So, I've been working on this baby for a few months now and I'm putting it up for everyone to see :3 I'm sorry the summary sucks but I promise it's better, there's plenty of angst and romance and action to balance it all out. And the title is from the song Skyfall by Adele, I feel like it fits :) I hope you all enjoy it, I've worked really hard on this. It was strange, when I went into the theater the day I went to see the Avengers I entered a Tony Stark fan and left a Loki lover .3. Tom is just THAT MUCH of a good actor x) ANYHOW I hope you enjoy it~
I Know I'd Never Be Me,
Without the Security Of Your Loving Arms,
Keeping Me From Harm.
Put Your Hand in My Hand and We'll Stand Together
As the Sky Falls.
An Avenger's FanFiction
Prologue:
There was a traitor in the peaceful kingdom of Asgard; one who would so willingly throw everything away to eliminate the very source of his anger and hate. A brother who, although he was the primary heir of his family, wanted nothing more than to see the light of life leave his sister's eyes. Ever since she was born their father had given her the affection while all he received was the lessons, the lectures, and a place in their family. Their mother was the same as the traitorous son, she hated knowing that everyday their daughter lived and breathed happily and safely behind the palace walls while her brother had to toil away to get what he so rightfully deserved, what he thought he so rightfully deserved. Yet she managed to gain it all with a swoop of her sword; in defending the two reigning princes of Asgard she had managed to receive all her family's wealth without even asking for it or wanting it.
She was beautiful, independent, self-reliable, strong, and graceful in the art that was her fighting. She was incredibly smart as a child and as she grew older as did her vast span of knowledge, one day she had so awed the world that word of her intellect reached the palace and not too soon after she was called in with her father and was offered a position of a lifetime; to become a private mentor to the sons of Odin. Being a teenager at the time she was reluctant but with her advanced mind, she accepted his gracious offer. Yet the moment she started mentoring Thor and Loki, she hated them. Thor was cocky and obnoxious while Loki would always pull a prank on her and find a way to lie his way out of any assignments she would assign. One day she grew incredibly annoyed with their foolishness that she raised her voice demanding that she be respected, perhaps not as a teacher but as an equal. She demanded that either they learn to respect her or they come to fear her, she knew that what she was doing could've been considered treason but the moment she set her foot down in protest the two princes nearly swooned over her at the same time.
Over the years the three had become very close, she was the closest of friends with Thor but she was somehow closer to Loki. Thor was never the center of her attention; only when he needed help in something or when she was teaching him personally did she ever give him her undivided attention. Her attention revolved around the God of Mischief, Loki. She had always found herself attracted to him, he was cunning, clever, and sweet when he wanted to be, and fun to be around when performing pranks. But little did she know that he had started to develop these feelings for her as well; she was beautiful, smart, sarcastic, playful, and independent. He couldn't stand those women who depended solely on their partners, not only that but she was one hell of a good fighter.
He found out her infatuation with him through a book that she accidentally left lying around one day, it was a sketchbook filled with many sketches of many different people. But most of those pages held sketches of himself and he was not dull; he realized that someone in the world actually loved him. Not Thor, him. And he decided to confront her about it and from there came a relationship of stolen kisses, hidden nights, secret rendez-vous, childish notes, cheeky remarks, a relationship that the both of them were perfectly happy with. But soon, things would go wrong because when things are at their most normal there's always someone who'll come along and make everything worse.
Chapter 1:
The Norse God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard stood in his armor but lacking in a helmet, it was just him and the brother of the one who he'd practically grown up with, Caleb. Along with the hoards of ice peoples and monsters and demons thrashing and destroying everything and everyone in their sight, this couldn't be his fault. This isn't what he was expecting when his father sent him to retrieve the boy. While his back was turned a boy with shoulder length sky blue hair and pale skin skillfully aimed a dagger made of ice at the Norse God, after steady breathing he threw hard enough to pierce flesh and metal alike. A girl suddenly stood in front of him and pushed him out of the way with her right arm while she grabbed one of the silver daggers strapped onto her back by a leather harness and threw it at the man who threw the dagger to begin with. Loki's emerald orbs looked up at the female angrily, ready to snap her neck for even daring to touch him let alone push him. His gaze immediately softened when he saw a dagger made of ice protruding from the female's shoulder, while a wound similar to that a dagger would make slowly faded onto her other shoulder,
"Never turn your back on the enemy." She said to him simply as she harshly yanked the dagger out and threw it at his feet; she cocked her head in his direction and smiled a small smile, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He replied simply, brushing himself off. He looked at the girl, no, woman standing before him. Within the deep chasms of her cerulean eyes swirled a deep anger that was borderline hatred for the man standing across the field,
"So nice to see you up and about, brother. Tell me does it hurt?" She called out to the man before her; she pushed Loki behind her and stood protectively.
