Hello, Marvel fans and other fandom fans alike, Sairahiniel SakuraAeris1497 here! I would like to dedicate this story to my friend because she loves one villain in particular: Loki of Asgard. I'd like to dedicate this fanfiction to her and I'd like to introduce my OC's too. Please let me know if my OC's become Mary-Sue-like because if so, I can always go back and change them. Once again, thanks for reading my story and thanks for your wonderful comments. Luv you! [ =) X 1000.]
Chapter 1: Found in the Darkness & Cold
Two, young people surrounded a figure as they looked down on the mysterious man like a couple watching their newborn sleep. The two stared for a while until they looked at each other, then back at the figure again. The two continued to stare until one of them broke the silence, "Well, what shall we do with him?"
The other person looked at the person who spoke and whispered in an innocent voice, "I don't know…"
"Well, you found him after all…The decision is entirely up to you."
"Well, I will not make a decision until I bring the issue up for discussion. If it were up to you, what would you choose?"
The man looked at the woman who spoke until he remarked, "Well, if it were up to me, Sister…I would leave him to rot. He went against the royal family of Asgard and he tried to destroy Midgard, the realm of people Who did him no harm. Why should he receive help from us?" The woman reached for the unconscious man's hand and held it tenderly, until she felt feelings of sadness, anger, jealousy, and betrayal. The woman couldn't even comprehend the emotions, and she almost cried just seeing the pain the man was in. The woman turned to the man, her comrade, and replied, "I feel sadness, anger, jealousy, and betrayal from this man…Feelings I have never felt except once. He is similar to both of us: We all know pain, and we knew it at a young age. No one deserves to know this pain, and anyone who has should have someone to be there for them when they're needed. This man needs me, so I have reached a decision: I will heal him even if it takes all the medicine in the nine realms to do so…You are angry with me, right, Brother?"
"I will not be angry with you, and I will try to my best to accept your decision to help this man…However, if he hurts you in any way, I will send him to his grave."
"…Understood, Brother."
"I can go gather some firewood for us, but you stay here."
"I'll still be here to heal the man. Stay safe, Brother."
"Don't worry, I shall crush anyone or anything who dares challenge me to a duel."
"Your brawn will surely be your undoing. If I were you, I'd focus my attention on my brains, since you only have a walnut for a brain left."
"I protest! My brain is no walnut; tis only smaller than people such as yourself…And anyways, if you use brute force against an enemy, you can do anything."
"In my opinion, Brother, a person with lots of brute force and muscular strength is just as strong and weak as someone with expert strategies and intelligence beyond compare."
"All right, all right, I shall depart now. I'll be back before nightfall."
"Don't be long."
"All right, I won't." The man left the woman alone with the wounded, unconscious man to heal the man of his wounds. The woman poured cold water onto a rag and placed it on the wounded man's head. Then, she grabbed a vial of emerald liquid and poured it into the man's mouth before she grabbed another vial with blue liquid and poured it onto the man's abdomen. The bleeding from his abdomen stopped instantly and the woman wrapped the wound with gauze after she thoroughly cleaned it. The man remained stiff until he felt the liquid hit his abdomen: The man started to stir but the woman calmed him by stroking his hair and kissing his cheek sweetly.
Shortly after the woman's comrade left, he returned with lots of firewood to last for a couple days. The woman was over-joyed to see her comrade had returned safely, and she welcomed him with open arms, "Brother, welcome back!"
"Good to be back, Sister. I gathered enough firewood for a couple days…How's the man holding out?"
"He is cooperating if that's what you wish to know, and he's holding out quite well. He has wonderful strength and a strong will to live. This one is stronger than any others I've healed."
"Interesting…I thought he might give up the ghost by now. So, what about some food?"
"Are you hungry, Brother?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, this man was stabbed in the abdomen, so his stomach may not cooperate with him…Would vegetable broth be satisfactory?"
"Yes, it would. It's a delicacy among my people."
"All right, then vegetable broth it is…I have some carrots, potatoes, celery, and cabbage. Will that be enough?"
"Yes, Sister. Anything you cook is wonderful."
"Well, I'm no goddess and I'm only a cook by motherly nature. I'm only first-rate compared to many maidens, but I'm such a better cook than you. After all, you are a lethal chef."
