AN: Hi! I'm Ommallaredpanda and I will be your author for this story!
This is (possibly and hopefully) the first Thor: Ragnarök fic from England and with Loki as its main character!
I am writing this after coming straight home from the cinema at about eight at night, so forgive how terrible it will probably be. Now for the contents of this particular story:
Title: Of Brothers and Betrayal
WARNINGS: Loki angst, betrayal, more angst, quite a bit of dialogue, probable gender-bending, shapeshifting, mentions of rape, being lost and abandoned and mentions of torture. Most of those are pretty minor stuff. I just want to be sure the more sensitive fans know what they're getting into!
Summary: The trip to Earth (or Midgard to some Æsir) was a long one. Even if they kept the Grand Master's orgy ship, it would have taken months, if not years, to reach the planet. However, they did not have the orgy ship. They had a big, great clunking hunk of metal that was designed to travel between planets at a leisurely pace, buying and selling odds and ends to keep the residents fed. So, the remaining Æsir would have a long journey ahead of them, along the way discovering new things and possibly rekindling old friendships.
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"Thor?" Loki asked, glancing at his newly "crowned" King.
Said King simply continued staring up at the giant ship before them, his blue eye widening as he stared in disbelief.
"Thor!" Loki sent the young King a slightly panicked glance. He was most certainly not ready to fight again, so soon after the catastrophe with Hela, and he knew that their best warrior wasn't either. After losing his eye, it would take him a while to regain his coordination.
"Uh, yes, Loki?" He tore his eye away from the humungous sight and focused upon his brother.
They stood in silence, neither knowing what to do.
"Is this… bad?" Thor asked, glancing back at the new ship.
"Yes, Thor, it is probably bad," Loki snapped into action, shock fleeing from his features. He grabbed onto Thor's wrist and began dragging him towards the bridge, "This is very, very bad!"
Loki ran down the winding passages he had somehow managed to memorise already, his heart speeding up before he forced himself to go through the (completely pointless) method of taking deep breaths. Thor was dragged along behind him, his feet just about staying under him as Loki wove them through the intricate weave of passages.
They stumbled onto the bridge to find it empty save Banner and Valkyrie. They both looked up, the Beast's eyes going cold as he spotted the duo.
"We need a plan. Any plan. Apart from Help Me." Loki glowered at his King, wanting the man to just snap out of his shock – it was wasting valuable time.
"Uh, yes, yes."
They all waited for the miracle plan that would save them to come from the lips of their warrior-saviour (apart from Loki).
"That ship is big!" They all stared.
Valkyrie nodded, "Yes, Thor, it is. Now, let's plan."
The unenthusiastic reply was followed with a long, pregnant silence. The four all glanced at each other, all of them wondering what they could've ever done to be stuck in such a situation.
Bruce sent a wary glare at Loki, standing next to him. The man was nothing but trouble and would betray them the moment he could. The only reason he was with them at that moment was because they would bring him back to Earth. So he could cause more trouble, of course.
And Loki sent him a quick glare in return, followed by an exasperated eye-roll, completely aware of his enemy's misgivings. They weren't exactly unfounded, but they were having a crisis at the moment, so they would all have to work together. He was really looking forward to it. A lot.
Of course, Valkyrie was wondering why she couldn't just go out and die in some glorious battle to save the remaining people of Asgard already. It was obvious they would have to fight and none of the nitwits surrounding her seemed to have the guts to say anything, much less make a halfway-decent plan.
Thor was the only member of the 'Revengers' not having malicious thoughts, he was simply trying to get his mind around how they were going to possibly get out of this. They really did need a plan, like Loki said, and no one else was trying to come up with one.
"So, a plan," The group immediately looked at him, waiting to see what he said, since no one else seemed willing to speak up in the awkward atmosphere.
"We can't outrun it, can we?" At this he looked to Valkyrie.
She shook her head, "I've been over the manual and experimented with this shit," The woman gestured at the piles of controls that looked as if someone had decided that organized panels of switches and buttons was for morons, "And it doesn't make sense. Even if it did, this piece of crap can only go about five lightyears an hour."
Loki looked up sharply, "But that means it would take us one million, thirty-three thousand, two hundred and seventy-two years to get to Midgard."
Everyone stared at Loki, wondering where in the Nine he got that information from, but then Banner spoke up:
"You're… You're right," He looked at Loki with a tad more respect, "I just did the calculations myself," The man looked to Thor, "We need a new ship, desperately."
"How desperately?" Valkyrie watched Bruce from across the small square they had formed.
"Very desperately," Loki glanced at Valkyrie before looking back at Banner, "We also need supplies."
"Yes, lots of supplies. We'll need water, food and fuel. And probably weapons," The man's seven PhDs started to kick in.
"And oxygen – you women will probably die without it."
"Wait up; 'you'? I'm certain you need oxygen too, Trickster!" Valkyrie glowered.
Loki smirked, "I don't, actually."
"Do you want to test that?" She grinned, displaying painfully white teeth.
Thor glowered, "Why, brother, must you always pick fights? We do not need this now!" The two turned to face him, "And, Valkyrie, my brother spoke the truth – he has no need for breathing. It is simply a reaction from growing up around those of us who do."
