Hey! I'm still alive! I know I have been away for some time but I'm still around. Currently I am in a Loki state of mind which is why I am posting this chapter. For those who follow me, do not fret. I have most of The Scorpion's sequel written up and ready for typing. My brain just wouldn't let me finish working on it until I wrote toward this. I hope you guys like it!
Odin was wary. No, wary was a vast understatement. He sighed inwardly as he glanced to the horizon with his one good eye. It was irritating: this patch. He wished to be rid of it immediately. But that was not an option, not now. Deep down in his room lie the reason for his torment.
The real Odin. The all-father. HIS father.
When possible he shapeshifted back to his natural form as Loki, but that was when he was down in the chambers with his father where no one else could see. His father who lay in the great Odin-sleep and blissfully unaware of what was about to come.
Loki assumed that his father had fallen back into the Odin-sleep because of the loss of Frigga and, dare he say, himself. Odin had awakened early from his last Odin-sleep to settle Thor and Loki's squabble and then did not finish off his rest. Loki had seen his weariness when he was sentenced to that forsaken cell and even more so when he announced his own death disguised as some random guard. Loki had been looking for infinity stones or even the infinity gauntlet when he passed by his father's room. The loud thud had been ominous and Loki chose to sneak inside.
It was pitiful to see Odin on the floor sprawled out and in the Odin-sleep. Part of Loki wanted to leave him there. But he knew-knew that things could not go this way. Frigga was departed and supposedly so was himself, Thor was off on Midgard and if Odin were to fall ill….
Loki had shuddered at the thought of what would befall Asgard. After hoisting his father onto the bed, Loki shifted into his father's form and went to the throne room. He had to make the Asgardians believe he was his father for their own sakes. For his own sake.
Loki didn't care. Not in the slightest for any of the Asgardians who turned their back so quickly on him. Who worshipped his idiot brother when anyone with a brain could trip the lout up. No, it was simple preservation.
Loki eyed the sky again. He wished to warn the people but had no way of doing so. They would wonder how he knew and may become suspicious. He didn't need suspicion, he needed to have everyone believe him dead.
"What do your eyes see?" He stated as he realized Heimdall was behind him.
"Clear skies," Heimdall answered. A short pause followed by, "Thor continues to stay with the Midgardian."
Loki nodded, "It will pass."
It was midday and Loki had sent out his army for sparring activities. He commented on their overzealous celebrating of the aether had led them to grow large in their midsection and how that was unacceptable. Loki smirked at his scheme. 'The attack should come soon', he glanced at the sky, 'and they will be met with an army.'
He strolled back into the palace and began his rounds. He was trying to keep close to their defense, so that he may create the force field. It would not stop them but it would slow them down. He was on his way to grab some lunch when he felt the palace shake. Yells of soldiers reached his ears and he rushed to set up the defense. He drew his father's sword in case anything dared to cross his path.
As the force field went up, Loki looked out to see what to expect. His warriors were fighting below inside the force field. Outside the force field was a large Chitaurian ship which had hundreds making their way down to Asgard soil.
"Had to be Chitauri…." Loki frowned. He headed for the throne room in hopes he would not have to fight. Loki, in his own right, could take on these foes but it was something else to fight as someone else especially when he didn't possess his father's Odin Force. None the less, Loki took out five of the Chitauri on his way to the throne room. He didn't hardly look at them, just slashed them down their front.
In the throne room was a much larger Chitauri, a leader, Loki presumed. He raised his sword as did the Chitauri.
"Why have you come?" Loki questioned as Odin would have.
"Your time has ended," the Chitauri growled.
"Has it now?" Loki leapt forward and sliced. He was nearly cut by the Chitauri's sword as he was not able to move as quickly in this form. Silently he cursed his father's larger frame. After a few more strikes, the Chitauri's head hit the ground.
Loki turned to look for more but saw nothing. Then he felt a twinge. His eyes widened as he recognized it as a magic alarm he had set to keep anyone from entering Odin's room. He raced down the halls and hoped it was an Asgardian.
The Large Chitauri broke the door down. It was definitely held in place by magic, maybe a past spell done by the late Asgardian Queen. He sniffed the air and grinned. Odin was near.
He pushed further back into the room and found a door into the back bedchamber. It was covered with magic as well. Stronger magic that made the Chitauri frown. He raised his battle ax and began to hack away at it.
Loki's senses were going haywire. Something was at the back bedchamber where Odin was sleeping. Finding Odin there was going to raise a lot of questions or worse: result in Odin's death. 'Or possibly mine' Loki winced. He flew into the room just as the large creature made it through the bedchamber door. Loki swore in Old Norse. It was too late to put up an illusion. The damage had been done. He just needed to kill the bastard before he was caught.
As soon as Loki crossed the threshold of the room he threw his hand back and the door became whole. It slammed shut which made the Chitauri look back at the Asgardian. The Chitauri jerked its head back to the sleeping Odin and then looked to the shape shifter.
Loki smirked and raised his sword, he was not going to let the creature out of this room alive. The Chitauri turned and raised its sword to the Odin deep in sleep. Loki leapt forward, stopping the blade with his own. He kicked the Chitauri back. The Chitauri raised its clawed hand and Loki quickly moved back. But again he was prevented from moving at his top speed. Odin's bulkier frame was much easier to catch and Loki winced at the pain coming from his left arm. Warm blood trickled down and he frowned. This Chitauri was powerful. More powerful than it should be.
The Chitauri rushed Loki and managed to pin him to the wall, its claws at his throat. "You know not what you deal with Asgardian!" The Chitauri growled out in its language.
Loki smirked and let the illusion fall, "oh, I think I do." He sent a power blast to the creature and found himself free to move around again. Claws were out again but Loki was now able to move in his own form, able to move much more quickly. The giant creature seemed to just be trying to pin him in one spot. A well placed claw swipe and kick made Loki fall against his father's bed, his sword falling on top of Odin creating a slight cut on the elder's arm.
"Anytime you wish to wake up father…." Loki muttered. The Chitauri towered over them both. Loki pushed himself to his feet and gripped the creature's head with both hands. He quickly snapped its neck. The creature, with its head turned sideways wobbled and then grabbed Loki by the face and sent him across the room. Loki hit the wall with a crash and fell to the ground. He groaned and then looked up to see the Chitauri heading for his father once more. He could feel blood falling down the sides of his face and was pretty sure that was what was getting into his right eye at the moment.
Loki drew his knife and attacked. The blade entered the back of the Chitaurian's skull just as the Chitauria was about to strike Odin. As it was, the creature was frozen in place, its sword still held high. Loki reached down for another knife while holding the other knife in place. If he were to strike another pertinent area then maybe this creature would stay down.
Loki stopped. His stomach had just screamed out in pain. He tried to gasp for air but the pain prevented him. A second later he could hear the sound of metal slicing, his body being pulled forward slightly to the Chitauri. Loki's grip loosened on the knife embedded in the Chitauri's skull. He watched the creature fall down, Loki's knife still stuck in its head.
In front of him was Odin, alive and awake. Odin, who was now wielding his own sword that was covered in blood. Loki's head began to spin as realization hit him: Odin had just run him through with the sword. Loki's hand shot to his bloodied stomach and he fell to his knees. He wanted to vomit. Everything was spinning and getting dark. Loki held his stomach, willing his magic to stop the bleeding. Willing it to keep him alive.
He could see Odin step forward. Then everything went black.
Hopefully you liked my first chapter. I am going to work on the second one soonish, but I promised a friend I'd work on that sequel.
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