Hey guys!
So I had this idea for a Loki/oc type of story and it's sort of been nagging at the back of my mind. I decided I would write out this prologue, basically explaining the background of the character and let you guys decide if you'd like to see this continued or not. I may or may not continue it. Not really all that sure since it literally will not leave me alone but I'd love to know if you guys like it and if it is worth exploring (:
Also, as a side note, when I was invisioning what the character would look like I just so happened to be watching Game of Thrones and I absolutely love Daenerys Targaryen. So I imagine she would look a little something like that.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this prologue and honestly can't wait to see what you guys think!
Malekith sat watching her, his dark green translucent skin easily melding with the shadows as he stalked her from behind the pillar. The fleeting chiming of her laughter floated up to his ears as he watched her hand playfully swat at the arm of her would-be Asgardian suitor.
His attention was averted by the casual scuffing of boots hitting the polished marble; the guards walking directly in front of him unaware of his presence and mumbling on about missing the party. One of them specifically wishing he could try some of the imported mead from one of Asgards best brewers, Ahern.
This had only brought a sneer of contempt to draw across Malekith's harsh thin lips.
It shouldn't have surprised him at the overwhelming want for finer things consumed them instead of keeping a proper watch for intruders. Tonight, however, it would only work in his favor.
They continued to be oblivious to his presence as he continued to watch her: The way her silvery tinsel hair gleamed like a jewel in the intimate glow of the moon; her eyes the palest of lavender that Malekith had ever seen. She'd had much to drink but still she held her head and delicate shoulders regally. Like any true Asgardian woman would.
The guards had finally begun to make their way out to the large terrace. Malekith had lost the sound of their endless chatter among the crashing of the waves below the great hall. If the guards (or any of them really) had found him, Malekith couldn't even imagine the punishment he would receive. Would they flat out kill him or make him wish for death?
Asgardians were not only known for their striking beauty but also for their worlds renowned torturing techniques. Malekith had no intention of finding out about them personally this evening.
No, tonight he would finally get to run his hands over his pale moon goddesses' soft skin. Finally kiss her, feel her wreath beneath him in pleasure.
For too long he had watched like this in the shadows. He'd learned everything there was too know about this stunning creature before him. Somehow she had wrapped his mind into a treacherous web of desire for her pale skin, and even though he had tried to fight it for many seasons now, he finally couldn't with stand the temptation any longer.
Tonight she would finally be his.
She had been even more delicate than he could've ever anticipated. His calloused hands had been too rough with her at first, tearing the thin chiffon fabric of her no doubt expensive dress. At first she had protested. Her clumsy drunken hands fumbling around between them as she whined about him ruining her dress.
Malekith had silenced her as he finished sliding his hand up her thigh; slipping skilled hands between them. This time when she opened her mouth, she didn't whine, instead Malekith was rewarded with a soft moan that he quickly devoured, his hungry mouth collapsing down on top of hers.
Her hands clung to him now as the heat between them rose. He swore he could feel small bits of what felt like electricity course over his skin; only seeming to worsen as they both began to disrobe. Her pale naked skin made his dark skin seem severe; his eyes darkening as his obsidian eyes were swimming with euphoria, his pupil completely gone.
They never did make it to the bed. Her nails racking along his back and her whisperings of pleasure (and her lovers name that was not his) driving him to have her, right there, against the wall.
So he did and his Asgardian goddess did not object. Instead she egged him on in her foreign tongue and panting words. She cried out as he slid his length inside of her pressing his body as physically close to hers as he could get.
A shiver ran through him as he cursed all the gods he could think of. It seemed both of them couldn't breathe for that brief moment but soon Malekith came to his senses and shortly began to thrust. At first he was gentle with her but soon the frantic need he'd felt for her became too much, and little by little, the gentleness faded.
He drowned out her name calling of her Asgardian lover; Malekith could not care about such things. Since, he was in fact, cloaked in a powerful illusion to conceal him as such.
For that hour he reveled in her scent, her touch, and how he was able to make her breath catch. It was constantly followed by a moan. Some he caught while others he didn't and when it was finally over, his heart seemed to follow her feet as they met the glossy granite floor once more. It felt as if her golden sandaled feet had crushed it beneath them.
He watched her idly as she returned her dresses straps to her shoulders and fixed her undergarments. She was still drunk, happily so now, as she giggled and swayed on her feet.
