Author Note: Thor fic. Loki-centric of course, since he's my favorite. Angsty. Takes place after Loki lets go and falls to Earth. No Darcy or OC romance at all. Just angsty Loki thoughts and actions leading up to his whispering about the cube. SMALL, so small that you won't notice unless you watch the series, Supernatural cameo. The characters are not even named. This isn't a crossover. I just thought they were due a cameo. T due to small mention of intercourse. Don't want to offend anyone.

Untold Power

Pain. Agony. Where was he? What...? Of course. His father had told him what he'd known for years. He was a failure. Nothing more. Just...a tool and a failure. He had let go, hoping just to end it all. All of his miserable existence. He'd always stood in his brother's shadow. Thor had always been Golden Boy. The wonderful, great king that Odin expected. Loki could have been so much more. He could have destroyed them. All of them. The...Jotuns. His...people? Loki hesitated.

He stretched out his arm, despite the blood streaking it, and concentrated slightly. It was almost as if the pain had been erased. He glanced at his arm. Frosty blue, just like those monsters. He really was one of them, not even a half breed, just a runt of their race. This explained why he and Angrboda, the giantess he had had his children with, had so easily taken to him. He almost wondered if he'd taken on his true form during intercourse and she simply hadn't said anything. This would also explain the unusual size of Fen and Jor. They had inherited the genes that Angrboda and Loki had not and were real giants, even though they took the form of beasts. Loki guessed this was due to his own shapeshifter nature.

It did not explain Hela though. She looked every bit the beautiful Asgardian noblewoman until she drew aside her hair and exposed the other half of her face, or removed gown and gloves she used. Perhaps Hela was as she was because Loki had been, for all intents and purposes, an Asgardian at the time despite his true nature. It didn't matter now anyway. He was cut off from his children. From Jor and his jokes, from Fen and his wonderful bonding, from Hela and her dark sense of humor. And even from Sleipner, the beast he'd mothered and given to Odin, yet still loved him. No longer would he see the wonderful beings he had fathered (or mothered, as the case may be). Here was he stuck.

Loki rolled over, still in his Jotun guise, his TRUE guise for all intents and purposes. His skin was blue, eyes red, ears as pointed as an elf. The pain was gone, this was true, but he couldn't let the humans find him looking like this. He would end up under a microscope in some lab, likely. He did still seem to possess of his powers, though. He hadn't been stripped of them as Thor had been. He had simply meant to die falling from the Bifrost.

Now that he was here, and obviously not dead, his fall was likely to have been picked up by human scientists. Perhaps the same ones, those SHIELD agents that had so antagonized Thor. A smirk crossed Loki's pale blue face. He might as well do some good while here. It wouldn't hurt, now, would it? After all, he'd promised Thor he'd pay Jane a visit. He sighed and pushed back the blue skinned, red eyed form that was beginning to be more familiar to him than his Asgardian form of late and assumed his human form, only in the guise of a human government agent.

Using his magic, he managed to conjure up some fake equipment in case others showed up. His fall would have set off alarms within miles and he didn't want to be caught like that buffoon Thor had been. Transforming into his true form had healed most of his injuries, but not the ache. The physical ache, yes, but not the mental ache. The anguish that would likely plague him for the rest of his life. No matter what, he would always be in Thor's shadow, even had he destroyed Jotunheim, his OWN PEOPLE, to please his father, it wouldn't have been enough. Thor, the arrogant, bratty child that he was, had turned out to be Odin's heir and Golden Boy. Not even the shining Baldur could compare, though he came close. The only reason Baldur hadn't been Odin's heir was because he was a complete and utter bore and far too nice to ever make war on anyone, no matter the cost to his people. Baldur would have been an awful king. He would have made Loki himself look wonderful in comparison.

He almost rolled his eyes at the thought of that boring, boring man. Invulnerable, intolerable, and completely without a sense of humor or even a hint of darkness about him. Thor had darkness inside, oh yes. But it was righteous darkness. He would kill for those he loved. Anyone who stood in Thor's path would die under the thunder of Mjolnir if they threatened his loves. Loki grinned to himself. What would Thor do now? Bifrost was closed. Thor was trapped in Asgard. Loki was in Midgard. He could play with Jane as much as he wanted. He could make her scream. What would Odin think when his Golden Boy looked down and saw the torture that Jane was being put through? Now that he was likely king of Asgard, Thor could command Heimdal to look anywhere. Heimdal would look in on Jane. He would see her being tortured, beaten, sliced...the mere thought brought pleasure to the former Asgardian. He was no longer one of them.

