Title: Entre les Mondes
Summary: (Parody of animation 'L'entre Deux'; rated T because I'm paranoid.) AU: After the events of Thor 2/Avengers 2, Thor visits an old necromancer to hopefully make contact with Loki- and finds a way to bring him back.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the plot, or the animation. Just the idea- and maybe what will happen if this continues.
The monster Kurse was nearing too close- any closer and he, the Thunderer, son of Odin, would perish. He'd heard Loki a few yards away stabbing the numerous dark elves, but he hardly even noticed now as Kurse neared closer. The beast was horrifyingly brutal as it 'hammered' down on him (What did Stark call it? A 'pun'?), but he gave out a brief gasp in surprise as a long pole sliced through its back and chest. Kurse turned to see Loki, only to pick the prince up and stab him in return, the ink-haired prince cringing.
"No!" He screamed, watching Kurse shove his half-brother off the blade roughly onto the ground.
"See you in Hel, monster," Loki had seethed. Kurse turned around in confusion and shock as the glowing 'grenade' on its belt exploded, melting the monster in a burst of orange seidr as the vortex sucked in its remains and disappeared.
He dashed over, cuts on his forehead bleeding roughly as he knelt over him, frantic as Jane, several yards away, ran over, her small figure in the distance becoming clearer.
If only watching his half-brother die was so simple…
A thin, bony hand pushed through the curtain of bones, several of them rattling until the gloved hand grabbed one tightly, the hand's owner's eyes opening wide, circles of dark blue paint surrounding them.
"..He is walking through the In-Between."
He made a confused expression, biting his lip before turning to look at the door. He'd consulted Odin about this, but the old king had neither protested or accepted the decision the he was going here. "The In-Between?" he whispered.
"Yes," the old volva hissed, her eyes wrinkling. "He walks through this confused realm, the In-Between- a special realm that is neither Hel nor Valhalla, in which his memories are drained away, and with them, his life! Only few are put there because the Norns cannot make a decision to put them in Hel or Valhalla- only few." She muttered.
He glanced down at the card in front of him, the ghastly image of a cracked skull etched on it. "He is down there?" He repeated quietly.
The volva ignored him, leaning forward. "Give me your hand, Odinson," she whispered, voice cracking. "Your memories only will allow you to bring him back from the In-Between." She grasped his wrist, making a small cut along his index finger, the drop of blood falling onto the chest of an old cloth doll. "You are the only one who can remind him of everything."
He leaned forward, expression dark. "How must I do this?"
"You need only remind him of who he is and where he comes from for him to come back.." She murmured
He nodded. "If there is a chance, I will try-"
She stood up, towering over him. "But be careful! You will have to bring his memories back.."
"..but you must never touch him."
"And why is this?" He growled.
"If you touch him, you will have no memories of him!" She whispered.
He leaned back in his chair, expression slowly darkening. "I would like to have him back, volva. I want him here with me. I will show him what we were and are."
"Very well, but above all, you must never remind him of his death.. ...or his soul will disappear forever. Do not remind him of his last moment!"
His brow furrowed in confusion. "How could I see that his memories..?"
"Time will come for both of you to return, and you will see the spark.. …Trust yourself. You will bring him back."
