Welcome to Snippets! I've decided to just put a whole bunch of one-shots, that take place during the Avengers movie, in one place. Most of them won't be very long so why make a new story for each one?
"Sir. Please put the spear down!"
Spear? The Scepter. Loki looked down at the stone. It's center glowed more brightly than before. The Tesseract was feeding it, just as he had been told it would. Part of him had feared that it had been a lie. That he would come through the portal with nothing but an ornate blade. But he could already feel the power strengthening him. He reached out for his magic but found it empty. Frustration boiled within him.
So that was true as well. He would have to rely on power from the scepter to use his magic. The hatred for his former 'hosts' burned hotter. Without his magic he was empty, nothing. He had no delusions about his abilities. He fought well enough but it was his magic that set him apart, gave him the advantage over any thick skulled warrior.
And words. He could spin words as easily as breathing, he reminded himself. That he had to remind himself of this, was bothersome. His most known quality had been cast aside as nothing. Never before had his words helped him so little. His words may have been convincing enough to save his life but they had done nothing to stop the pain, the unnerving fear. Fear, which he would now use against these unevolved Midgardians.
You are nothing, Asgardian.They are nothing compared to his greatness.
You will always kneel, little prince. That is your place.He would show them their place, make them kneel before him. Have them realize what it is like to be powerless, weak.
He attention turned to the one who dared address him. Give up the scepter? Give up his connection to the limitless power of the Tesseract. His power? His eyes narrowed. He raised the scepter and it grew heavy with energy.
He would show them power.
