This is my first Avengers fic so if you like please let me know; it'll really get me on top of the story. I'll do my best but of course this is for fun~
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Loki's eyes were closed among the din of toil. The bustling workers laboring along in there involuntarily duties in the dim lighted tunnel Loki has discovered as his bases of operation. For the time being, it was the perfect place to be undetected from S.H.E.I.L.D, the area covered in technological devices clouding over their existence.
The racket irritated Loki's ears, but he was able to mute it out in thought, thinking of his plans of enslavement of the human race, all who will soon be under his palm of dominion. The thoughts were pleasurable, grinning as he imagined himself as king once and for all, for it was all in a matter of time before he could rightly call himself King before all. Loki's fanciful thoughts pondered further, his mind falling into a recollection of the person he once called father, a king that he all but wished to be, to be admired, to be shown respect. Loki's dull eyes creaked open to the wall tent ceiling, bitterness spiking his heart like a thorn at the thought of his Asgardian father. His dry mouth opened, whispering to the air, " You'll see…"
His thoughts crashed, the call of one of his workers at the tents entrance needing of his attention.
"Loki sir!"
Loki turned, viewing the man's hazy silhouette that formed from the exterior of the tent.
"Yes? What is it?" Loki asked in an irked tone, rising up from the futon like bed he nestled on, holding his head held high with his hands behind his back, posture full of pompous poise. "You may enter."
The man entered, his face worn of the self-indulgence of overwork and fatigue, yet, his body movement's spoke of a spark of unknown energy that sustained him.
"Loki sir we have found more recruits. Your presence is needed for their alteration."
Loki's eyebrows raised in acknowledgement, nodding him off to presume his work line of duty. He turned around to the scepter that lied on the bed that was at his side before, picking it up gently as he sensed the power it emitted so vainly. His lips curved, gazing into the blue gem that glowed against his face in quiet innocence. A sardonic smirk formed, turning as he stepped foot out of his place of dwelling as he welcomed the new staff who have ever so kindly, unwillingly decided to serve a future king.
I know that was pretty short but this was more of a prologue, but the remaining chapters are way longer than this. Any advice and of course encouragement is appreciated. Hope you liked the chapter~