My Essence to Take

Disclaimer:I do not own anything that relates to Thor or Marvel. I only own my own ideas.

Note:This story is based on a dream that I had that I thought was pretty interesting. So this is me elaborating that dream to hopefully make it into a good read

Loki grew up constructing silver spider webs of lies, and the smoothness of each one falling from his lips felt so natural that he had forgotten what a lie sounded like. He had forgotten so much so that he did not recognize them as they flowed into his own ear, and still out of ignorance and bliss he listened. He listened to each one that came to him in his dreams and those that ominously filled his ears when he was awake. Loki didn't understand if this was his own mind, or of other's doings but still he listened.

His heart still raged with his father's ignorance and stupidity in not telling him the truth about who he was, and as he fell down into the abyss of darkness his heart swelled and his eyes filled with liquids he could not understand. The despair pulled him down; it pulled him down harder that the gravity that carried him into nothingness that shown the faint gold light of Asgard fading away from him. His life was gone and he had nothing to live for. Despair pulled him slowly until there was no light to look back onto and only the words that filled his head reminded him that he was still alive and not tormented in the lands of Hel.

The words sounded sweet, spoken like from the lips of a woman, and often reminded him of his mom, but the words were evil, and fill Loki's mind with unsavory wrath. This was wrath he could soon not control. The words knew him so well, better than he could know himself, and spoke of destruction. Destruction to his home, and everything that the people who had let him down had ever loved. But mostly, the words spoke of revenge on his father. Sinister plots betrothed him that were not entirely his own but of the words, and all ended the same way: the death of the man he had called father.

Loki listened and fought, and gave in but fought once more. The emotional turmoil was too much, and the words became his being. He did not know how long he had listened to these words, or how long he had been gone. Loki had wanted to die, and so far it was not working. His plan had not worked. And eventually, giving up all he knew about himself, Loki gave in. He gave into the words that threatened his sanity so, and started to agree, he agreed with this woman of his conscious.

Loki slipped into sleep once more and awoke to stand before the woman of his conscious, all he had grown to know and love. She swayed like mist before him and he knew that her presence was not real, but she in herself was. He stared in awe at the translucent body that owned the words he had known so well and was daunted by her beauty. Her russet curls flowed down her shoulders and framed her bosom. Her long velvet green dress swept the floor and was lined with gold around her feet, floor length sleeves and slightly cupped neckline. Loki knew that if he had ever taken the form of a woman, he would look like this, ever strengthening his idea that this was his conscious.

"How does it feel to see me now, though I am not in my full glory?" her words were cream, and washed over Loki as if coming from all sides of his own being. "Loki, do you love me?" The question felt strange, but he felt that if he chose to love this woman he would in turn love himself. He nodded slowly and her mist rushed up to him, now baring a hand that cupped his face. "Perfect." Her words purred of her tongue as she got close enough to kiss him, but faltered, and her mist swayed back to allow separation once more. "Then I think you are ready now to do what has to be done. You shall kill your father. He has done nothing but hurt you, and your brother."

Loki's heart stung at the thought, no, realization that Thor was being hurt by Odin as well. Something had to be done. Loki would save his people, and his brother, and have a home again. "Loki," her words crept up his spine tickling his eardrums, "I have a plan. You shall kill your father and reap the benefits of saving everyone you once loved."

"Wait," Loki's voice was low and rough from lack of use, "I have to know if you love me as well." Loki wanted her to love him as well so he could feel a sense of equality between them. The woman swirled around him and Loki could feel his hair dance on the back of his neck. Her soft laugh fluttered to emptiness of the air and she stopped before him again.

"Why, yes, Loki my love. I live for you." She raised her hands and placed them on his shoulders. "Now listen to me, I need you to be bound by contract before I can help you do this."

"Contract? How can I bind a contract with my mind?" Loki watched as she swayed back again and burst into a fit of giggles.

"Loki," cream poured over him again, and suddenly he felt lighter, "do you trust me or not." Loki paused, but nodded again. "Good, my love." The woman pulled out a silver dagger and dragged her hand over Loki's chest, removing the clothing he had on. She raised the dagger with an evil smile curled on her lips and plunged it into his heart. Loki screamed in agony and his knees buckled, letting him hit the floor. Pain seared through his chest and he felt up to his chest to remove the intrusion. Looking down he saw the dagger fade into red mist as serpents of red magic weaved in and out of his skin. And then slowly he felt an evil grow inside of him, to the point where he didn't know it as evil, but as himself.

Loki stood up as black thickened his heart and looked down on the woman with loving eyes. She smiled and laughed again, caressing his face with a now solid hand. "Thank you for restoring me, now fulfill the contract." Loki reached down caressing the woman and pushed a hard, lustful kiss on her lips. He then nodded, her plan had already filled his mind. Her presence had felt even stronger within him replacing all memories with nothing but love for her and hate for his father. He knew how to kill Odin, but one thing was still needed.

"I need the weapon you have promised me." Loki's words pooled with evil, not sounding like himself, but everything other than his love for her and his hate for his father was now unrecognizable. He saw nothing else but his goal for her, no, himself.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She cupped her hands together and her red magic began to swirl. She pulled her hands apart, slowly revealing the blade that was to be Loki's. The silver sword had a one sided blade, black wrappings around the handle and ended with a silver flat capped pommel. It curved out slightly at the tip and had a length of green pooling magic along the blade. Its sharp character and sinister embellishment made it look fierce along with its sharply bladed rain guard. Loki picked it up greedily, imagining it covered in Odin's blood. He slid it into the small scabbard that appeared on his waist, along with the rest of his clothing, that reduced the weapon to nearly nothing but the hilt.

Loki knew what he had to do and nodded towards the woman. Her red magic washed over him, sending Loki back to Asgard.

To be continued...

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