Hello everyone. Welcome to my first Marvel fic! I have been dying to write one of these forever now and am super hyped I finally got the chance! This is kinda Loki centric, but familiar faces will be appearing soon.
Notes: Takes place at the end of Thor and then continues into the gap between Thor and Avengers and then into the Avengers time line eventually.
50 years in the void= 1 year on Midgard (Earth)
Disclaimer: Marvel and all of it entirety belongs to Stan Lee. I only own this story.
" I could have done it father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us" He cried.
Odin looked down at his son, his eyes filled not with anger or sorrow, but shame and disappointment.
"No Loki." He whispered, and with those words Loki's heart shattered.
Almost unconsciously Loki's grip on the staff began to loosen. Thor must have felt the shift in weight for he called out.
"Loki no!"
He sounded so desperate, but it made no difference as Loki's hand slipped from the golden shaft allowing him to fall into the never ending void below.
"No!"
He heard his brothers anguished cry and a small, sad smile made its way onto the tricksters face.
"Goodbye Thor." He whispered before he fell into the void, and darkness swallowed him.
oooOOOooo
100 years later (2 Midgard years)
Darkness.
That was all he had know since he had fallen from the Bifrost so long ago.
He knew not how long he had been trapped in here, having no way of keeping track of such things as days or years in the impenetrable darkness. He had caught himself more then once, losing all sense of who he was before he forced his memories to the surface, running through everything he had ever done and learned, making sure he retained every memory, good or bad.
He had eventually fallen into a routine of sorts, spending most of his time sleeping or just drifting on the edge of consciousness. The remainder of his time was spent doing small muscle exercises and repeating complex magical formulas to keep him entertained.
He had once tried to use his magic, just a small flame in order to give some light, even a little, to his dark prison. He had soon learned, however, that magic was not only impossible in the Void, as he had come to call it, but also excruciatingly painful.
He could not understand why magic caused him pain, but had come to except it as one of the many rules of the Void.
No light.
No sound.
No magic.
No hope.
These were the ruled that governed him now, and to resist them was futile.
OooOOOooo
Something was wrong.
The usually calm darkness around him now seemed to shift and swirl in some unknown turmoil and he found that it terrified him for some reason.
He could feel small fluxes in the darkness as if something were poking and prodding it with something from the outside.
Something brushed against him causing him to flinched. After having no contact for so long, even the small touch was almost painful.
Another touch, this one larger and seemingly more deliberate.
He opened his eyes, though deep down he knew it would be nothing to see.
Something bright flashed in his vision, shocking him.
He tried desperately to follow the glowing for with his eyes, but the sudden exposure to the light was to much, and he forced them closed with a silent cry. His body relaxed for a moment, embracing the soothing darkness, but suddenly the light flashed again.
He cried out in pain, trying to shut his eyes against its intrusive light, but suddenly realized something.
His eyes were already closed.
He was seeing it in his mind.
The lights shifted and twirled, their harsh light slowly softening until he could clearly make out individual strands of what seemed like green ribbons.
They flitted around him, weaving in amongst each other, some even intertwining to make larger strands, the different hues of green creating an almost surreal image.
He reached out and carefully ran his hand over the nearest strand, and was shocked to find that instead of the painful roughness that he had felt earlier, the strand was soft and seemed to emit a gentle warmth.
Warmth, it had been so long since he had felt warm. It was so calm and soothing.
As if sensing his touch the strand began to wind up his arm, bringing its warmth with it. Off to the side he could see the other strands also beginning to drift towards him.
Soon he found himself almost encased in the glowing, warm strands.
He felt safe.
Suddenly one of the strands was ripped away by an invisible force.
He cried out, watching as the strand withered away and vanished. Soon more and more of the strands were being torn away from him to meet the same fate as their companion.
Loki screamed, long and anguished, as the final ribbon was ripped from him.
Why. Why were they being taken away? He didn't understand.
Suddenly the touch was back.
His eyes flew open but instead of the gentle greens from before, he found himself surrounded by darker, angry red strands. They threw themselves against him leaving harsh read marks wherever the touched.
What was happening? Where had the green strands gone? Why were these hurting him?
Then, just like before, the harsh touches were gone, as were the red strands.
He blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. He no longer felt the sting of the wounds caused by the red, and slowly ran his hands over the previously injured areas, finding them smooth and untouched.
He had just began to settle back into the darkness when a new sensation found his senses. He was falling. Fast. He tensed in fear, not even aware that he had opened his eyes again.
Another bright flash alerted him to this fact, and he almost cried out again, thinking that the red had returned. Instead he found himself faced with a blinding white light.
He tried to look away from the harsh light, until he noticed that it was growing closer. Entranced he watched the burning ball of light speed towards him. Was this the end? Was this how he was to die? The light was nearly upon him now and he squeezed his eyes shut as it flashed brightly. Then there was something whistling in his ears.
Whistling in his ears.
Sound.
He was hearing!
The falling sensation and brightness intensified and he felt a harsh coldness clawing at his skin. He sensed something approaching and involuntarily braced himself for what ever it was.
He gasped as the air was ripped from his lungs and his body was thrown against something solid, but then everything disappeared, and he was cast back into the blissful black.