Hello there and welcome to my new fanfiction, Avenge the Stars. It is compleated on my computer with 24 chapters, and I am starting to write the sequel, so updates will be regular, hopefully! If anyone wants to be a Beta for this, send me a PM. c:
There will be OOCness in this, sorry, but I tried to keep it to a minimum!
This is a Loki!Redemption fic, so if ya don't like, then skedaddle!
Review and let me know what you think, but please no Flames. I'll just ignore them anyway...
Disclaimer:
I don't own Marvel or Lucasarts. Disney does, and I am not Disney.
On with the Fic!
A wave of pain flash through his entire being when he was dumped onto the cold ground, as if his multitude of wounds were shouting in protest at the hard movement. He clenched his fist tight, not caring that his fingernails were digging hard into him palm. He could barely feel that pain over the rest of his body.
His weakened state shook as he kept his eyes shut, waiting until he heard a snort of laughter and footsteps walking away from his cell, and even after that tormentor left, he kept them shut.
He had exactly ten minutes before another tormentor came to drag him away to some other horrible place, so he had to time this greatly.
Because if there was one thing that Loki, the God of Mischief and lies, was good at, then that was planning. And a plan did he have. It was not one of his most sound plans ever, in fact it was probably his worst thought out plan ever, but since he didn't know all the variables it was the best he could come up with.
When the Other had captured him, the Chitauri didn't bother to try and do anything to Loki's magic. The Other had known that Loki's magic was already almost gone from his defeat by the hands of the Avengers and what magic Loki did get back would be all spent on trying to stay alive.
At least, that's what the Other thought. It was rather foolish on his part, Loki thought, as he slowly released his tight control on his magical reserves he had been building up ever since he had arrived. It was not as much as he had wanted, but he couldn't afford to wait any longer.
So with his small build up of magic, he started slowly healing himself, but was careful not to use too much, just enough so he could stand (still painful standing, but he couldn't be picky). And with the rest he focused on tightly. He needed to get this right… if he was wrong? Then this would most likely not go down very well.
Teleportation was rather simple and easy to do, once you worked out how to do so. But teleporting long distance while only replying on Magical Reserves that were less than half, way less than half, of his full strength? That was the hard part.
He wasn't even sure he'd be able to teleport, let alone long distance.
This is a fine mess you're in, Loki. The god thought wryly to himself.
But he needed to focus. He'd have time to deal with everything later, after he escaped. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, wincing as he felt some internal pain at that action.
Focus Loki! He mentally scolded himself.
Then he ignored the pain, which was not as severe as he had felt before thanks to his healing, and focused on the location he wanted to go, a chamber on the other side of the ship that held many different relics. He was almost sure that there would be something there that could help his escape, and he had an idea in mind on what it was. He just hoped it was there.
And if not? Well, he didn't want to think about that.
He took in another breath and then vanished.
When he reappeared, he stumbled and fell to the ground landing on his hands and knees, feeling his Magic almost depleted. He gave himself a moment before pulling himself up, grabbing a crate of some sorts to help him do so.
He looked around, feeling some satisfaction at the fact that he had managed to teleport to the right location. But he was still pressed for time, that he knew. The Other would probably find out about his teleportation very soon, and contact Thanos, and he hoped to be gone from here before that.
He leaned on different boxes as he walked around the room, trying to find something to help his escape. His eyes caught onto a sceptre that was leaning on a wall. He carefully made his way to it and grabbed it, transferring most of his weight onto it.
He used it to help himself walk to a different section of the room, fighting the frustration that was growing inside of him. There had to be a way out of here! There had to be!
His eyes widened in alarm as he heard footsteps running to the door to this room. Loki dived behind a pile of boxes, trying not the let out a sound. Which was easier said than done as he just aggravated more of his injuries.
He heard the footsteps walk closer to his hiding spot, making Loki grit his teeth and clench the sceptre tighter. If he had to fight, he would. Nobody would take Loki Odinso- no, just Loki. Nobody would take Loki without a fight.
Though, something else attracted his attention. A small object was sitting on a shelve in front of the god. It was a sphere that could easily fit inside his palm, and it was giving of a slight glow which was what attracted Loki's attention in the first place.
Loki dived for it, reaching out in one hand just as the Chitauri warrior saw him. Loki curled his hand around the object and looked up at the alien, a grin slowly coming onto the tricksters face.
The Chitauri growled and aimed it's weapon at Loki, but it never had a chance to strike as the world around them twisted and turned.
And then the two beings were gone.
Star Wars will be in the next chapter. Takes place in the Clone Wars, season 5 time.