Hello lovlies! Like with my other fic's there will be a song tied to this. I put music to my stories because it becomes like my filmscore. Call me weird... So here it comes the ever present disclamer! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BESIDES SIGYN WHO IS VERY OC AND a few other characters that have yet to come. So now that thats out of the way it its time for the song.
(ANNNND the song choice for this whole fic issssss... Rotten to the Core: Sophia Carson.)
(Note on song choice: I think many aspects of this song fit Loki. In some of it, the song will be a question he asks himself. At other times it will be a declaration of who he thinks he is.)
Chapter 1
"BROTHER …..*pant pant* Thor come back here! Give me my book back!" a young, black haired boy ran through the massive halls of the palace. He turned the corner as he saw his older brother dash into a room, he ran after him. "Thor Odinson you know better than to tease your little brother! You now he has had a cold the last few weeks…he should not be running through the halls…" a beautiful golden haired woman turned around and picked up the young sniffling prince. "Loki my son" she whispered to the boy, "you mustn't do that again. You worry me sometimes Loki Odinson." She set him down on her bed then turned to the rather contrite looking Thor. "Sorry mother… I just wanted to play.." tears glistened in his eyes…he slowly picked up the dropped book, smoothed out the pages and walked over to his brother. "Loki here is your book..I'm sorry I took it…can you forgiv.." Before Thor could get the rest out Loki reached over to hug his beloved big brother.
It was a normal, quiet, and somewhat peaceful day in the palace. Loki walked through his mother's old quarters sadly looking at the place where Jane had said the queen had been killed filling his mind with the sad memories of days of childhood long past. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore Thor burst through the door in the same way he had when they were young… the doors slamming against the walls broke the sad tension in the room. Thor looked at his little brother…all the things they had gone through and it must have hurt more for Loki. For as much as their father tried to love them equally he always to a preference to Thor, and Loki (being the scholarly type) would usually stay with their mother. In school it was Loki who got the best grades and Thor who was the best in the athletics, it was Loki who would be teased and ridiculed and it was always Thor who came to the rescue. Loki always appreciated it but he was a Prince! A Prince of Asgard! Why would he need help?
All these memories came flooding back in a swarm Loki snarled, "What is it brother? Come to gloat?" Loki turned away, Thor took a step closer to the dreaded spot, Loki turned his head… and tried to wipe away the tears before turning back around to face his elder brother. He took a deep breath and faced Thor. His brother had a wounded look in his strong eyes, on the inside Loki was kicking himself, "why, why did I say that! He is feeling the pain too why do I have to be so stupid!" Loki opened his mouth to apologize. Thor shook his head knowing what his brother would say. Loki looked at Thor…he looked older, the light in his eyes was dull, where he was usually so clean shaven he had a beard, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Thor reached out and pulled his brother close in to a bear hug. Loki forgot that every hug from his brother was now a bear hug...but this time he didn't care. They sat on the floor silently crying looking at the place where their beloved mother stood strong and paid the price for it. Loki just couldn't keep the tears in anymore…the sobs racked his body. All the pain and rejection, all the fights and memories, all the cuts, bruises, and broken bones she had fixed for him, all the drawings and stories, all the songs before bed, and tales of war…gone…never would that sweet scent of home and safety be there to comfort him.
"YO, Lightning dude!" came the unpleasant voice of one the most annoying Mortals in all the Nine Realms, and Loki had heard the Mortal singer Justin Bieber. Yet still Darcy Lewis was at the top of his list, "Dude you have like full bars here! I could even check Facebook!" Loki stood and turned to the window. Maybe he could lose himself in another good memory? NO was the answer as Darcy burst through his revere…again. "What's up with Mr. Doom 'n' Gloom?" Loki turned around. This mortal knew how to get under his skin, "Mr. Doom 'n' Gloom as you put it is not up for your pathetic antics, Miss Lewis." He bit out, honestly the mort…Darcy deserved it. During his stay in a S.H.I.E.L.D. cell she had hacked into the system and pumped that Justin Bieber through the speakers on constant loop. She deserved it he kept telling himself, she deserved it.
Darcy was fed up with his attitude! Jerk, "Look Buddy, I don't care how jacked up your head is, but try kindness for once. Now your Royal pain in the Highness I must take my leave! A certain Warrior has promised me a tour! See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" Darcy called out as she waltzed out if the room. Really it had been Vollstag who had offered the tour, but she let Loki think it was someone else. Why not mess with that pretty little head of his? She loved to get a rise out of him, the way his green eyes would flash displeasure, and his jaw would set, ohhh how she loved to mess with him.
Then Jane burst through the doors looking frantic…"THOR THOR!" She yelled, "Where are you!" she slid to a stop seeing the room again a strangled sob leapt out of her mouth. Thor looked up at the sound of her voice, he turned and wrapped her in a hug. She pulled back and said, "Thor, Himdall sent me he would have come himself but the battle on the bridge was too much he said you are needed!" Thor looked back at her with a funny look on his face," and where are the warriors three?" Jane had caught her breath by now, "they are too busy in battle!"
Loki gave a curious look then in a low green flash left a copy of himself to watch the Thor and that mortal of his then transported himself to the sight of the "battle" imagine his shock when he discovered that there is no battle left all the solders and the royal guard were frozen or lay bleeding out. Now only his uncle Snelfi and a young woman with half living flesh and half bones stood over the carnage on the bridge. His Uncle stretched out his massive ice blue hand and Loki slumped to the ground unconscious.
The strange woman turned to Snelfi and shook her head then motioned to one of the skeletal warriors behind her to pick up the prince. Just as the servant went to touch Loki, Snelfi gave a bark of an order to one of his men to prepare the cuffs and muzzle. The frost giant pushed his way to the back to grab the items. The Woman turned paler then before when she saw the sky darken and storm clouds gather, she turned back to the prone form of the trickster who was shifting his color turned from pale "normal" skin to blue. She gasped in horror as the Prince of Asgard turned from "normal" to Jodun. The storm was coming closer and distant thunder sounded, the woman motioned for more men to come and to pick the prince up, they came rushing forward and grunted under the dead weight of Loki. The officer of Snelfi returned with the items his master sent him to retrieve and quickly put them on Loki. They threw Loki on the half dead horse behind the strange woman, she quickly spurred the horse to a fast gallop. The fire in its eyes blazed as it gave an unearthly shriek and took off, the skeletal men followed and the hounds of death were right behind them. Then Snelfi called a retreat and they all raced towards the rainbow bridge to the portals that would take them to their fortress. Around them lighting struck the ground killing and vaporizing some of the helpless grunts. A loud crash and shatter came from behind them and the battle cry of Thor rang through the walls and streets of Asgard. The kidnapers made it through the portal barely in time for Thor to hurl a few bolts of lightning through with them.