disclaimer: i do not own the avengers
This story is made for my cat, who will forever be in my heart and missed dearly.
chapter 1 Awakening.
New York.
A city that was crumbling down, torn apart by the ruthless Chitauri who only know how to destroy and hurt. Only moments ago the portal was opened, and all hope had seemed to vanish from Midgard's population as they streamed out. People ran away in panic trying to hide from this seemingly unstoppable invasion. The Chitauri had driven humans in corners, herding them like animals, slaughtering those who were foolish enough to dare an escape.
He watched and he knew that all hope was lost here for the Midgardians. In the end there would be nothing left to save or to care for; these weak people would all die and bathe in the despair he felt right now.
He was conscious about what was happening around him, and he watched it with a bitter taste in his mouth. Only moments before he experienced a short moment of lucid awareness, caused by his brother who still tried his utmost best to convince him of the good he had inside. Loki spoke words of his own, words of warning towards his sibling.
But control slipped away from him with a quick motion, and his brother was stabbed. Not by him, but by whatever had control behind his vicious blue eyes. His lips moved beyond his own will now, and he was aware of every dreaded syllable that came from them.
"Send the rest!"
It was as if his body reacted to the unwillingness of his thoughts. And if anybody was around to take notice of this, they would have seen a bitter conflicting sadness on his face. There were no options left but to ride it out and let them conquer; the Other would know soon enough that he was capable of coherent thoughts again. It would deem him unfit to be of further purpose for them; it would mean failure and execution.
He only wished in vain now for a slight chance, an opening, something, and anything that could mean his brother would have an opportunity to survive. And he prayed that his brother would not stand up and be a brave fool, for that would by all probability mean that any chance would be stomped into the ground viciously.
Wave after wave of reinforcements stormed out the portal, and the battle raged on beneath his feet. The small victory that the humans held was blown away by the sheer amount of new enemies. And more lay waiting amidst the stars, just beyond the blue boundaries of the portal. Even if they gave it their all it would never be enough.
The air around him grew dense and chilled, raising the hairs and his arm. His hand clutched the sceptre, and a shiver ran along his spine. He had no choice but to obey, as the Other called him.
"Loki."