He was Jotun. A people he once wished to destroy. A people he now knew was stronger than even the Asgardians. If only he could prove it. Prove it to his father. No, not Odin, his REAL Father. Laufey. A smirk crossed his face. Loki Laufeyson. Yes, that was much better than the lie he'd been told all his life. Loki Odinson was a lie. Loki certainly could appreciate a lie, as he could spin them as fast as many could blink.

Trucks were beginning to pull up alongside his own that he had conjured as a farce to fool these idiots. Government trucks, just like the ones he'd made with his magic. One of the men approached, apparently not nearly as bothered by the desert heat as Loki was. Of course, Loki was a FROST giant. The heat would bother him irritably. He was a dark-skinned man, much reminiscent of Heimdal. He had a patch over one eye.

"Sir? I believe this is a government matter." said the dark-skinned man, in a forceful tone that indicated he was not one to mess with.

Loki just grinned. "I am with the government myself. In fact, I was sent here by your superiors." Loki conjured up some fake ID that wouldn't really do anything but make the man's eye slide over the blurry image and agree with him no matter what.

Nick Fury pressed his lips together tightly. The man appeared legit, as did his ID, but he had never heard of a Luke Laufeyson. Perhaps his superiors were keeping quiet on such things. Like the cube...Sergeant Fury had only found out about it some time ago. He had kept quiet about it, at the behest of his superiors, but the man that had assisted Jane interested him. Perhaps he should have a look at the cube...Fury shook his head. What was he thinking? NO ONE should be allowed to see it until the time was right.

Loki was smiling inwardly. His whispered thoughts in this man, this Nick Fury's, head were working. Starting to turn the wheels in his insignificant little human brain. Soon, the Trickster would know what exactly what it was that the SHIELD agents were so interested in. Something about a cube. He'd gotten that much from Nick Fury's mind before he had pulled back, so as not to let the SHIELD man know he was being mentally spied upon. This Nick Fury had guts, and a powerful mind. Loki would have to find someone else to get to this so-called cube that Fury was so secretive about.

Loki returned to the present after realizing Fury was talking to him.

"Pardon me, Mister...?" He trailed off, not wanting Fury to know he'd been reading his mind, "I didn't catch your name and I was caught up in my own thoughts. About what happened here and what my superiors would do if I didn't...procure the...object of interest that they had said SHIELD knew much about."

It was Loki's way of gathering information that he already had but didn't want SHIELD to know.

The black man tried his best to glare at Loki, reminding him of his not-father with that one eye, and failing a bit. "My name is Sergeant Nick Fury. If you're so high up on the government food chain, one would have thought you'd known."

Loki grimaced inwardly. Fury was sharp. Very sharp. Still, Loki wasn't called Silvertongue for nothing. "Perhaps MY superiors simply thought you were so low on the totem pole that I had no need of knowing anything of you or your SHIELD agents." He knew he had pissed Fury off. The man's anger almost seemed to radiate from him. However, he didn't play into Loki's hand as easily as the Trickster had hoped. Fury maintained a calm, collected facade, even in the face of an obvious insult.

"As the case may be, I am still in charge here, Agent Laufeyson. If you don't mind, perhaps you will come with us? Share a bit of what your own bosses have told you?" Loki contemplated Fury's offer. He could get close to the object of interest this way, for certain. He could also be proven a fake in this manner, should any higher ranking than Fury see him. Fury believed his whole Agent Laufeyson thing and he didn't want to risk it.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, Mr. Fury, I am afraid I must decline. I was given my own orders, and none of them stated that I was to come with you at all. You are just out of luck. You can talk to my superiors, but I doubt you would like the answers you got." Loki hoped this would be enough to call off Fury for the time being.

Nick Fury narrowed his eye at this Agent Laufeyson that he had never so much as heard a whisper of. He was very high up in the government, and the SHIELD, and yet this Laufeyson was acting as though he were a bug that needed to be brushed aside. Still, if Laufeyson was indeed higher in the chain of command than Fury, there was nothing he could do without being reprimanded.