"Hey! My meals are not weapons. Tis a lie you tell, Sister!"
"All right, no offense. No offense…Brother?"
"Yes, sister?"
"Could you watch over the man for me while I prepare our supper?"
"Of course…No one shall harm him while I live."
"Thank you, Brother. Thank you." The woman returned to her soup as she chopped the vegetables, heated the water, and stirred the concoction around. Her comrade watched over the man with a look of disgust and anger, but when he saw how innocent the man looked and how different he seemed, the man's expression softened.
The two continued to maintain their duties in silence until someone broke their silence with a groan of pain:
"Unhh…"
"Sister, his eyes are opening."
"Yes, I know, Brother. He is awakening." The unconscious man started to come to until his emerald eyes opened to their fullest in confusion and new life. The man leaned up right and sat up, clutching his head tightly. The man looked at his hands and then stared at his abdomen, noticing his bandages, before he reacted out of confusion and twisted fear.
"Sir, are you all right? Can I help you?" The woman prettily asked before the wounded man grabbed his spear and exclaimed, "Who are you? What do you want?!" The two comrades remained silent before the wounded man screamed, "ANSWER ME!" The woman spoke first and explained, "Please let me explain: You had been stabbed by a small glacier, a glacier through the abdomen to be quite clear. You were severely wounded and seeing you in pain, I helped save your life."
"What made you think I wanted your help!? Why would I want help from you, filthy peasant wench?!" The wounded man screamed before the woman's comrade shouted back, "That's enough! How dare you berate my sister like that! Had it not been for her keen eyes, you would be left to die and to rot. Anyone in your position would be grateful enough to say 'thank you.'"
"Why would I say thank you to a group of peasants?"
"Are you sure it was pain you saw, Sister? More like arrogance to me, coming from no more than a pompous brat."
"I don't have to take this, I don't have to deal with you two at all. My spear will prove that fact."
"Are you challenging me?!" The male comrade yelled as he prepared to draw his sword.
"Am I, good sir? If I was, you would have drawn that sword by now."
"That's enough! Duel me now and we'll see who has the upper hand: Thy spear or my sword. We shall see!" The two men drew their weapons and started to fight. The wounded man attacking with his brains and strategies and the male comrade with his brute force and the 'little' brains he had: Attacks that could have shaken the Earth. Before the two men killed each other, the woman intervened and shouted, "Stop it! You two don't have to fight, and quite honestly, you two act like a pair of children…Apologize to each other this instant, and good sir, you have no enemies here. You will only make enemies with your behavior, so apologize and do right. Please."
"I refuse to apologize to an insignificant, peasant worm!" The wounded man declared as he turned his head like a bratty child.
"And I refuse to say sorry to an ebony-haired, arrogant brat!"
"What did you say?!"
"If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you shall have!"
"Apologize, you two. This is no time to quarrel…please." The woman pleaded as the two men remained stiff with their arms crossed above their chest…but not before they scooted across the cave floor towards each other. The two men then grabbed hands as the woman laid a gentle hand on both shoulders, pleading with her sparkling, youthful eyes rather than her words.
"All right…Sorry, sir. I was wrong." The woman's comrade replied with a monotone voice.
"…Your turn, sir." The woman replied as she stared at the wounded man before he huffed, "Fine! Sorry, I was in the wrong. Please forgive me for my rude behavior, and thank you for saving me."
"Don't mention it. But tis my Sister's eyes that saw you and her healing saved you."
"Thank you, Madame."
"You're welcome."
The wounded man calmed down before he smelled something, "What is that heavenly scent I smell?"
"Tis vegetable broth that Sister made. She claims to be a first-rate cook compared to my 'lethal' cooking, but she really is an expert cook."
"Vegetable broth? Tis a treasured delicacy among the people and royals of Asgard. It is a miracle compared to inhumane mutton or meat."
"Would you like to eat some?" The woman asked before the wounded man responded, "No, thank you. I have been quite a rude guest and I feel as though my stay here would offend you. I feel as though my rudeness would hinder my welcome here."
"Your stay here will offend no one, and you are quite welcome here. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. The broth should be done any moment."
"Do you two have names?"
