Drums of Asgard.
Hi all! This is a flash of inspiration that hit me one night when Steam chatting with a group of friends. I must credit the lovely GLaDOS a.k.a October Revolution for the amazing title. Hopefully, you will all enjoy my efforts!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel character or Doctor Who.
Beginning.
It all started with a blue box.
A box that locked away a whole other world of stars and time. It was a portal to planets, galaxies…even parallel universes.
And Chaos got to see them all with the Oncoming Storm.
He'd been defeated. Defeated, cowed and upset.
A ragtag group of mostly mortals (if you excluded his not brother) had brought him to his knees (in the dull green giant's case, literally) and his brother still expected everything to be better now! Like beating the hell out of his adopted little brother could solve everything.
He'd always been such an oaf.
The room was in shambles with holes on the ceiling, a rocky imprint in the concrete floor where Loki lay a few minutes ago in pain and dust and blood spatters dotted the area. It wasn't quite what Loki had envisioned.
At least the God of Mischief tried.
Then again, that's what everyone always said.
Good try, Loki.
You tried your best.
You nearly won my approval…but not quite.
Loki wobbled but remained standing in an act of defiance and pride. He opened his mouth to say something hopefully half-clever, for his head spun wildly and he couldn't feel his tongue.
And the noise started.
A grating noise that was the sound of the Void and Bifrost Bridge all at once, a sound that rocked your core and left you looking around wildly, desperate to find out where it came from because you wanted to run away with it and find adventure, quests beyond your childhood dreams and fantasies! Loki pressed himself against the cracked wall, fearing the noise while his idiotic not brother and the rest of the multi coloured Avengers scanned the area with their weapons at the ready, wary and weary of fighting.
Maybe he could run while they were distracted?
From the shadows of space it emerged, hazing into existence like a mirage constantly breaking and reforming in the ripples of a golden desert.
It was a blue box.
A blue box just appeared out of nowhere.
Perhaps he truly was mad after all.
Or just tired.
Loki slid a little further down the wall.
Every available weapon was trained on the blue box straight away, hasty glances thrown his way, filled with suspicion. Loki could see Hawkeye fighting the urge to turn round and put an arrow through his skull and quelled his smirk. Suddenly there was a burst of noise and a blur in a long brown coat barged out of the box, holding his hands in surrender while a cheery smile worked his way across his face. Clearly, he was used to this.
"Hello!" he calls to them, gazing around the room with childish brown eyes. "Wow, you lot have made a big mess, haven't you?"
The safety came off on Black Widow's gun and the strange man (he felt unreal and Loki couldn't quite pin down why that was) gave a loud sigh.
"Oh, always about the weapons with you lot, isn't it? If it's not swords, then it's bayonets and if it's not those, it's guns! Honestly, I wonder why you humans bother studying history. You never learn from it!"
"Who are you?" Black Widow asked quietly, straight to business as usual and Loki felt his body prickle because he was sure that the man has been asked that before.
The floppy-haired man grinned again, slowly lowering his hands into his big coat pockets.
"I love it when people ask me that! I'm the Doctor."
He was definitely not human and Captain America eyed him in defensive wariness.
"How many more weirdoes are we gonna meet today?!" Ironman threw his hands up into the air and the one calling himself the Doctor beamed at the sight of him.
"What a brilliant man you are! I mean, look at that suit! Pure craftsmanship, that is!" he chirped, circling the billionaire with wonder.
Tony Stark preened a little under the Doctor's compliment and Hawkeye rolled his eyes.
"Don't bloat his head even more."
"What are you a Doctor of anyway?" Bruce Banner asked with interest, having calmed down enough to turn back into his mild mannered self.
"Oooh, not much. Just bits and bobs really." Doctor replied, his mouth quirking upwards a little. The probable alien took advantage of the confused opening to stroll over to Loki, who slid another inch down the wall. Weapons followed but he didn't seem too ruffled about that.
"Now then…Loki, Loki. You HAVE been in the wars, haven't you? A god, a man of tricks and magic! It's been a while since I saw you." He pulled the startled Asgardian's – no Jotun's face forward and peered into his eyes, his own suddenly solemn and so OLD. Loki's unease grew and something foreign stirred fretfully in his mind.
"You got a nasty case of blue eye there."
Thor spoke up finally, bewildered.
"Surely you jest? My brother's eyes are green."
"No, Thor, God of Thunder," Doctor answered, pressing his fingers to a squirming Loki's temples. There was a roaring in Loki's ears and his mouth was dry.
"They're blue."
And then the world siphoned away from Loki as he felt a blindingly painful tug on his mind and nothing made sense anymore as everything he knew fell into the Void with him a second time.
It was a nightmare greedily pulling him away.
And that's the first chapter! Hope you all like it!
Love Lily. X