Hey guys! So basically I just - FINALLY - watched The Avengers. I didn't have the money to go see it in the cinema when it came out so I've had to wait for it to come out on DVD - and wa la. Finally, I've watched it!:D Anyway, I'm basically in love with all the male characters other than Thor and Captain America (I still see him as lil Johnny! 'Flame one!') So I'll be writing a lot of fanfictions. This is just the first of many - and with my favourite character... Loki
Prologue
*Loki's point of view*
Trapped forever. This is much worse than just being exiled. This is... torturous. Banished to the realm of Limbo where there is no colour, no light - no life. Just my own personal hell... being left alone with my thoughts.
Thoughts about my failure, of how I was unable to defeat the 'Avengers' - how I was humilated for the millionth time by my 'brother'. Oh how I hate this place.
I've tried blocking out my thoughts, tried to just close my eyes and fight it, but they always win. The taunting voices at the back of my head, mocking me for my loses. For not being able to prove everyone wrong.
I feel that irristable darkness twisting in my stomach, tugging and pulling - making my resentment stay strong, my resolve unwavering.
I don't know how time passes here. I feel like it's been years - centuries. For all I know, it could have been. It might as well have been.
I find my eyes fixated upon a spot. Just a tiny dash of white. It seems impossible - there's nothing here. Nothing but the darkness, swirling and overwhelming. What is this light?
Maybe I'm going crazy.
Wouldn't be the first time.
But no, as I stare - the light grows. Stretching slowly, widening until it begins to blind me, dazzling me. I flinch and throw a hand over my face, stumbling back a step and falling, hitting the nothing beneath me hard.
"Loki."
Female, young - fresh. Her voice is like that of an angel's in such a devestating place of darkness. I uncover my face and blink rapidly at the dark shadow hovvering above me, the light surrounding her like a halo.
"Who are you?" I ask hoarsely.
"I'm here to help you escape." She holds out a hand.
I stare at the blurred form of her hand for several seconds. She doesn't waver or falter, instead remains standing still. With hesitance of mistrust, I finally reach up and grasp it. She helps me stand and as we move towards the light, I can feel myself growing weaker. I stumble and she catches me.
"Listen to me, okay?" She says quietly and I try to ignore the fact that if she wasn't holding me up, I would have hit the floor by now. "You've spent several months here. When we go back out into the world, you're going to feel fatigued. This will last for several days until you gather your strength. I have somewhere for you to hide out until then."
"And then what?"
She pauses as we reach the door of brightness and turns to me, a small smile playing across her slightly distorted face.
"And then Loki, you shall finally have your revenge."