"Only a little, dear sister of mine." He chuckled darkly,
"I'm glad to hear that." She brought one of her fingers to the dagger wound on her left shoulder and pushed her finger against it roughly. The man across the field hissed and groaned in pain,
"I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten our little bond." He chuckled between strained and heavy breaths,
"My pain is your pain until I die, when I die our pain will be united and together we will pass." They said simultaneously,
"How could I forget?" She scoffed annoyed, she then turned to Loki while her stance still remained rigid and tense, "I know that this isn't what you bargained for, so I want you to leave, Loki, immediately." She demanded, when she saw a stubbornness of the likes that only a prince could achieve she sighed exasperatedly,
"Look, if you just stay here you'll only get in my way and I need to focus. If you want to help fine but if not then just go." She tried to keep her voice gentle but the fight in front of her was coaxing a darker more temperamental side of herself that she tried to refrain from showing the prince. He gripped her shoulder supportively,
"I'll come back for you, Lynn." Before he parted he placed a quick but deep kiss onto her lush pink lips and with that he ran off to find his guards who seemed to get lost along the way. Caleb pressed his hand on the floor and icicle spears made their way to the prince only to be blocked by a thick wall of ice with the beautiful girl standing behind it. Her eyes glowed menacingly at her twin brother,
"What's changed brother?"
"What's the point of even trying to impress anyone? They don't care about me, no one cares about me! I've tried time and time again to offer my services but they always turn me down because they have you. Why would they need me when they fancy you more and just because you're a stupid, good for nothing, whore of a female!" He yelled angrily as he cast more ice in her direction, an icicle managed to catch her thigh. She hissed slightly but soon relaxed as armor made of the thickest and strongest ice began to layer her shoulders delicately, the ice came down and wrapped around her arms and daintily covered her fingers. Beneath the armor she had dark blue leggings that were made of the lightest material, making it easier for her to move and run. She was wearing a strapless light blue tube top that hugged her curves wonderfully. A golden belt hung loosely around her hips that held many different small weapons,
"Let's do this the right way, brother. Just you and me, hand-to-hand and nothing more, unless you're too afraid you'll lose to me." She chuckled teasingly, she rolled her shoulders to remove the armor and soon enough it shattered and fell off; he shrugged off his armor as well,
"If you're too scared to fight me, than why wouldn't you say so?" He laughed mockingly,
"I just don't want to kill you, because unlike you I'm not ready to throw my life away just yet." They walked around each other and just as Loki had promised her, he returned with arms bared but stood still as he watched them, his brother was ready to rush into battle as usual but he stopped him cold and forced him to wait. They were stalking each other, mirroring the other's movements with such pinpoint accuracy,
"Your move, brother."
"Please, dear sister, ladies first." He cooed teasingly,
"If that's what you want, then so be it!" With that the two finally lunged at each other, trying to bring down the other in a rough fight to the death but she didn't want to kill him and it was making her skill become faulty. She was constantly tossed around, cut, stabbed; she couldn't bring herself to deliver a finishing blow to her brother. She saw Loki and Thor begin to move in her in general direction she rolled her eyes and cut their path short with a wall of thick ice, she got up and examined her brother. He was tired and in a lot of pain, good. She was trained for this, with Loki's help she built tolerance to pain but because her brother always wasted time complaining he never thought of it, that's one advantage. His body was beginning to give out, his breathing was heavy and labored and his movement was beginning to get sluggish and messy, second advantage.
