A.N.: Hi, this is my first try at an Avengers fic. It centers mostly on Loki, but it has a lot of Tony and Thor too. I'm mixing some Norse Mythology into this as well. There are no pairings at the moment, but I might make this a FrostIron fic. That won't be for a while though. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with The Avengers, Thor, or Norse Mythology.
The Lost Daughter
Destruction is a marvelous thing. It only takes one little thing to cause it, something as small as a match.
Glancing up from his perch, Loki smiles vindictively. The agents that had been following him were such a nuisance. You think they would have got the hint when he blew up the last ones that he caught following him, but it seems these mortals never learn. No matter, the more fun for him.
Dusting off his armor, he walks up to the now mutilated bodies. The smell is atrocious. Looking closer, he realizes who has been following him. It comes as no surprise. S.H.I.E.L.D. is on the dead mortals uniforms.
A noise comes from one of the agent's ears. The words 'girl', 'Loki', and 'location' are all he can distinguish. This he finds curious. What girl are they referring to? A movement of some sort catches his attention.
Cautiously moving near it, he stops when a little hand breaks free from the fabric. Loki being extremely curious now moves even closer. Next, a tuft of black hair is revealed. It's a child. He wonders if it is the girl he has heard about.
A second later the child confirms his thoughts. She is small, her eyes open and he gasps in shock. A familiar green stares at him in slight fear. He knows exactly who she is.
Why does S.H.I.E.L.D. have her?
Why are they following him with her with them?
Where did they find her?
He thought he never would see her again, his beloved little girl. The last time he saw her she was but a babe.
"Who are you?" She asks, looking at him with fear and confusion.
"I am Loki, I gave birth to you."
Her confusion changes into suspicion. "How do I know you are not lying?"
He thought on it a moment and then said, "You have a necklace that you have had all your life, don't you?"
The little girl looks at him in surprise. "How do you know that?"
He grins sincerely at her. "Because I made it for you before you were born. It has my symbol on it too."
She pulls the necklace out and the gold chain sparkles in the sunlight. A snake biting its tail is dangling from it. "Why have I not been with you all along?"
His expression turns hard and then his eyes become moist. "Your grandfather took you away from me. I could do nothing but watch." Loki bitterly spat out grandfather like it was a curse, which in a way it was.
His little girl reached up toward his face and stroked his cheek. This calmed him and he smiled at her in appreciation.
"Come on, we need to get away from here." Loki knew they would be found soon if they stuck around.
She stood up with shaky legs and he got his first good look at her. She looked about the age of six, which would be about right. Her dark hair was slightly curly and her clothes were littered with dirt.
He put his hands out to her. "Come, I'll carry you."
She grasped his hands in hers and he pulled her up against his chest. Her head cuddled into him. He smiled for one of the first times in a while. He had his little girl back.
"What did you name me?" She mumbled into his chest.
"What have you've been called?"
"Girl, it, thing, among others."
His expression darkened with hate. "Your name is Hel or Hela as I called you frequently."
Her face lit up. "I like it."
He held her closer in response and he heard her sigh in pleasure from the contact. Loki would get his revenge on Odin and he would find out what S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted with his little girl if it was the last thing he'd ever do.
No one harmed him and in extension his girl without facing the consequences. And there would be consequences, he thought. He is not called the God of Mischief and Chaos for nothing. Loki earned those titles.
6 years ago
A storm was brewing. The clouds fit to burst. A black kitten with green eyes was prowling around when it started to rain. Her fur was soaked and she was shivering.
A human found her like this. He approached her with concern. Picking her up was a struggle. She kicked, yowled, and tried to scratch him several times with no success. He spewed curses, but continued carrying her with him.
Reaching his place, he found a towel to dry her off with. She started to warm, but she was still cautious around the human. You never could be too careful. The only thing she could remember was a mean man that stole her away from her mother. She could not remember what her mother looked like. This saddened her.
The human was approaching her again with some kind of container. A white substance filled it. He set it down and looked at her expectantly. She meowed in question.
"What are you waiting for? Drink it already," the human said in exasperation.
She tentatively licked the white substance and then decided she liked it. Finishing it off she began to feel sleepy. The last thing she remembered was the human picking her up.
A.N.: Please tell me how you like my Loki. Also, do you like Hela?
Edit 8/15: I just changed a little thing that I found wrong. Nothing major.