To be completely honest, this was inspired by a chance meeting on a YouTube video! XD
Okay, first things first: This is an AU- quite obviously, given the nature of the story. If you like stories that stick to the exact events, then this fic is not for you. I have not seen Thor: The Dark World, so it will not be mentioned at all in this. My original idea was to continue this off of when Loki fell from the Bifrost, but then, Avengers. Also, I've never done a crossover before, so any faults or OOC'ness, please be sure to let me know!
I decided on the title of this because not only does it stay true to the SnK theme this is going to have going, but also because I feel that Loki, being so used to getting everything he wants with just a simple word and being caught in the shadow of low expectations and his brother, who was always cherished more than himself, he wouldn't WANT to be a hero, per se, he would be reluctant to give up his darkened ways to help others and become the hero he always thought he wasn't.
I apologize ahead of time for my lack of writing skills.
Rated: T
Warnings: Blood, violence, brief mentions and minor descriptions of torture, coarse language, Loki CONSTANTLY tripping- over his own feet, the air, whatever happens to be in the way- over usage of line breaks, and, of course, the usual SnK stuffs.
Genre: Horror/Hurt/Comfort
Pairings: None as of yet
Summary: Loki is imprisoned after his attempts to subjugate Earth and for his crimes against the realms. His magic has been restricted, and it can only be unlocked by proving himself ''worthy''. When the Tesseract begins to act up, Loki is ripped through a hole in the fragile fabric of space and time. Finding himself trapped and stranded basically defenseless in a different universe all together, he has to learn how to survive on this harsher, darker version of Midgard where Asgard does not even exist. But maybe, just maybe, in the process of not dying, he'll learn how to live. And keep from falling on his face. That would definitely be a good idea.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor/Avengers, nor do I own Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan. All rights go to Marvel and Hajime Isayama, respectively. I also do not own the cover photo, but I know not who created the lovely thing.
Tastelessly bland white walls glared from all sides. They stood tall and imposing, yet they were no larger than an average room. There was a little bit of furniture encompassed within the walls, such as a small wooden chair, a short wooden nightstand, a mirror, and a twin-sized bed. There were various books of different shapes and sizes littering the floor, all of which the binds were cracked and torn from use. Also within these walls was a lone figure. This figure has done many terrible things, which is why he is caged within them, much like a bird. Though true as it is that this figure has done many terrible things, he is not necessarily evil, unlike what many people seem to believe. This figure has a very definite appearance, and would be quite easy to locate in a crowd simply because he has such a distinct look. He has long onyx hair that is currently very tangled and messy, due to the apparent lack of combs and hairbrushes within the walls. He has emerald eyes that are filled with a sadness and hatred unlike any other- at least, not quite like any other, but he has not yet met the others who bear a similar darkness. He does not like mentioning that once his eyes were sky blue. His skin is very pale, almost like a vampire's. He is donning a black shirt and pants, and they are loose but not quite comfortable. Almost like wearing shoes that are just a bit too small, but still big enough to wear. This figure also happens to have a name. He goes by the name of Loki. Once he deigned to call himself Odinson, but he was no longer certain if he deserved to call himself such a powerful name. So, he is simply Loki. As of right now, he is reading a book that he has already read at least twenty times over. The plot is now old, and he already knows what is going to happen in the story. He feels a strange feeling deep in his mind though, and he sets the book down on the floor beside him. He has an odd feeling that something big is going to be happening today, and he just happens to be involved.
There were four guards stationed around the Tesseract. After it was brought to Asgard, Odin felt that it needed to be constantly guarded so that it would not fall into the wrong hands or be used in ill will ever again. Occasionally, it would have little energy flares, and the people of Asgard would be temporarily confused as to why all their technology would function supremely better than usual. There are still many things that no one knows about it, or where all it can reach through the cosmos. It has been theorized it can reach through different dimensions and universes, and can show things that don't even exist. It is pure power, and it is uncontrollable, no matter what some may believe. Currently, it is acting up once again, only flaring more violently than before. The guards have backed away in fear, and one guard has been sent to alert Odin of the sudden unstableness.
It flared brighter and brighter, and the rest of the guards were forced to flee as well. As it flares, it sends out whispers of a world overcome with grief and pain. It tells of a world that needs help, a fighting chance. To those that are close enough to hear- which is, currently, none- you can hear snippets of various voices, screaming their pain and anguish for all to hear. Some have already been said, some have yet to even been thought. Either way, it delivers a message of yearning, of waning hope, and there's one person that it has picked for the job of helping them. It's a dangerous journey, and he may not survive, but it is a risk worth taking.