"Oh, well…My comrade, or Brother as I refer to him, has a name. It's Hunter."
"And you, fair maiden?"
"Fair? Why do you refer to me as fair? I do not deserve to be called such a thing."
"Of course you do. You are fair, inside and out, in a special way…I have noticed this and we have just met. You are indeed fair, so you must have a fair name."
"It is Melody."
"Melody…What a lovely name!"
"Thank you. What about you, sir? Do you have a name?"
"I do…I'm Loki, Loki of Asgard."
"You're Loki?! The second prince of Asgard?"
"Yes."
"I knew it. I knew it when I saw your face!"
"You and Hunter knew who I was…and yet you still helped save my life? Why would you do that for me?"
"…I guess I was a 'Good Samaritan.' I was obliged to help a fellow brother of the universe, no matter what you had done in your past. I saw pain and feelings of betrayal in your heart and I empathize with you."
"How do you know what's in my heart? How in the universe could you know that?"
"You are becoming angry because what I say is true, is that it?"
"I-I-You have no right to suggest such nonsense!"
"Loki, I-So it is true? I did see pain in you," Loki remained silent and stared at the ground until Melody broke the silence with a kind gesture: a gentle hand that cupped Loki's face as she soothed, "If you wish to know more about me, all you have to do is ask."
"How do you know what's in one's heart?"
"You will not believe me if I tell you."
"Try me…Now, tell me. How do you know?"
"…I have a special power, a power that allows me to feel the emotions of another through physical contact."
"Oh, an Empath!"
"Yes."
"How long have you had such an ability?"
"Forever, I guess. Well, truth be told: My powers did not awaken until I turned six."
"Interesting…"
"What about yourself? You have many abilities such as cold manipulation, sorcery, and even great strength."
"Indeed, I do have those abilities." Loki replied as he cast his eyes around the cave. His emerald eyes darted around the vicinity of the room until he cast his eyes towards a bag filled with books. He turned his attention to Melody as he inquired, "Those are a lot of books you have there…Are you a travelling librarian or do you love books?"
"I'm no librarian, but I do love to read books. I love books on history and sorcery."
"You read sorcery books?"
"Of course."
"And you can comprehend the information given to you?"
"Yes, it helps me master new spells."
"Ah, you are a sorceress, a fellow intellectual who prefers brains over brawn."
"Yes, I am. In a strange way, I feel as though we are similar."
"…Yes, indeed, we are." The two stared at each other for one moment until Hunter broke the awkward silence, "I hate to interrupt such a wonderful moment, but the broth is ready. Shall I get you two a bowl?"
"Yes, Hunter. That would be nice, and thank you." Melody responded.
"Thank you." Loki replied also in a quiet tone of voice, which was surprising because he had been so hateful and smug minutes ago.
"No problem. You're welcome." Hunter poured the concoction into three bowls and handed one to each comrade before sitting down with them. The three ate in silence, talking every now and then to make up for the moments of awkward silence. The three dined with each other just like they were one, happy family, and this caused Loki to experience flashbacks of his old family in Asgard: His older brother, Thor, mother Frigga, and father Odin all sitting together at the dining table, laughing and conversing like any family would. Loki tried to shake such feelings and memories from his mind, but he just couldn't. Loki started to get pale, even paler than his 'Snow White' complexion, and weak by the minute just thinking about his old family until Melody questioned him, "Loki, are you all right? You're pale as a sheet."
"Tis nothing. I'll be fine." Melody knelt down in front of the ebony-haired man and felt his head and hands as she exclaimed, "You're trembling, your hands are cold and sweaty, and you face is warm. Are you sure you are not ill?"
"I'm quite sure. Thank you."
"If you feel any discomfort or pain, inform me immediately. I wouldn't want your wounds to get infected, nor would I want you to come down with illness. Are you sure you're all right?"
"I will be fine. Thank you, Melody." The three resumed to their meal with Melody eye-balling Loki from time-to-time to make sure he was okay. Hunter exchanged looks with both parties, smirking as he saw the way they looked at each other. Once the situation had calmed down from Loki's sudden outbreak of possible illness, Melody rose from her place across from Loki, grabbed her bowl of broth, and sat herself down at the mouth of the cave the three were residing in, staring at the stars above her in awe.