Malekith found he was smiling absentmindedly along with her and knew he had to leave. Amhuinn was nothing more than a challenge from his kinsmen. A challenge that he had accepted and met. She was nothing more than that and yet as he watched her closely, he knew this moment would be carved into his memory forever.
He wanted it to be. For on this night, he had finally been able to be close to his pale goddess.
Even if it had been achieved with a lie.
Many months had passed since that night.
His return to Svartalfheim had been met with hearty cheers and suspicion. His kinsmen smelling his skin, Amhuinn's floral scent still on it, as proof of him fulfilling the deed. He'd done what only his kinsmen could ever dream of doing: He'd snuck inside Vanr undetected and had himself an Asgardian woman.
Malekith had been rewarded with the special Elven mead (that contained less dirt and more honey and hops) that was only given for special occasions. Apparently, deflowering an Asgardian woman was as good as any other Elven special occasion or holiday.
He'd drank himself into oblivion.
His kinsmen suspecting it to be of his victory when in truth, it had been in attempt to permanently erase her from his thoughts . Malekith could've sworn before his mind fogged over with sleep and too much mead, that he could hear her laughter.
But as the months went on word began to spread around the realms of a young Asgardian maiden, disowned and disgraced by her family, pregnant, and with no suitor to take her in.
At first Malekith had wondered but he wouldn't dare let his mind linger on such nonsense. The idea that he had created life with his pale goddess, in one night of passion, seemed too unreal to him. He'd never fathered a child before that he was aware of and what would be the chances of this maiden even being Amhuinn?
As the months went on, however, and news of the birth came; a joyous yet chilling sensation resonating through him as new word spread that the mid-wife's found something particularly off about the maidens' child. The mid-wife's had tried countless times to remove the babe from its mother but could not get her to give them the child. Her motherly instincts dulling her from some horrible truth that they wanted investigated.
A strange since of pride swelled in his chest. Amhuinn had to have known that something was indeed off with her babe, yet she still defended it, perhaps even loved it without prejudice.
His kinsmen had told him the idea was foolish and even worse, idiotic, but Malekith refused to listen. He had decided from the moment he'd heard the news that he would go to Asgard (were Amhuinn would be meeting with her people's All-Father) and stake his claim on the babe. Surely now they would no longer look down on them. Surely now he would be given some shred of respect for claiming the babe.
None of this is what happened however.
From the moment he'd entered on the Bifrost he'd been met by rows of guards, all of them looking down at him in disgust. As if he was nothing more than a pest to be squashed and removed.
His heart had filled with that old rage that had been his main companion throughout his life but he quieted it down. Reminding himself he was here with a purpose and he wouldn't leave here without taking care of it first.
The guards had walked him to the throne room; their All-Father, Odin, standing at the base of the steps with Amhuinn surrounded by guards. At first Malekith had wondered where the babe was exactly until the shrill cries carried his attention to a simple basket placed near Odin's feet.
The rage he had kept quiet became unbearable as he took a step forward to reach out to it, only to be stopped by a golden spear placed in his way.
"Speak Elf. Why have you come here?"
Odin's voice was commanding and even though Malekith shared no love for this Asgardian he could not help but comply.
"I have come to claim the babe."
"No!" came the fierce whisper to his left.
Malekith didn't have to look to know that it was Amhuinn. He kept his face as still as water; not allowing a ripple to show through that her words had stung him.
Did it matter nothing at all that he had come for her? To claim the babe and not leave her alone?
"Amhuinn," Odin began turning that commanding voice and his attention to the trembling woman. "Is this the father of your babe?"
"No!"
This time it was less of a whisper and more of a defensive shriek. She held her head high looking her nose down at him as she looked her All-Father directly in the eyes.
"No, All-Father. I swear to you that the babe's father is indeed Alaric."
"He claims otherwise."
"He is a fool! I would never -never have any sort of relations with a Dark-Elf. Ever!"
Her words were the last coherent thing he heard. The next thing he remembered was just the slow and steady sound of everything crashing down inside of him. The pain that struck his heart was excruciating. He knew not how to fix it or what was going on but he understood rage; it was the oldest of friends.
Malekith spared no harshness from his words as he shouted to the self-absorbed and ridiculous creatures what he had done that night. How easily Vanr had been invaded and how he'd been able to take Amhuinn against the wall of her bed chambers.
By the time he had finished they had all seemed to turn as green as his skin. Disgust and repulsion written all over their faces. Odin's eyes however held a glint of fury as he struck the end of his staff down hard onto the floor sending a resonating shockwave that threatened to knock Malekith off balance. He held steady; both to his balance and the old Asgardians gaze as he stalked threateningly closer to the babe in the basket.
