Turned Into A Monster

Disclaimer:I don't own Thor (the character, the movies, the comic books, the cartoons and etc.) which includes any of its characters, dialogue, story arc and etc. I also don't own any other book, movie, song or character I may have mentioned along the way. I just so happened to use it for non-profitable fun in my spare time.

Author's Note: If you've done research on the Norse Gods then you know that Marvel's version of the gods and goddesses differ greatly from the Norse version. Therefore, so are mine. Every character has a slightly different flavor or backstory from the original but know that all except Schona are real gods and goddesses from Norse mythology… ALSO this is going to be a part of a very long series. I plan on doing what Marvel did to the movies and have then all interconnected (which means were will be more Schona and Loki, more of Abigail and Tony, more with Georgia and Bruce and maybe even one with Clint and an OC...). ENJOY!

Chapter 1 – Strange Bedfellows

Loki opened his eyes slowly, blinking tiredly as the sun peaked through the open balcony doors to his chambers. It was warm this morning, as it always was, even if the sheets had mostly slipped from his body some time during the night. He didn't mind it, nor did he mind the sun that had woken him.

He'd always been an early riser. If he didn't awaken before the sun rose above the horizon then he rose moments after the first rays kissed Asgard. It had always been the way he was; if he woke up earlier than any other then he would have the advantage.

He was the God of Mischief after all.

But this morning was different from most given the figure he could sense to his left. This wasn't the first occurrence of having a woman in his bed and usually he would wake up earlier than them to wait elsewhere until they vacated his chambers. However, this particular goddess was not one he thought so lowly of and was one of the few Loki relished having in his bed. While there were few people that Loki would never cross or use his mischief on, she was one of the few.

The Goddess of Ice and Silence had been an odd creation much like himself; born a child that was so alike to her father, God of the Sea, before her mother, Skadi, took her and buried her upon the coldest mountain in Jotunheim, six feet beneath the ice. This turned the tanned child with fiery hair into one of the palest skin and hair as pure white as untouched snow in the dead of the coldest winter. Schona had also from then on been the matron of Ice and Silence, rarely speaking to those around her while her touch was as cold as ice.

That oddness might have drove Loki away but he'd been young and the strangeness the two had was what drew them together at first. He had been alone just like her and they decided to be alone together. It was only later that their love of magic brought them to being each other's closest friend, confidant true friends and greatest allies. Loki would help her with her magic and she would remain silent after his tricks.

And now, many centuries later, they were lovers.

It wasn't anything romantic but only a need for physical touch that drove them together… at least that was what Loki was telling himself. The knowledge that she was sleeping not a foot from him didn't make his stomach flutter, the feel of her cool lips on his didn't make him smile and the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips didn't make him want more. When they were together he didn't find great accomplishment from drawing a breathy moan from her usually silent lips. He didn't feel less alone when she was by his side.

He didn't have such a weakness.

He frowned as his eyes turned to his left to look down at the pale figure beside him.

She was lying on her side facing towards him, her hair falling around her like an extra veil to keep his eyes from unwanted places. She wasn't touching him as was normal between the two of them, but she was still within his reach, a small dusting of ice crystals that shone in the morning light. She was beautiful like this; the miniscule scar at the corner of her eye just visible in the light, the faint freckles that dusted over the arch of her nose, her body naked save for the green silk sheet that was draped over her pale body and the white scarf still tied around her wrist.

He couldn't help it when his hand reached out to touch her. Usually he was a man with great restraint but with her all restraint went out the window. So he touched her, studying the curve of her hip, feeling the soft silk of her pale skin, feeling the shiver that went through her under his ministrations even in her sleep. She was cool to the touch, her skin sending tingles through his bones that registered in his spine. He pushed the veil of white waves off her shoulder and away from her face, revealing more of her face and glorious body to him.

He loved her strange hair.

His eyes returned to her to find that a pair of the palest blue eyes in the kingdom was studying him the same way he was observing her. He frowned at her, watching with interest as her hand reached towards him, cold fingers ghosting over his face, touching the wrinkles across his forehead and smoothing the line between his eyebrows. He instantly righted his expression, turning to a neutral face as her fingertips continued over him. They touched the skin beneath his eyes, his lips, his long neck and fell to his shoulder.

He knew she was waiting for him to speak but he enjoyed making her wait, having the feel of her hands on him. He kept his eyes on hers as she explored him, trying to ignore the shock of lust that tugged at his gut when her fingers touched his stomach. She was dangerous, this one, and that was part of the allure he felt to her.

In a move so graceful Schona almost missed it, he was above her, his arms bracing his weight around her whilst his face was a mere few inches from hers. His hand caressed her face, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone as his eyes examined her like an interesting bug. She smirked up at him, hitching one leg up around his hip to bring him closer.

Schona was never this forward. She was the Goddess of Silence and Ice after all, which were powerful forces but rarely so abrupt. However, with Loki, she felt like an entirely different person, like she could take over the world if she wished it. It was empowering to have someone so untouchable brushing his fingers along her hips, who allowed her to touch him anyway she wished to.

He made her feel powerful.

It had always been this way, even when they were children. She had felt like a creature amongst gods until Loki took interest in her. He'd shown her that she didn't have to be the lowest of strange or unusual. He introduced her to the magic she could now manipulate with the best of the magic wielding gods and creatures from other realms. He had even taught her the importance of the chosen word and the silence that she so loved. If you were silent and vigilant, you were more likely to gain knowledge and knowledge was more powerful than even Thor's hammer, Mjolnir.

