Hi everyone

Here's a new fanfiction about the Avengers, and more precisely Loki. I was really sad about him dying so I decided to just say no and figured out what would have happened if he did not die. I wanted to write it for a while so I really hope you'll like this story.

I'll try to post a new chapter every week.

Every chapter of this fiction will be based on a song. First chapter is "Burn It To The Ground" by Nickleback.

I do not own Marvel character or any songs.

I can't wait to read what you think about my story.

Enjoy

CHAPTER 1 – Burn It To The Ground

All was black around him. He couldn't focus on anything. He was floatting through nothing. He was currently nothing. His green cape flew round him. His plan had worked. He was alive. No-one could ever kill him and yet… He was drifting through space, nothing to hold on to, nothing to lean on… All of this for nothing. His people were dead. His brother's body was probably shattered to a million of pieces by the explosion of the ship.

But there he was. Alive. Alone. Freezing and yet burning. His dark hair was circling his face, making a dusky halo around him. His eyes were closed but he knew opening them would be vain. He almost laughed at the situation. The whole universe was doomed but there he was, invincible but floatting between stars. He, who had only wanted to matter, didn't matter to anyone anymore. He was just like an empty shell. He couldn't even decide which way to go, not that it mattered.

So, he laid there, letting fate decides his future, or rather his non-existant future. He didn't know how much time passed since the ship had blown. The vision of his brother, defeated, crying on his corpse as he swore vengance before his death was playing again and again behind his eyelids.

Then, suddendly he felt a hand gripping his cape, bringing his motionless body back. He didn't want to open his eyes. At this very moment, he only wished to die. Ironic, isn't it, since he was dead moments ago, choked by a titan, his neck broken. But it was then. And he had succeeded to survive. He was sure his brother would kill him for not really dying again. Except this time, it was real. He had came to Valhalla. He had met his Father, his Mother. But he had denied all of it to come back.

He felt being dragged inside something, a ship most certainly. He welcomed the new-found gravity, the changement of air pressure as he was finally able to breathe proprely. He felt being hauled on the bare ground before he magically arose from he ground to lay on a soft matress. He stood still, his breathing soft. Even if he now was undyeable, he still needed rest. He could felt his neck repearing, his bones fixing themself. He could felt his throat leaving room for more air, relaxing. All of his magic was controlled to heal him. And right now, it was all that mattered. Because, when he will be cured, all his powers restored, his vengance could finally be unleashed. He softly drifted into sleep, complety unaware of what was currently happening.

Soon, far too soon after after welcoming sleep, a small hand grabbed his elbow, shaking him violently. He tried to stay still, to make his breathing impossible to see but the strenght of this hand was making hard for him to do so. He grumbled, not wanting to open his eyes.

- Well, hello Sleeping Beauty, a strange high-pitched voice greeted him as he tried to watch his environment through his eyelashes.

The light was far too bright for him to see clearly where he was. The white walls of the cabin didn't arrange his vision. He grunted as he opened and closed his eyes repeatedly to accomodate with the light.

He began to perceive the shape of a small person, leaning over him. A scent of lemon hit his nose with force and he coughed. His vision was not clearer as he saw the almost perfect face who was staring at him. It was definively a young woman. Her big rainbows eyes were circled with thick pink lines. He couldn't pinpointed exaclty theirs beautiful colors, green mixing with light blue and dark brown. Two white dots had been drawn to her high cheeks. Her pulpy lips were painted in shimmering black. Her face, soft and round, was surrounded by two strands of pink hair, stopping at her jawline. The rest of her hair had been twisted beautifully on the top of her head, forming a small bun. She was smilling, her eyes shining in such a fine way he almost stop breathing. He turned his head to see that she was wearing a bright pink cape under which was a leather black dress, stopping at her knees. Beautiful patterns were painted in white on it, forming strange skulls and roses. Her outfits clung to her body, showing him her every curves, from her small breasts to her generous hips. Pink riding boots completed her outfit, defining her long legs. She was small, much smaller than him but her aura illuminated the whole room. She spoke once again, her voice bringing back his memory.

- I hope his Highness slept well !

The Norms be damned ! Sigyn ! It was Sigyn ! The insufferable little brat he had met in Sakaar, one week ago. The silly daughter of the Grand Master. Right now, all he wanted was going back outside, to his non-existance in space than to be with this woman one more second.

