bifrost gone how much dark energy did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you here? Your precious Earth.”
I knew the second I felt him drop his precious Mjonir and the mountain quake I had upset him more, the proof of this is his hands grasping me and lifting me to my feet furiously, his hands grasping the back of my neck tightly. I had waited for the punch to come but was mildly surprised it didn’t.
“I thought you dead.” He confesses, drawing amusement up in me.
“Did you mourn?” I ask, more curious than my intended mock.
“We all did. Our father…” Rage, he was not my father.
“Your Father.” I point out, jerking myself free from his hold. “He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?” I ask turning my back on him, walking further down the mountain in slight pain. I knew I had hurt his feelings and I could not conjure an ounce of care for the fact. Thor and I were never close.
“We were raised together, we played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?” He asks desperate, causing my rage to boil over.
Together? Is that what he thought all that mattered? That I would remember the good times he listed and kneel before him for forgiveness? I was never his equal, no matter if we were raised together. I and Isibel always were living in his shadow, living in the darkness our father created. He threw me into the abyss, throwing me to the titan that lived in the darkness on the other side. It was he who started all of this.
“I remember a shadow.” I spat out, turning to face him in my rage. “Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I was and should be king!” I spit at him, hurt and furious as the memories of my youth came forth.
Even you who stands in Thor’s shadow receive more love than Ifrom our king, so I am leaving; he wishes naught to have adaughter so I shall give himthat wish… Be true to yourself frjáls bróðir.
I shook the memory away, the words of my sister’s soft pained voice from my mind. I glare up at the brother she had loved and one of the reasons as to why she had left. She was my only friend, she knew my very soul and heart and judged me not of my ill thoughts towards our brother. Yet she left, leaving me with words and a sad goodbye, I could not hate her for leaving, could not envy her pain.
“So you take the world I love as recompense for your imagined slights? No, the Earth is under my protection, Loki.” He warns me and I couldn’t help but laugh at his foolishness.
The earth was his but his reign, his protection did nothing. He did not protect them from themselves, treating others as cattle. It is why I wish to rule them, show them the meaning of freedom; they would know the meaning of pain and just.
“And you’re doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves, while you idly threat. I mean to rule them. And why should I not?” I chuckle out, finding his look of shock amusing.
“You think yourself above them.” He states stunned causing my brows to shoot upwards at his idiocy. Of course I thought myself above them, I was and am a god, they are nothing but ants.
“Well, yes. Of course I do.” I informed him slowly, patronizingly. I turn my back on him once more and made my way back up to where he had thrown me.
“What would Isibel think of you now? She would be ashamed of this; you know her thoughts on those who think…” He began, stopping as I turned on him and let out a snarl of fury.
“You dare to throw my sister in my face? You think I know not of what she would think? She would be mad and yet would understand. She never judged me for my pain and ill thoughts; she was the one who kept me sane!” I roar, moving forward towards him.
“She was our elder! She too lived in your shadow! She left because of you and our father.” I spit out, unleashing my pain and the truth I held close.
He stumbled back in shock; no one but mother, I and Odin knew of the reason why she left.
“So do not utter her name in my presence, she is gone.” I spit out furiously. “I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it… I will be king!”
My words knocked him from his shock, causing him to rush forward and grasp my arm, shaking me slightly. “Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream! You come home. We will find our sister together, all will be forgiven.”
Pain bloomed in my chest, pain and hope. But I could not, no; I needed to complete this quest. No words of finding my sister, or returning home would steer me away. There was no hope, no kindness or love. No finding Isibel.
“I don’t have it.” I tell him, holding back the emotion in my words; watching as he steps back furious and conjures his Mjonir. “You need the cube to bring me home, but I’ve sent it off I know not where. No words of hope will stop this, no promises of finding Isibel because…” I state, trailing off when the Man of Iron crashed into him; sending them tumbling to the ground below.
“… because she is dead.”
Author Note: Okay so here you go, I hope I did Loki justice. He is a little unstable in this, till later of course when he sees Isibel.