In another flash of movement that she knew he hadn't expected, Loki was on his back. She grinned down at him with a mischievous expression, enjoying the dazed looked about him as he looked up at her. It only lasted for a moment however, before his hands reached up to pull her flush against him once more.

A knock made Schona jerk in surprise, her eyes wide as she sat up and turned to look to the door to Loki's chambers. With a wave of her hand she brought silence to the chamber, not allowing their heavy breathing or Loki's annoyed groan to be heard by the person who had interrupted them.

"My prince, today is your brother's coronation,"

The hands that gripped Schona's hips squeezed painfully, making her eyes turned to Loki's with a bit of pained annoyance. But he wasn't looking at her; instead he was glaring at the door in the cold way only he could manage. She frowned at him and waved her hand again, releasing the silence in the room for him to answer.

"My prince?"

"I'm aware of what day it is. I'll be up when I wish," he snapped, turning his face toward the wall. "Leave me,"

"As you wish,"

Schona listened to the footsteps that trailed away from Loki's chambers before she turned back to the god beneath her. His thoughts could have awoken the dead as his green eyes burned into the wall, not daring to look up at her.

"My brother will become King of Asgard today,"

Today every god and goddess of any standing would be clamoring to the palace in their best dress to gather within the walls of the palace to watch the coronation of their prince. This day was the long awaited day that Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, the eldest of the two princes was to be crowned King of Asgard and take over ruling the Nine Realms from Odin Allfather. However, this had been a point of tension between the two brothers for a very long time, even if Thor didn't realize it at all. Schona knew of the silent resentment that Loki held towards his brother despite his equally silent love for the God of Thunder.

However, the notion of having Thor as king still did not sit right with either of them. They both knew that Thor was not what was best for Asgard and Odin needed to either remain on the throne or find someone else to lead the people until Thor was truly ready to rule. The God of Thunder was brash and thoughtless ways would lead Asgard to destruction. The two could have seen the future of Asgard as if it were an illusion filling their gaze; all of Asgard rallied for the battle Thor had started, they would certainly win it with Thor at the head but they would lose many lives and whoever was the target of Thor's rage would be slaughtered. But it was too late to convey these thoughts to any who would listen.

Schona frowned at her friend.

"Thor will destroy us,"

"And you and I will be by his side," The sound of her voice shocked him into looking up at her. It was rare when she made any sort of audible sound, let alone spoke…

Loki huffed at her, waving her off.

Schona was used to this gesture whenever they differed in opinion, as if he was choosing to ignore her. It always amused her that Loki was willing to simply ignore her difference in opinion instead of destroying her like he did with everyone else. It was something had noticed even when she was very young, that she'd been a soft spot in Loki's armor. She never used it against him or made fun of him for it… most days she was sure he had no idea he had such a weakness to her.

She moved off of him, landing on her back beside him before she moved to slip from his bed to get ready for the day. She had her legs over the edge of the mattress when a pair of arms wrapped around her middle and a face pressed itself against her neck. She rolled her eye sat his antics, both knowing full well that she needed to leave before the whole palace was awake- which was mostly a lost cause anyway- and have enough to get dressed for the day. But he refused to let her out of the cage of his arms as his tongue traveled along the length of her neck.

She shivered- something she rarely did- and felt herself swaying both physically and mentally in her decision. Oh, if only the other gods and goddesses knew how right they were to call him the god with the silver tongue. Not only was he skilled physically but she could feel the tingling effects of his magic dancing across her sensitive skin, warming her skin in delicious ways.

Her hands touched his, ice building across the back of his wrist until he let out a hiss of pain. It wasn't cold enough to truly hurt him despite the surprised hiss that ran over the skin of her neck but it was enough for him to release her. She got up and turned to face him without letting go of the wrist. She leaned down blew a breath over the ice until it had disappeared, leaving behind pale skin that she kissed delicately in apologies.

He frowned at her like a child but they both knew it was time for their stay to end. So he let her leave him in his bed as she picked up her white dress, slipping into it and placing the sleeves upon her shoulders again. She then found her gem encrusted belt and clipped it around her narrow waist, finding her barrette beneath that which she returned to her hair. Last was her underwear before she turned to Loki who still remained in bed.

Illusion spells had always come easily for Schona but she'd never been able to use them in the same way that Loki often employed when he fought in battle. He could create a near seamless copy of himself while his true form materialized someplace else. It was one of his specialties that Schona simply couldn't manage. The one time she'd tried transporting herself across the expanse of the courtyard when she was younger, she'd lost feeling in half her body and lost most of her skin off of her right arm. The moment Skadi had learned of it, she'd forbid Schona from using magic which Schona ignored except when Skadi came to visit. Loki on the other hand had nursed her back to health and then forbid her from using any sort of transporting magic. This Schona agreed to instantaneously.

So this meant that she was going to be using the normal means of transportation to get to her room and she hoped that she would be-

A hand wrapped around her waist and turned her around to come face to face with the inky haired god, his clever green eyes shining at her. She caught a glimpse of his teasing smile before his lips met hers, dropping her eyes closed. She leaned into him, her skinning tingling as his hands moved over her back, the familiar feeling of his magic sparking around her. But then a fizzling feeling of magic wrapped itself around her, pulling at her, twisting her and ripping at her as she felt Loki disappear from her. She gasped in surprised at the terrible clench that came before her bare feet touched the slick marble of her bedchamber floor.

When she opened her eyes she found herself to indeed be in her own chambers which were blissfully empty.