To Swallow the Sun&Moon Whole
Summary: The events following his chosen exile from Asgard, Loki has become self-assured and aware himself. His playful mischief is beginning to change as he too grows even more comfortable with the idea that he no longer needs a mask to hide his true, malicious self from curious eyes. Though he toys with his the Midgardians, they are but warnings to Odin that he shall never achieve the peace among the realms he foresaw so long ago as long as Loki lives. But to meddle with Odin, Allfather, God of Deceit and Wisdom, and Father of Slaying, will yield its own deadly consequences, opening the realms to war and deadly alliances founded on both truths and lies.
Rating: R for violence, naughty language, and adult content. Adult content is not limited to but may include consented and forced sex, extreme violence and gore, incest, and etc...
Warning: Not a happy go-lucky redemption story. Character deaths will occur.
Main Characters: Loki, Thor Odinson, Odin, Sigyn Njordson, Byleistr Laufeyson, Fárbauti (Laufey's Wife), Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, and Om the Kitten.
Special Appearances: The Avengers and their favorite government babysitters.
Pairings: Loki/Sigyn, Thor/Jane, Thor/Sif (one-sided?), Fárbauti/Laufey, Odin/Frigga, Fandral/Darcy (maybe?), Byleistr/Sigyn, and Stark/All Females.
Setting: Post-Thor and Captain America
Special Thanks: Byebye-babeh and Alterik for referring me to the Book of Jotun for all things Jotun.
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AUTHORS' NOTE: (this is copy and paste from our AOL chat)
Veguard: So, I was talking with BBB about the story, and she was talking to me about how she was sad that she no more muse for her story but had no ideas for a new one yet. And I said maybe we should collaborate a story.
BBB: Of course, I was like, "FUCK YEAH!" But then like, "What about a plot?"
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BBB: Neither did I.
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"No, Loki," Odin spoke; his voice husky and dry, a mixture of bitterness and sour blood-or was it water in this case? Allfather rested his heavy, regretful, angry, and perhaps somber gaze down to Loki, Laufey's son, no, Odin's son. Still, Loki looked up to him, just as Thor and he had as boys, with those expressive, cunning eyes of a hawk. He, Loki, the one who could read anyone, could not read his father's eyes and find the intended meaning of the words in the dark windows to his soul. That was exactly it; he saw no light in his father's soul to welcome him home to his father's heart. All he saw was stoic man, holding on Thor again, and even with all the wisdom of the nine realms, still unable to comprehend whom that babe he rescued was as a man. The lines along his face were deeper and only made worse by the tight pull of his lips into a small, almost subtle frown.
Always, Odin had been lenient with him, Loki. He could have been banished from this realm many times over if Allfather had pleased. There were many more who would have banished him if they had been king of Asgard. Even the true son of Odin did not understand why his father was so soft on Loki. If Thor had committed such acts, there was no doubt that the arrogant prince might have landed in Midgard much sooner than now. The trickster wondered if Odin's mercy towards him was out of sympathy for his lineage as the son of a monster, to make up for what the Father of Slaying could not understand in his son, or simply to gain favor so he, Loki, would be—or would have been in this case—that loyal dog, pawn, in Odin's game of chest.
The trickster pondered for a few, fleeting moments, as to why he was casted aside to wither away in Asgard until he would pass onto Hel's Keep as an old, grey haired man. Was it because Odin did not understand him that he could not trust his own son—if Odin even still considered Loki a son at this point—or simply because somewhere in his life, he had wronged Odin enough to destroy his duty to Asgard and purpose in life.
Anyway which way, Loki cared not.
He loosened his grip, sliding down the staff.
"Loki, no," Thor rumbled. He did not need to look upon Thor, the crowned prince, the changed, merciful God to hear the desperate plea that came out of the fear love instilled in one's heart.
Allfather, he said nothing, as usual. Whenever he, Loki, did something wrong, Odin simply said nothing. He would have yelled at Thor till the halls of Hostage King Njord shook, but with Loki, he would just look at him with that pained expression on his lips, that confusion wrinkled on his forehead, and simple acceptance that Loki was far too gone to every change; he only could surmise that Odin gave up on him long before now.
Even now, Loki was positive that Odin would let this incident slip by without punishment.
He hated Odin's passive behavior towards him. Up until now, he did not realize how strong that loathing for the aged fool was in his heart.
Loki's large eyes came to a narrow point with a watery haze amplifying the jade hurt on his eyes. His mouth tightened; for once, he felt his silver tongue had no place in this moment. Words could not the bridge cap Odin had created with two simple, basic, and powerful words. The lump inside his chest was cracking his ribs and pressing down on his nauseated stomach. The aches from his white knuckles arched through the nerves along his arms, desperate for release.
Yet, in the moment he felt the blood beginning to drain out of his heart, he was much too aware that he did not want to go back to his "home;" he never wanted to see Asgard after today. His brows came together, causing the first hints of a readable worry to cloud the Allfather's dirty brown eyes. Loki could not escape the chemical, acidic burn feeling eating away at the outside of his heart as he realized Thor did not matter anymore. Well, he would matter, but not as a brother ever again—henceforth where the burning sensation came from within—but as meager, loyal dog to the God of Deceit. He did not want to be the equal of an insignificant dog.
