Word Count: 615
A/N: Day twenty three of a writing challenge.
Summary: Their eyes follow him as he shifts forms; he can run from everything, everything but them.
Thousand
When Loki changed his form, allowing his raven dark hair to lighten, a total of nine inches to disappear, and features to round out to form an unassuming man he lost them. Becoming invisible to those that would search for him; he could hide in plain sight from Thor, from Odin, even from Heimdall if he switched masks enough times.
But, he could never shuck off the heavy weight of their gaze. He was their killer, their executioner, their Reaper; so they would follow him, would watch as he destroyed more lives. And unlike those buffoons he could not ignore their stares. No, he was too dark to not feel their weighty looks as they followed him through his long life.
It had started off simply enough, the first set of eyes had been gained when he eliminated a man that would have harmed his daughter; that would of killed Hel. He cut that man down, ending his sorry life with quick precision. He became the first, but not the last. After him others began to gather, slowly Loki amassed an army that outnumbered the one he had led on Midgard. But these soldiers, healers, civilians were not his to command. Nay, they were their own creatures, whose sole purpose was to trail after him. Gazes weighed on him as they reminded him of what he had done, never allowing him to forget the blood that coated his hands.
He was the only one that seemed to have these followers; he had spent years traveling the nine realms in an attempt to find a kindred soul. At the stroke of the clock that signaled a century of searching he gave up; resigning himself to a immortal life cursed with his faults. Believing that the wisps that trailed after him would forever be at his side.
That was until he discovered the Tesseract, his father's finest creation. He had been raised on tales of his father's glorious deeds, but nothing could of prepared him for the might and splendor of the cosmic cube. It was magnificent, it lit the world, it forced them to disappear. He was free, finally, after age after age he was finally free!
Until he wasn't, when the cube was taken and he was forced on a mission for the being that wished to be Death's consort. He agreed to the monsters deal, because if all went according to plan then he would get the Tesseract. Midgard could burn and he would gain millions of other spirits but he would have the cosmic cube. The object that banished the wisps, it didn't matter if he added to the ranks now; all he needed was the Tesseract.
Loki paused, wondering why the ghosts that stalked him were gone. He did not hold the Tesseract, in fact, nothing of enormous power was near him. The only thing, or rather person, that was in the immediate vicinity was the Man or Iron, Tony Stark. Tony Stark who apparently had a mechanical heart, a heart that did not beat, but instead created pure energy; energy that pulsated with light and creation, enough to banish the shades that followed him. Loki stared in admiration at the machine, lost in its light.
Things blurred for him from there, nothing was set in time; everything a mere smear of thought. But, what brought him out of his stupor was the return of the wisps. They circled him, their eyes burning with disdain. The Tesseract and Stark's heart was not there to drive them away. They approached the god, hands made of shadow reaching out to grab him as they dragged him down into madness. Finally, he was theirs.