Loki looked up from the book he had returned to. Something was happening right now, he could tell. He had a suspicion it had something to do with the Tesseract, if the constant pulsing in the back of his mind was anything to go by. As he set the book down once more, he stood up and walked over to where the mirror was hung. Looking into it, he was not surprised but he was concerned to see blue seeping into his irises, until it completely covered them. Quite suddenly, his head started throbbing, as if being stabbed repeatedly by a knife. He cried out as the pain started seeping throughout his entire body. Not only had his eyes faded to blue, so had his vision. He yanked at his hair, trying to make the pain stop.
He was unaware that the guards had stormed in to see what was wrong. He was unaware that not just his eyes, but his entire body had begun to glow blue as well, not just his eyes. The guards had halted, unable to move out of shock. The blue light surrounding him got brighter and brighter, and the guards were forced to look away from fear of being blinded. A loud sound that could only be compared to a sonic boom reverberated throughout the room. When the guards turned back around, Loki was gone.
It felt as if every single fiber in his body was being lit on fire and being fed gasoline. It was a violent, merciless pain. Loki screamed as it felt like his body was separating from itself, but suddenly with a loud boom/pop/screech sound, the pain just stopped. The sudden change made his brain whirl, and his no longer blue vision faded out to black.
...
When he came back to consciousness, he was startled by seeing two children, a boy and a girl, leaning over him.
''Huh?'' he started, leaning up really quickly. His hand flew to his head, realizing too late that one should never lean up too fast. The children backed away rather quickly. He blinked a few times, then fixed the two children with a glare.
''You two, do you know where I am?'' he ground out, still rubbing his temples. The kids blinked, and then one finally stepped forward.
''You mean, you don't know?'' the little boy asked. Loki rolled his eyes.
''If I knew, why would I have asked?'' The boy looked at him apprehensively when he replied acidly.
''You're...You're in Shiganshina, Wall Maria'' Loki blinked at the response. He'd never heard of a place called Shiganshina, and why did he say Wall Maria? What does that mean? He decided to just go with it until he found out more about this place.
''Oh, yeah. Sorry. I must have bumped my head harder than I thought when I fell. Tell me, what are your names?'' Loki responded, grinning internally that he still had his way with words. The two children looked a bit more relieved now.
''My name is Eren Jaeger, and this is my sister Mikasa. What's your name?'' the boy, now known as Eren, asked. Loki raised an eyebrow. To be siblings, they looked nothing alike.
''I am Loki...Loki Laufeyson'' It took a lot of willpower not to spit Laufeyson as if it were some kind of disease. After telling his name, he took a moment to observe the two children a little more closely. The boy, Eren, had dark brown hair that was almost black. He had tealish/blue-green eyes that seemed to glow with a fierce determination and fire. The girl, Mikasa, had shoulder-length black hair and grey/black eyes. She looked absolutely nothing like her brother.
''Are you okay? I mean, if you hit your head, you should see a doctor. My dad's a doctor, I'm sure he could help you!'' Eren said, observing him the same way he'd been observing the two of them.
''Ah, such a generous offer, but I'm afraid I must decline. I'm not even entirely sure why I fell. Must've tripped over something'' he said. The two- well, actually it was mostly Eren- looked concerned, but other than that they nodded.
''If you say so. But if you need any help, just ask around where Doctor Jaeger works. He'll help you out'' Eren said, before Mikasa grabbed his arm.
''Come on, Eren. We still have to get firewood'' she said, tugging at him
''Bye, I hope you have a nice day!'' Eren called out as his sister drug him away.
Well, that was certainly an interesting way to start out his day in this strange new place. He decided to get up and look around. After paying attention to his surroundings for a bit though, he realized why they'd said Wall Maria. There were huge walls on all sides that reached taller than even Stark tower, it looked like. Why would any place need walls that tall? The walls were stone too, so it almost seemed as if the walls were there to keep something out. But what could be big enough to need a wall that size? So, after puzzling a bit, he decided to find out more about this strange place he was in.
