Shortly post-movie. Please Read and Review! Will be a multichapter fic through the eyes of all our favourite superheroes, or at least it will be as long as you want it to be :). Please do mind my grammar mistakes and teach me, since I'm not a native English speaker. I'm still learning :)
One: Escape and Capture
"It's never too late, my brother. It's never too late to re-join the people of Asgard and stand beside me to rule with me. You can be my right hand, we can keep them at peace. Just say the word."
Thor looked at his brother with a deep passion, and Loki inwardly smiled. Thor, his brother, always the naïve one looking at the bright side of life. This was going to be too easy.
Loki tried to look as sad and honest as possible. "Yes, you're right, my brother. I don't know what got in to me. Fighting against the world, fighting against myself.. Because I was so lonely, Thor. I've been so lonely…" Loki saw his brother reacting exactly as planned, kneeling in front of him in his cell that had been his home for two months now. In those two months after Thor had taken him away from earth, back to Asgard to punish him, his brother had put him in this cell and never once came to visit him while the 'doctors worked on him'. He almost thought his blonde brother wasn't going to show up anymore, that he indeed was going to let him rot in this prison for the rest of eternity, when he finally showed up today. In his eyes, Loki immediately saw the desperate hope that he had turned into something good. Only thing was.. he hadn't.
The truth was, there was simply no room left for anything good. His mind had been consumed with the thoughts of ruling the earth and the humans, and he had been so close. If only those complete human freaks hadn't been standing in his way. The cast-offs of the planet, the few altered supernatural human beings calling themselves the Avengers. Bile rose up when Loki thought of that name.
The Avengers.
Now, instead of thinking about how to take over the planet, he had gotten completely obsessed with how to take revenge on those couple of hideous creatures on Earth, how to take back what they had stolen from him. Everything. To hurt them as much as they had hurt him.
And he knew just how to. If only he could find a way out of his current state.
Loki snapped out of his thoughts and was just in time to see his brother move even closer towards him, touching his bare shoulder. He almost puked when he saw the tears welling up in his brother's eyes. How weak.
"You won't ever be lonely again, my brother." Loki felt how easily his own fake tears came and continued his act even more fiercely.
"You've abandoned me. I felt desperate and alone. I didn't know how to act any other way then to try to be like you. To rule."
"You can rule with me. You won't have to fight for it anymore. We can stand side by side, just like it should be."
"You want that? To rule with me?" He let his tears now fall freely in order to completely convince his brother. And it worked.
"There's nothing I want more, Loki." He came closer and unlocked the chains around his hands and feet before standing up. He offered his hand.
"Come and be my brother again." Loki finally smiled.
"I've never been your brother." With that, he took Thor's arm and used all his force to throw him into the other side of the wall. He still had some strength in him and the blow momentarily kept Thor to the ground. While Thor still recovered from the unexpected turn of events, Loki made a run for it. He needed only one thing to get of this planet and back to planet Earth. The Tesseract. And he knew exactly where he'd found it. He knew still all the secret passages up to his brother's room, and he therefore made it there unseen and in no time. When he typed in the code on the keyboard on the bedside wall, Loki smiled again when the wall turned into a door and let him into the enormous lab that lay behind it. He walked towards the middle of the room and was greeted by the loveliest object in the whole universe. When he was only still few inched away from the Tesseract, he heard the scream.
"NO! Don't!" He turned around and was greeted by an exhausting Thor, a bloodstream trickling down on the right side of his head.
"Don't do it, Loki! There's still another way. You won't have to do this!" Loki grinned widely now, sure that his final goal was closer than ever. My silly little brother.
"You know, Thor, what your problem is? You never stop believing in a better world for everyone. A world in which every single one of use can be free. Freedom it's what you call it. See this as an act of compassion to show you that you can stop believing now. Because there won't be such a world. It's not a better world, it's worse. They need to be ruled. And they need to be shown that stupid suits can't always save them. Farewell, my brother."
With that, Loki took the Cube and turned the handles on the sides. Thor desperately jumped on the spot where his brother was standing milliseconds ago, but landed on the floor instead. Loki was gone.
Although he now knew they'd never let him out of their sight, that they'd always know where to find him, Dr. Banner still tried to hide as far away as possible. Right after catching Stark falling from the sky, after being in control as the Hulk, he had taken off to nowhere in particular. He travelled deep into the jungle, through a searing hot desert, or just walking along miles and miles of deserted asphalt. As long as he could be alone. When he was alone, he at least couldn't hurt anyone. Everybody congratulated him after saving Iron Man's life, because they thought it was him inside of that green monster. But it wasn't. Or maybe for a moment. He doesn't know nor will he ever find out, because he simply didn't know how it happened. He usually doesn't remember anything while he turns into that other guy. It's for a reason that he calls him the other guy. Because it's someone else entirely who creeps up on him whenever he lets his anger slip, ruining everything in his wake. But suddenly he felt himself inside of him, just before he smashed that Chitauri snake thing into the ground. He felt that. He felt himself jumping into the sky in order to catch Tony. But as sudden as it had appeared, as sudden it had disappeared again. He didn't know how he had done it or how do that it again. If only he knew. If only…
He arrived at his temporarily home deep into the streets of Mumbai. India had been great before Romanoff had found him to be part of the Avengers, and he had found himself gone back to the country because it had been one of the few places he could be as ease. It had been four weeks since that last showdown and he had found a way to settle again. He had picked up his activities as a doctor and tried to teach the street kids some in his spare time as well. The nightmares were beginning to wear off, his mind now occupied with helping the poor people surrounding him.
He opened his door and was greeted by an empty house. Or rather, an empty room since you couldn't exactly call it a house. It was a small room with a little staircase leading towards a small stone floor where his matrass lay. His kitchen had merely a gas burner to boil some water or some soup, and the worn-out chair functioned as his couch. A long table in the corner of the room was his dinner table, although it had only been used as an emergency table for people who had been brought in here when they were dying or likely to be. Although it wasn't much, it felt like home.
Bruce kicked off his boots and dropped his jacket on the chair when he turned towards the gas burner to heat up his soup from last night. When he stood there waiting until it boiled, he thought about today's events. He delivered a baby, saved a child after it had been hit by a car and taught some basic mathematics to 10-year old children. All in all, a good day. He almost started humming when the front door opens. By now, he has gotten used to people to just storm into his house at any time of the day, since it's the only place the poor people could come to when they're sick.
He therefore didn't pay attention to the man walking into his home. Never saw or heard it coming. Just when he put his soup off the stove, he felt a large needle entered his neck vein completely. His instincts took the better off him and he turned around while ripping the needle out. In front of him stood Loki, smiling at him from the other side of the room, sceptre in hand, as healthy as ever. Although he felt the anger boiling inside of him, the other guy never came out. Instead, he saw his vision becoming blurry, black spots enlarging before completely blocking his sight.
"You…!" It was the only thing he could manage to choke out before collapsing to the floor.
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