No, he wanted to be Odin's equal.
But oh, he did not want to side with Odin, quite the opposite really.
Like lightening, this new, strange, enlightening sensation left him too acutely aware of the pull of the wormhole had on his skin, the weight of his armor pressing indents onto his unnatural, pale skin, the yanking of his hair, the struggling sounds coming out in groans and moans from Thor, and Odin's steady, calmed breathing. Loki's face relaxed with an acceptance. Oh, the sadness was there simply because those miserable feelings that came from the worse of love, hurt, betrayal, and loathing, still flowed through the veins in his heart like a venom. Stronger yet and growing with each pulse of his heart, was joy.
This was his opportunity to be free.
No more would he have to lead a double life of concealing his true, unjust self while portraying to be the must just man.
Loki felt comfortable in his skin, content with the idea that his purpose and greatest love, trickery, could merge beautifully into one fine performance for the realms to all see. Oh God, he could have so much more fun. He would be limitless without the worry of guilt and his self worth in his father's eyes weighing upon his slender body. He was Atlas finally freed from the weight of the world.
With Odin removed from the equation as his father and replaced as his "new" brother meant that being Jotun did not matter because he did not desire the Asgard throne. Let Thor have it. It would be the last high point for Thor to look forward to in his life before he, Loki, would slay him. Of course, being a Jotun was just that much more of a justification for him to let his fingers begin to loosen.
Having only to justify his actions to himself was a wonderful, glorious feeling of freedom and control over his own fate.
Almost immediately his mind fell to Sigyn, the golden haired and sun kissed daughter of the Hostage King. He took in a deep breath, faintly reminded of her sea salt smell in the air as the water beneath them churned below into the cosmos. His heart jumped into his throat and began to merrily skip beating at will. The taste of blood filled his mouth as a scab from inside his cheek came off. She, a fellow Aesir of Thor and Odin, was the one he would have to answer to beside himself. Loki was not worried but nor was he careless to her feelings. The trickster knew her so well, just as she knew him. The fondness of her was a light fuzzy, warm cloud building inside his nauseated stomach to relax his tensing, pounding, and spazzing muscles.
Sigyn, her name rolled as easily off his tongue as it is did in his mind. She was the goddess of loyalty, but that parasitic doubt squirmed at the bottom of his brain. He had no doubt tested her loyalty many times over; hence, where she received the title from the mortals, but this act he was in the process of committing he feared would be enough to prove that loyalty, under the right circumstances, can be broken. A shiver of disgust ran down his spine. Love, once again, kept his fingers curled around the end of the staff. The same criticism he had spat in Thor's face was blown back into Loki's face. Just as love had made Thor weak, it too kept him bound to a place he did not belong nor longed to belong to ever again. For that he was soft.
From his other hand that dangled at his side, he felt the softest squeeze of her delicate fingers. The feel was ghost-like, so faint he knew it to have only come from his mind, specifically his memories. The top of her thumb tracing a circle over the top of his hand was like a feather barely hovering over his skin, sometimes touching his skin. But though the touch was faint, the assurance was real. He laughed inside his mind at his own, silly doubt.
This was Sigyn—the only person who actually understood him! Not just a half-heartedly understood but wholly. He recalled how he could see Allfather's jealousy towards Sigyn's understanding of the son he could not comprehend in his eyes every time the two were in close quarters. Unlike Odin, she found forgiveness for him in his heart because (and this is him assuming) she did understand him.
Well, she would just have to understand one more time and forgive him just once more.
Just one more time he rationalized. Then no more!
Allfather held his gaze, Loki only met Odin's eye to sneer back at the god who was content to throwing his being to the wayside in the golden palace. Ha! He saw too much potential in himself now. At the same time, he felt a bit pitiful that Odin had failed to recognize this. But it would only be the Allfather's loss and Loki's gain.
A strange sadness came over the Allfather; the emotion was a rare one that Loki had only ever seen on the god less than handful of times in his life. He may not have proved himself as the worthy, favorite son, but he was his son nonetheless. Odin's eye could only convey a sliver of grief coming from his mourning heart, but like his words, the grief felt short of ever reaching Loki. Not even then, Odin realized, would Loki even begin consider to that betrayal went two ways. Just as Loki loathed him for his failures, Odin too held contempt for Loki for failing to see the pain that came with losing a son. If anything, pain should have been the one common ground between them.
Loki's hand relaxed. He slipped out of his golden chains.
Thor's primitive, instinctive, pained scream never reached his ears; he was far too focused on the simple acceptance of the situation and his choice in Allfather's eye. Odin blinked his eye away to the shards of the bifrost with an uncomfortable compliance. Passive until the very end. Or was this even the end? Loki doubted this was the end. No, he knew in everything that made up his very being, this was not the end, merely the beginning of something grander. The trickster turned, facing the gaping whole in the cosmos with a confident smile smeared across his face. The faint light from the center reflected brightly in his eyes like a beacon.
Yes, just the beginning of a new, glorious relationship with Allfather.