- What are you doing here ? he grumbled between his teeth as he sat up on the small bed.

- Oh it's simple ! I tracked you up !

She went giggling as his face showed nothing but despair. He slowly put a hand on his hair, trying to focus on the here and now…

- I don't have time to play with you, Sigyn ! Go back to your father ! Wait, he didn't come with you, did he ?

His face lost all his colors as he spoke of the Grand Master, wishing the man to be far away for him as possible. He couldn't deal with him now. And he was certainly not going to baby-sit his daughter.

- Father stayed in Sakaar, silly, she answered, poking his nose with her finger. But you and I have something to finish, princeling.

She grinned at his face, proud of herself. He gently put his large hands on her shoulders, pushing her far from him.

- I don't know what you have in mind, child, but I need to take care of something important.

She pouted adorably and he shook his head to chase away this thought.

- But you lost your bet ! You have to teach me magic !

He didn't know how she did it but the very next second she finished her sentences, two small bright pink dagger were in her tiny hands, threatening him. He smirked and, with a wave of his hands, the two daggers shifted into snakes. She watched them with admiration, smiling with glee.

- How did you do it ? Can you show me ?

He sighed at her response of his magic. It was supposed to scare her, not to make her want to stay with him. She was doing some strange little noise of exitation as the snakes winded at her wrists.

- So cool ! she yelled, not taking her eyes off the lethal animals.

He waved once again and a green fog came to surrounded the reptils, turning them back into the pink knifes.

- Well, what if I promise you to come back to teach you magic after what I have to do ?

She tilted her head on the side, staring at his face with focus.

- You're lying, she pointed, beginning to pout again.

- I'm not…

He sighed as he tried to have an impassible mask. He couldn't believe she had saw right through his lies. She was just going out of the teenage and she already knew when the God of Lies was lying.

- It's a matter of live or death, Sigyn ! Billions of billions of people are going to die.

- And why do you feel concern by them ? she asked as he sat near him, her legs swinging nonchatlantly.

- Because the one who's going to do that is the one who killed my brother…

- Oh, you mean Sparkles ?... A shame… I kinda liked him… Never had a chance to talk to him thought…

He winced at the mention of his brother. Oh the sweet things he would do to the mighty titan when he'll find him. He swore to make him regret his first breath for the murder of his brother. He jumped as he saw the small woman jumping out of the bed, clapping her hands together with excitment.

- You know what ? I'm going with you ! It's gonna be sooooo much fun !

- No, no, no, no, no ! he said, mimicing his negative respond. I'm not anymore in the good graces of the Grand Master and bringing his only daughter to slaughter is not what's going to make us friends again !

She looked at him, tears filling her big eyes, and, for a moment, he dived into the rainbow ocean of them. Strangely, seeing her so sad broke something in him, making him feel things he had sworn to never feel again. She went near him, clinging deseperatly at his armor and he got lost for a second. This girl would be the end of him.

- Alright, you can drive me to Thanos but you will not go out of the ship without my permission, is it clear ?

She jumped around him, happy, her tears far forgotten. He cursed himself to have been so weak in front of her pleading eyes. He bit his lower lips as he pictured her lifeless body, laying on the battlefield, her pink cape tore apart and full of crimson blood. As much as he hated her, he had to protect her. This sudden urge to careness toward Sigyn shocked him and he turned his back on her, silencing whispering an old incantion so she couldn't put a foot outside this ship. This little brat will not put herself in danger, not if he could afford it.

- Where are we going ? She asked suddenly, making him jump.

- Titan.

- You gotta be more specific than that, princeling, she laughed. This ship is in autopilot you know.

Trying to remain impassible, he got out of the room, not caring if she was following him or not. Luckily for him, the ship was small so he found the main room easily. He tried to not listen to Sigyn who was singing at the top of her lungs.

- We're going out tonight, to kick out every light, take anything that we want, drink everything in sight. We're going till the world stops turning, while we burn it to the ground tonight. Ooooohhhhhhh !

Shaking his head, he entered the coordinate of Titan. His want for vengance was all he could feel, except maybe a terrible coming headache, thanks to the little brat.