THOR

The Long Fang

Hello everyone! This story has been on my mind for two years, and it feels good to finally write it down and publish it. My OC superhero team has decided to see what the Marvel World is like. I do not own Marvel, but Element Supreme is mine. Sorry about confusing backstories as my characters are full of them. But I'm sure y'all are here for Thor and Loki. ? I'm a little nervous about this story, but also excited! It's been a while since I've been here. Hope you enjoy! Whatever readers I have left…

Also, this is my first Marvel fic, so I guess that adds to my being nervous.

(Takes deep breath)

Here goes! ^_^

Prologue

The night was nice and cooler than previous nights. Odin Borson had kept the window open as he stood, looking out into the city with his hands behind his back, waiting for his son to appear. He was going to leave tonight, he just knew it. He wondered how he could stop his son from leaving.

He heard those gentle footsteps coming closer to the front door. Without having to turn around, he knew it was him. It was the man whom he had come to truly love as his son.

"Loki," Odin finally turned around to see Loki standing close to the door, about to leave. Loki paused and lowered his hand he had placed on the door.

"I should've known you'd be here…" Loki said quietly. "I take you've come to stop me."

"I was hoping…" Odin said. "Or at least get an explanation out of you."

"Haven't I explained myself enough?" Loki asked. "All the guilt Frigga tried to lay on me has finally caught up… I need to get away… I don't know who I am anymore…"

"And you think running away will help?" Odin asked. "Loki, you are not the only one who has made mistakes around here. You said so yourself; I have made mistakes. I still make mistakes."

Loki didn't answer him at first.

"But I can't stop you… it's about time I let you spread your wings… Will you ever come back?"

"I don't know…"

"What about the Throne?"

Loki thought about that question for a moment. Thor had told him directly he would not have it, and Balder decided he wasn't cut out for being a king. His excuse was being the youngest.

"I don't know about that either…" Loki admitted. Lately, he had lost his appetite for a throne. At least at this moment. Maybe he would return and claim the throne if his father still offered it to him… but now, all he wanted to do was find a way to pay for his mistakes.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Odin said. "But until then… whenever you return…you'll always be welcome."

"Thank you… Father…"

Odin smiled at Loki, pleased to hear him call him 'Father' again. "Before you go… tell me something."

"Yes?"

"Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"

Loki hesitated before nodding and turning to Odin.

"Well, I was going to at first…but when I told you that I had died… I saw a look in your eye…it really looked like grief and sadness. I could tell your heart was broken. And when you fell into the Odinsleep from your grief… I knew I had doomed all of us. So, I realized my only option was to help you, and if anyone realized it was me on the throne…well… that would have ended poorly…" Loki sighed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be selfish, I just didn't want to leave Asgard in a state of panic…"

"And for that, I forgive you." Odin smiled and winked at his son. "Be safe… my son."

"Thank you," Loki nodded as he pushed the door open. He took a few steps outside, and paused as he breathed in the fresh air. He began to walk down the stairs. He paused again, unaware of Odin watching him from the open door. The guards began to seem uneasy as they watched Loki sway slightly. Odin began to walk toward him, sensing something wasn't right. Loki reached at his forehead before closing his eyes and slowly collapsing on the stairs.

"Loki!" At this point, Odin rushed to his son's side, followed by the two concerned guards. Odin placed his hand on Loki's forehead. "He's burning up!" Odin said, turning to the guards. "One of you, get the healer," One guard immediately took off. "You," Odin pointed to the remaining guard. "Help me get him back to his room." He and the guard had one of Loki's arms around their shoulders. "He shouldn't be traveling in this state." Odin decided aloud. "I knew he was off…I just couldn't figure it out…"

After they had helped Loki into his bed, and the healer came with medicine, and told Loki to rest, Odin sat by his bedside for a moment.

"Father…" Loki muttered quietly, sweat pouring down his face. "What's going on?"

"You have an intense fever. Stay under the blanket and sweat this out. There's also water beside your bed. It may help cool you down too." Odin replied.

"How did I get sick?"

"You're going through a metamorphosis, my son. What you have been doing lately, has been the opposite of your character. Now, your mind is at war with itself."

"I don't feel right…" Loki groaned.

"I know," Odin soothed. "It's hard, but once you come out of it, you will become a better man. And the wonderful prince you were always meant to be."