Aight. My first published fic, I'm really excited to finally have some of my writing out there.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Marvel or any of it's characters.
Everyone is paired with a color, though for the Æsir, it was most often than not, gold.
Loki's was green.
It had been destined for him since he was taken to Asgard. Or as Loki had believed for most of his life, since he was born.
Scarcely a soul remembers when he started wearing green, as it was so long ago, all they can recall is that it was a rare occasion to see the young prince out of the rich color, the color of magic.
Loki remembers.
The color is beautiful.
It was something that was his.
Of course, others wore it too, but when people thought of the God of Mischief, they thought green.
Later, it was thought of as the color of a villain, but that didn't matter then.
Then, it was Loki's, something to call his own. His belongings were his, but shared by Thor, broken and torn by Thor.
Who felt awful afterward. Loki would ignore that.
Thor's color was red.
Red was a color that hurt Loki's eyes, mostly.
Very ironic, when his true heritage was revealed.
Red and gold burned Loki. Burned brands into his mind, by the sheer amount of it always around him, making him despise them. He was sickened by them, they were awful, ugly colors.
But green brought him a strength he couldn't muster himself.
It meant Loki, it was a symbol that embodied him. A thing Thor couldn't touch, along with his magic.
Both meant the same in Loki's mind, as it only made sense.
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A memory of green.
It is in the gardens.
Loki is young, Frigga looking elegant and youthful as well. She has Loki in her lap, sitting atop of her azure dress, pooling around her, mimicking the waters in the fountains nearby.
Blue is Frigga's color.
Loki has not found his yet.
He is just past the age of a toddler, eyes bright and eager with the beauty of everything, as he grabs hold of his mother's hand.
The eyes will dull later.
Frigga smiles at her son, but gently takes his hand off of hers. The queen's hands are flourishing through the air, beckoning magic from around her, making Loki gasp and admire the blue sparks and swirls coming from her fingertips.
As she changes the colors of the flowers around her, Loki squeals in delight. Each hue fades into the next, as if the previous were never there. A simple spell, but one that captivated the young one's eyes.
One dye makes the child gape in awe, and crawl quickly towards the petals of a flower unheard of on Midgard.
It is the color of the grass around them, of the leaves on the trees, of his eyes, but this is different, instead, this shade is a dark, calm, consistent pigment.
None of this goes through the future mages mind, only that this hue is lovely.
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Tony Stark had two colors, his association with them coming much later in his life compared to a certain god.
His acquaintance was a simple matter of not liking a suit of armor all the same color.
Throw a little hotrod red in there.
Gold.
The Iron Man armor, which was Stark in itself.
No childhood stories here.
Just that Anthony had always liked the two together.
Not that there is no story to tell.
Nor does it make them any less important.
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Red and gold fell from the sky, that day called the Battle of New York.
Green caught it.
Strange how colors like to play games like that.
A great, hulking beast of green catches Stark, who very well knew he might've perished.
He has stopped the threat.
Almost costing his life.
Very nearly.
He lies still, encased in a metal casket.
A roar, bellowing and rattling wakes him.
Shawarma is suggested, Anthony being ever the cocky bastard.
There is still a matter of a mad god to deal with.
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This god lays on the ground, after being smashed into it, and is so rattled that he does not notice six figures come up behind him.
The blue in his eyes is gone.
They don't notice.
Loki already knows they won't believe him.
No one ever does.
He isn't even reluctant in his surrender.
He just wants a drink before the inevitable.
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Loki is muzzled and chained.
The last of his defiance is only shown in his eyes.
Something else flashes behind them, a fish under ice.
Stark sees this.
Something squeezes his heart, calling for attention.
Thor says this is not like his brother.
There has to be something else at play here.
The lights bear their weight down, ready to take the brothers away.
This is an 'omnipresent' chapter, not all of them will be written this way. It will mostly be from either Tony's or Loki's perspective.
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