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PROLOGUE
Avengers: Daughter of Evil
The realms were enjoying a period of peace, and despite the internal disputes of each with all things considered, they were all at peace.
The air was thick with the threat of an impending war, and she could smell it in the air like a bloodhound sniffing the trail of its prey. She could almost taste it; the blood, the cries of anguish and despair, the chaos that was about to befall all men – and the realms had thought they'd seen worse, but no, they have only seen but a fraction of the world's impending doom. In the far reaches of the universe, galaxies, worlds upon worlds that used to flourish, decimated – all for the sake of pleasing Death, the perpetrator unbeknownst to her, and she did not feel the need to know, until recently.
What began the simple alliance to restore the balance all those thousands of years ago, had become a conquest for greater power, resulting in the annihilation of entire races and species, leaving nothing in its wake but the screaming souls of those who had fallen. But still, she turned a blind eye, coveting something else entirely, her one true goal – yet, she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that something is amiss, that something has been shrouding her sight from seeing the truth beyond what she sees. But in the end, she was on a different page entirely. She was alluded into thinking nothing of the fate of others, until she saw and felt his pain.
Everything he thought he knew and believed came crashing down into lies in front of him, and he was crestfallen. And that was how it all began.
For over a year, they haven't seen nor heard of him. Asgard mourned him, but did they really? She didn't need to know. Falling off into the void after he let go of Gungnir, everyone but them thought they'd seen the last of him – it surely wasn't, but she feared for him still.
When he was sighted on Midgard – Earth, a shining ray of hope tugged at her, alight with the relief she felt now that she knows he's survived falling off into the abyss, but when she took it upon herself to see what unfolds, she saw that he was changed, altered even; he was no longer the same man they have loved and respected. He was ruthless and decided – though the mortal had been right, he lacked conviction; but the tell-tale signs of his pallid complexion, the dark circles under his eyes, and even the fact that he didn't even seem to have a plan of attack worried her all the more.
That was not Loki, and she was convinced.
Sent to prison in Asgard, she watched him closely. Defeated and alone, she couldn't help but to give her sympathies to the wayward Prince, his actions were truly wrong, but his reasons were so deep-seated, she could hardly blame him at all.
After the attack of the Dark Elves, he was presumed dead, but she knew better. She watched as Odin went in to the chambers to look upon the lifeless body of his fallen son. He mourned for his loss; Loki was lost to him once, and he was enraged by his actions, but he was his son, and he hasn't been been a very good father.
And he couldn't have been dead, and she knew that. It wasn't at all surprising when Loki woke up, pale as death and looking straight into his adoptive father's eyes. Only having been able to see the scenes, she didn't quite catch the inaudible words whispered into Odin's ear.
The last she saw him, was the brief moment when he posed as the Allfather while the real Odin went into the Odinsleep. His brief encounter with Thor in the throne was the last she ever saw of him. Neither she, nor the now fully restored King of Asgard, or the all-seeing guardian of the realm, Heimdall knew where he was, and how he's been.
He simply vanished.
And thus, she came to a decision; one she knew would weigh her down with consequences – but still it was a decision she chose to make.
Author's Note: I dunno what to say. I haven't written in a long time, so I feel kind of rusty. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it! This is my first story in this new account and I really hope I get lotsa love for this. Hahah.
I've been obsessing over Loki for quite some time, and I thought he deserved some more love, and hugs, and, kisses so I went away with it. And despite the tone, this isn't gonna be a very serious fic, I intend to add just about every genre possible 'coz my brain is whack like that.
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