Fandom: Marvel Films
Movie: Thor
Characters/Pairings: Loki
Rating/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 335
Suspicion
Loki's first impression of the barren wasteland of Jotunheim was that it was freezing. That came as no surprise, of course; the shock was in finding himself unaffected by the harsh climate. He felt warm, perfectly comfortable… well, as comfortable as anyone could be while on the verge of confronting a horde of angry Frost Giants.
Meanwhile, his companions said not a word about the frigid temperature, but it was apparent in the way Sif wrapped her arms around herself when she thought no one was looking, there in the slight tremble of Thor's body, an involuntary reaction that had nothing to do with fear. They were affected while he was not… but why?
Absurd for his thoughts to be consumed by such an inconsequential matter, particularly under such perilous circumstances. Nonetheless, Loki couldn't help himself. Even during the confrontation with Laufey, when life or death rested in the balance, the mystery tickled at the edges of his consciousness, almost as if he already knew the answer but simply couldn't put a name to it.
Suddenly, it hit him: Magic. Of course! That made perfect sense. And even better, it seemed that for once, the powers bestowed upon him by his mother provided a distinct advantage over Thor's brute strength. Relieved and admittedly a touch gratified by the thought, he nearly smiled as his brother responded to a particularly cold gust of wind with a noticeable shiver.
But then the smile faded before it could ever touch his lips, for what swiftly followed was a peculiar glance from Laufey that had nothing to do with magic. A handful of special powers couldn't explain away the cryptic remarks that shook him to his core, nor could it justify the feeling that should he survive this day, his life would never be the same.
It was there on that frigid breeze, whispers of a fate as yet unknown… a destiny that Loki wasn't quite sure he was ready to face.