"Are you so tired, sis that you don't move?" He mocked between heavy pants; he can barely hold his weight from the ground.
"Have you taken a look at yourself, dear brother?" She teased in return, rolled her shoulders and her neck and took a stance, "Now it's my turn, I suppose." She charged right at him and jumped into the air and landed right onto him with a strong kick in the chest knocking him down, she pushed herself off of him and onto the ground. She quickly turned on the ball of her heel and pulled a beautiful sword with a silver hilt and intricate designs of roses and snow, she ran at him and pinned his shoulder to the ground with the blade causing a similar wound to form on her shoulder as well. She grabbed the blade and pulled it out roughly to paralyze his body, so far so good. Her breathing started to become labored as well; she was loosing too much blood. He shot up and lunged at her throat, gripping it with pure hatred; he wanted nothing more than for her heart to stop beating, even if it meant he were to die as well. She clawed at his hands, desperate to get air to circulate into her lungs. Her head was starting to pound and the floor was starting to spin beneath her, she reached for his shoulder and dug her thumb roughly into the open wound, his grip only tightened. She balled her hand into a fist and punched him in the jaw finally getting him off of her; she coughed and gasped trying so hard to get the air in her lungs. She got up shakily and gripped the gash on her side; she walked over to her brother who was recovering from the blow to the face. She loomed over him menacingly, looking down on him disapprovingly,
"I thought I taught you better." She said quietly to herself as she looked into the crystal eyes of her twin. She lifted her leg and brought it down on his head knocking him to ground with a buzzing skull and momentary paralysis. After what felt like an eternity of waiting the two Princes ran to her side while the guards ran to escaped fugitive,
"I've never seen you in battle before." Gaped Thor, the war hungry prince, "I'm very impressed." She plopped onto the ground catching her breath, panting heavily,
"You think so? I was really unorganized; I'm usually a lot better I assure you." She replied coarsely, still getting her voice back from when her brother viciously choked her. She gripped her side in a vice grip trying to stop the blood flow; she got up shakily pushing Thor's hand away when he offered support. Although her cerulean orbs were pained they were still proud, she'd be damned if she acknowledged her moment of weakness, her dear friend was watching her with worried emerald eyes darting from wound to wound and finally to her pained eyes. Thor acknowledged that he was not needed and went to the guards to speak with them about their captive, Loki and Icelynn stood staring into each other's eyes,
"That was foolish." He said simply but the concern was evident not in his voice but in his body language and eyes,
"Next time, don't stand there looking like a lost doe." She chuckled putting her hands on her hips, he rolled his eyes and pushed her teasingly she laughed and pushed back,
"You're not cold?" He inquired; his eyes would occasionally wander to the blood that stained the snow and the droplets of crimson that rolled down her arm and side,
"Loki, I'm practically made of ice. I appreciate your concern, really I do, but I'm not cold." She chuckled; she wasn't trying to make herself feel better but rather the troubled prince that stood before her, so typical of her. He rolled his eyes and still gave her his coat,
"I believe a 'Thank you' is in order."
"So, to thank me for saving your life you're giving me your coat." She inquired teasingly; the two chuckled lightly at her inquiry. But what came next surprised the playfulness right out of her; he grabbed her arm lightly and pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply but secretively,
"I owe you my life, and for that I humbly thank you." He said when he pulled away; she pushed his shoulder playfully,
"Careful, Prince, you might just injure your pride." She laughed; he rolled his eyes and pushed her shoulder in return putting her arm over his shoulders and helped her make her way across the field. She threw a final glance at her brother who was glaring daggers at her, his expression changed from pure rage to one of absolute malice.
"You think you've won but you're nowhere near it. Watch, when you least expect it I'll destroy everything you love even your beloved Prince!" He yelled after her. The two stopped in their place and turned to look at him. Loki's eyes were hard and menacing and her usually warm blue eyes turned cold and deadly as she met his gaze without waver. Thor and Loki both looked at the two enraged siblings, never had they seen such untapped anger and hatred in a person's eyes. Loki forcibly tore her gaze away from him as they made their way to edge of the field where they were to be taken back to Asgard, after the guards successfully had her brother in a firm grip they joined Loki and Icelynn where they went home.