"Very well, Agent Laufeyson. I have a feeling we'll be meeting again quite soon." With that said, Nick Fury called his agents and they left in their big trucks and shiny cars, leaving Loki alone with his thoughts again.

Nick Fury had something in his possession called the cube. Whatever that was. And it was...powerful. He'd gleaned that much from Fury before he'd pulled out of the unusually strong man's mind. Almost limitless power. Power enough to knock that cow Thor down a peg. Power enough to defeat even the Allfather, perhaps. His loyalties lie with his people and his children now. Perhaps the cube could break Fen's fetters, could free Hela from the land of the damned, and bring Jor out of the sea, into the shining sunlight. Even though Jor enjoyed the water, Loki remember how much he had loved feeling the warmth of the newborn sun on his scales in the morning.

He would procure this cube. Then he would have his vengeance. Against the 'father' that wronged him, the 'brother' who had sought his glory, and the world that had turned its back on him.

Dr. Erik Selvig had no idea why Nick Fury had called him here. He wasn't one to tangle with the government, especially after what they'd done to all his and Jane's research. Still, it was an order from the government and he couldn't exactly say no. As he was escorted down the hall and into a room, he noticed a large african american man seated, holding his around what looked like a simple briefcase, though an expensive one.

"Agent Fury...what exactly is this thing?"

Nick Fury smiled. "Power, Dr. Selvig. Possibly untold power."

Selvig shrugged. "So why call me?"

"You have had experience with...weird cases...and we thought you were the best man for the job."

Selvig hesitated. He didn't want to. Not really. Untold power? Fury was insane. Selvig started to turn his back and walk away, before a thought came to him. Perhaps its worth a look. A thought...or a whisper?

Loki easily slipped through the walls and back to his car. He had taken to human things far easier than that lunkhead Thor had. This had been far too easy. He may not have been able to manipulate Fury, but Selvig was easy. He drove to a burger joint. He didn't possess his brother's voracious appetite, but he still managed to hunger occasionally. A small burger joint would suffice for now. He chewed quietly on a burger, thinking of Thor and Asgard. Two men passed him by, giving him an odd look. Perhaps it was his supernaturally clean appearance or just the power that radiated from. Regardless, the men continued to stare. Loki had tired of it before his third bite of his cheeseburger. He turned to the men.

"May I ask why you're staring at me? It can't possibly be my good looks." The older one snorted soda, while the younger simply glared.

"You seem familiar. Have we...met?" This was the younger one with longish hair. He reminded Loki a bit of Thor, except he seemed to have more brains in his head.

"No. I've never seen either of you in my life. Why don't you go back to staring at something else and let me eat in peace?" The two men seemed to take a hint and left, without even ordering anyting. The younger one couldn't pass up another opportunity to glare at him. Loki was left wondering what he had possibly done to those two young men that he didn't even know when a familiar face burst through the door. Loki would have grinned, if his mouth hadn't been full of burger. Jane. Thor's sweetie. Loki got up slowly, swallowing the burger quickly, and approached Jane.

"Miss Foster! Hello! I'm Agent Laufeyson. I heard about your work on wormholes and such from Dr. Selvig. Yes, I know Dr. Selvig," the lie slipped easily from his tongue, "He said you were almost like a daughter to him. That you knew just as much as he did about these things."

Jane's expression stopped his chatter. "Look, Agent Loffrysun or whatever, I've about had it with you government guys interfering. I just got through a traumatic event, and I'd prefer to just be alone for awhile without you guys hounding me, okay?"

Loki was irritated. Jane wasn't as amenable as he'd thought. He'd have to think of some other way to get her to...what...be his friend? He didn't want that. He wanted to rip her to shreds and torment her in so many ways that she would beg for death. He wanted revenge on Thor. The best way was through Jane. He could, of course, use his powers to just take her somewhere, but that would set the human authorities on him, and he couldn't risk it with so many people already knowing his (false) name and Nick Fury being suspicious. Not to mention those young men. Loki suspected they were SHIELD agents sent by Fury to follow him. Regardless, he would have Jane. He would string her up and torment her until she begged for death. Even Thor wouldn't be able to stop now the Bifrost was destroyed. Loki grinned wickedly. Thor would pay for the throne he'd stolen from him.