"You defiler!" he cursed. "You disgusting blight in this world! You dare show your face here! In my realm after what you've done!"
"I've come for the babe!"
"You shall not have an innocent child!"
For all his fancy words Malekith could see they were all for show. Given a chance later he knew Odin would slay the child and from the look on Amhuinn's face, she would do nothing to stop it.
Malekith had had enough.
None of them had time to react. Asgardians may have had their strength but Elves had agility and speed and were deadly good with magic. Malekith was no exception.
With a quick flick of his wrist he felt the world slow and watched as everything in the room barely moved. Taking the advantage given he raced forward towards the basket. The slow, muffled sound of screaming coming from Odin as the Asgardian moved in painful inches; his staff moved to strike down at him but would never get the chance.
Without hesitating Malekith swooped the babe into his arms and immediately ran for the entrance. Muttering incantation after incantation; using their own plants and earth against them as he grabbed one of their horses and raced down the Bifrost.
In the end, Malekith had ended up back in Svartalfheim. The babe still wrapped tightly in his arms. He knew that Odin would not come after him, not after the long battle they'd all just come from with the Frost Giants. No, today Malekith would be safe and the babe would remain with him.
He was startled from his thoughts at the light touch of a hand on his shoulders. He'd summoned a harsh flame that consumed his hand when he noticed it was only his daughter, Rosamund.
Quickly he extinguished the flame, shaking his hand out, as he moved to stand from the hard stone of the chair.
"Did I startle you?" she asked, amusement tugging at the corners of her lips.
He scoffed at her as he dusted her hand off of his shoulders. She dropped it back down to her side obediently. Her shoulders squaring as she looked out into the thousands of trees that lined the wild jungle below them.
Malekith took the time to study her one last time since it could possibly be the last time he'd ever see his daughter.
She looked every bit her Asgardian heritage; the only blatant sign of her perhaps being a Dark-elf was the tiny ting that tinted her white gold hair. When she was out in the sun, the sea foam highlight that glossed over her hair was more apparent, but luckily the Asgardians would only see it, and her, as something exotic. She was somewhat shorter than normal Asgardian women as well but hopefully no one would care to notice.
Rosamund looked every bit like her Asgardian mother except her features, at first glance, were striking, almost unforgiving to the eyes. Until after the eyes adjusted were you able to see the soft features that lay underneath.
Malekith hoped these quirks in her would win a quick favor with the nobles and after the nobles, to the All-Father and his sons.
He had been preparing her for this day. Since she had been old enough to wield daggers and work magic as if it were all the same as breathing. Training her to kill with deadly procession and to never be caught doing it.
She'd mastered more than her far share; even coming into a power that amazed and terrified him all at once. Using the life force inside beings and objects to crush them, destroy them, and wield them as her own weapons if needed. No Dark-elf had ever possessed such a power so he could only assume (and pray) that it had been something she had picked up on her mother's side.
Malekith knew that he had made his daughter into the cold, ruthless, and calculating person that stood so sure beside him. That his spun lies about them killing her mother because she had chosen to love him and that they were going to throw her, an innocent babe, into the watery abyss because of her true parentage had only kindled and created this…dangerous creature beside him.
He'd never shown her love, not in the sense of what a parent should I suppose. Malekith only had one purposeful use for her: to infiltrate the house of Odin and slay him and his sons. To bring down Asgard and the people within so that they would pay for their long stemmed prejudice and hatred for anything other than themselves.
Looking at Rosamund now he realized he did love her in a way but merely, in the way any man would love his favorite toy or possession. He should've loved her as his daughter but all he saw when he looked at her was something that he could never be and the woman who would never love him.
He turned and faced the jungle with her locking his hands behind his back.
"It is time my daughter. Are you ready?"
"Must you really ask?"
Her voice dripped with sarcasm and he fought the urge to snap at her.
"This is no joking matter, my dear Rosamund. This is a task placed upon you since birth. This is not something to be taken lightly. This must be done with extreme cautiousness and careful planning. We only have one shot at this."
"I know father."
Her voice was more solemn now and this time Malekith did turn to look up at his daughter. She looked determined yet…sad. After a long pause he spoke:
"So what is it that you must do then, my child?"
"I must infiltrate the house of Odin."
"And-?"
"And make them all pay."