Bruce stared and so did Valkyrie. She mumbled something indistinct under her breath before dipping her head to her King.
Which left Bruce staring in disbelief at Loki; "You don't need to breathe?"
The non-oxygen consuming alien simply broke out of his rather accusatory glare (directed at Thor) and answered, "No, I do not," From behind gritted teeth.
Silence descended for a short while before they all gravitated back to the topic they had gathered to discuss.
"So, we need a plan on how to go up against what looks like a war ship. We also need supplies like water, food, fuel and oxygen. And, we need a new ship that hasn't got confusing controls, has weapons and is fast," Thor looked around the circle, "That about it?"
They all looked back, eyes almost vacant as they worked on the problem.
"We are royally fucked, aren't we?" Loki glanced around, a (clearly fake) easy smile on his face.
They all stared for a second, unsure of what to say to the supervillain among them. Especially since said supervillain was trying half-heartedly to lighten the mood.
The failed attempt flopped for a second, and then Valkyrie broke the awkward silence with a smug grin and hopeful words.
"We take the ship!" She smirked, cocking her head at the confused faces before her; "We find a way to get onto that ship and we take it!"
Bruce snorted, "Have you seen the size of it? We couldn't!" Banner paused, thinking before he continued, "But… Ships like that will almost certainly have smaller ships for communications and undercover operations!" He grinned looking around the circle expectantly.
"That idea has some merit, Doctor… However, we would need to locate and obtain release codes for the docking bays, find a way to get onto the ship and discover how to distract the many soldiers long enough to get 'Asgard' onto the chosen vessel," Loki pierced Banner with his gaze, his own eyes approving, if only a little.
"Could you possibly get your hands on that information, Loki?" Thor asked, looking between the two scheming masterminds.
The scheming mastermind in question looked decidedly offended by that, "I climbed into the trusted inner circle of the Grandmaster within two weeks and survived in the Court of Asgard as a politician for Odin knows how long."
"So, yes, you can? Or is that a long-winded way of saying no?" Valkyrie snarked.
Loki just shot her a disapproving look, "Yes, I can do it. For now we just need to worry about informing the rest of 'Asgard' of our plan."
"It's decided then-" Thor was abruptly cut off by the Hulk's alter ego.
"Sounds good, apart from how on Earth are you going to get on the ship?" Bruce's face twisted into a baffled expression, focused upon Loki, "I know that you don't need to breathe, which is impossible, by the way, but there is no way that you can possibly survive space."
Loki smirked with a rather smug look upon his angled face, "I can do it, Doctor. Don't doubt it."
The King nodded in confirmation, "So, our plan is decided, then?"
A quick wave of (reluctant, in Banner's case) nods swept through the 'Revengers'.
"I'll go tell Asgard, then." Thor swept away towards the turbolift, hitting the button beside it as he went, causing a ringing sound to permeate the ship, calling Asgard to the Meeting Hall at the ship's centre.
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Loki stood to the side of his brother, near the back of the 'Revengers', as they stood in front of Asgard. Or what was left of its people, anyhow.
Thor drabbled on with one of his inspiring speeches; he paused at all the right moments and the crowd cheered at all the right times, boring the King's poor brother half to death.
When the ordeal was finally over, the 'Revengers' returned to the bridge, Loki tagging along behind the other three, his face carefully blank.
They stood, back in their (seemingly automatic) square. The silence seemed less awkward now that they had a plan – they felt a little less like strangers who barely knew each other (or outright despised one another).
Thor looked around the group, a slight smile upon his face, "I guess we'd better start, then. Loki, how long will you need?"
The shapeshifter gave him a look, "I'll be back to get you all when I'm done. In the ship."
Thor just looked at his younger brother, "Are you sure, brother?"
"Never been more so!" The Trickster's grin caused them all to shiver as he twisted something out of thin air. The sudden blast of cold that smashed into the group's collective faces forced their eyes to smash shut as they collectively stepped backwards, hands going to their various weapons without thought.
But, when they opened their eyes, their estranged member was gone.
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AN: Cliff-hanger (kind of)!
Right, I just want to clear some things up:
This takes place after the movie and the credits scene (if you can't tell already). Also, any future chapters will be far better written and will be quite a bit longer, unless some reviewers tell me to keep it this length. Future chapter will be full to the brim with angst and far more Loki (this one is kind of a set up for the plot). Also, is anyone else wondering why Loki didn't get super amazing fire powers or magic powers or whatever? He is the God of Fire, Chaos and Mischief (sometimes thought to also be the God of Evil)! Therefore, he should be stupidly powerful, like Thor. So, look forward to BAMF!Loki and all that good stuff. This story will probably keep on going for a while then end somewhere before Earth, so I won't intrude too much into Infinity War (I plan to maybe make a sequel when that's all done and dusted after Infinity so that it's all still canon).
Also, Jötunn Loki will be a constant angst thing, how I'm planning it, and if its complete, utter crap, let me know. I will try and change it so that it's better.
This is me writing at twelve in the evening, now, so it's definitely going to be utter rubbish. Criticism is appreciated, burns less so!
-Ommallaredpanda.