After doing a bit of exploring and research, he was still confused and surprised. Apparently, the walls were to keep out these giant, mindless beings called Titans that fed on human flesh, not for survival but simply to do it. There was also a group of humans that went out to try and kill and research them, but the death rate was incredibly high. As he was reading more about the walls and the Titans, he heard loud bells start chiming throughout the wall. Looking around, he noticed that people were starting to move towards the bells. Deciding he wanted to know what had all these people's attention, he moved with them. He came up beside an old lady who seemed slightly distressed yet also hopeful.
''Hello, my lady. If it does not bother you, what exactly is happening right now?'' he asked politely, like a true gentleman. The lady looked taken aback at first, but then smiled.
''Oh, it's just the Scouting Legion returning after their latest excursion. Nothing new ever happens, just a lot more pointless deaths. My son Moses is with them. Oh, I do hope he made it back'' she said, a mournful expression on her face. He blinked. So that's what's going on. Well, this might get interesting. As the crowd moved forward, they all finally stopped and gathered around what looked to be giant gates. He'd read about the gates; they were the only way in and out of the walls. The old lady strained her neck to view the people coming in through the gates. He supposed she was looking for her son. He was honestly indifferent to the whole situation. He didn't really care what happened to all these mortals, he just wanted to find away to get back to Asgard.
He suddenly noticed two very familiar figures on the other side of the path made for the Scouting Legion to get through. Eren and Mikasa. Eren had this huge grin on his face, while Mikasa still managed to look indifferent to everything. As he was contemplating the size of the walls and how often he would probably run into the two of them, the woman beside him moved. She looked so distressed, and then he realized she probably hadn't found her son in the crowd. He took a moment to really look at the people who'd came in through the gates. It was tragic and brutal, but it was nothing he hadn't seen before. Still though, the looks of defeat and desperation struck him. He looked towards where the woman was. He couldn't hear what she was saying that good, but whatever it is was causing the man she was speaking to sink further into a dark place. The man stood up straight and turned towards another soldier and told him something, but Loki couldn't figure out what. The other soldier nodded, then walked over to a cart and grabbed a small bundle out of it. He brought it back over and handed it to the man, who in turn handed it to the old lady. She unwrapped it, and then she collapsed to her knees. Loki couldn't tell what it was they'd handed her and wasn't sure that he wanted to know. He could tell she was speaking to him again, and then suddenly he collapsed as well. The man started yelling in despair, but Loki still could barely make out what he was saying, until he yelled the loudest.
''They all died for nothing!'' the man screamed. Loki blinked harshly. That was pretty sad, after all. Poor little mortals, unable to keep their own kind alive. They'd always been like that. Loki found himself wondering though, when did Midgard get in this shape? Was the Captain of America and the Man of Iron already dead? Why hadn't Asgard come to assist the little humans like they always do?
Loki was, once again, distracted by Eren and Mikasa. He almost laughed when he saw Eren hit a man in the back of the head with a stick. Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, but Loki couldn't help but overhear the snipe comments some people were saying about the soldiers. Loki almost growled. In Asgard, to die in battle was an honor. But these- these people made it out as if they were the scum of the universe for trying to help them all!
He spotted the old lady being pushed around by the crowd, still out of it after finding out her son was dead. He worked his way towards her, and then gently brushed her arm. He may be a pathological liar, but he was still a gentleman.
''I am sorry for your loss, my lady. I am sure your son died honorably in battle, and is now resting in the fields of Valhalla'' she blinked up at him when he spoke, tears swimming in her eyes.
''T-thank you, young man. I must seem so pathetic right now, a feeble old lady crying for her baby. But, I just- you're not supposed to outlive your baby!'' she sobbed. He sighed sadly. Other than the outliving part, he understood her pain.
''All will be well, fair maiden, all will be well'' he told her quietly. Almost too quietly, but she still heard him. She nodded sadly.
''Would you like to come to my house, young man? Please, I must be able to give you some soup and bread'' she offered politely, but he just shook his head.
''I must decline, I would hate to intrude on your life more than I already have. Trouble seems to follow me, and I don't want you to be caught up in it.'' She nodded uncertainly, and with that he lost himself in the crowd.
He, as well as everyone else within the walls, were completely unprepared for what was about to come.
Okay, so from now on Author's notes are probably only going to be at the bottom, along with some random trivia that I always like doing. I'm going to try and update once a week, probably either Saturday or Sunday, since I tend to have a lot of homework through the week. This is probably going to be the shortest chapter I have, but I'm not going to make any promises. Okay, thank you for reading!
Random trivia: Loki's eyes are the color green, which just so happens to be the color that represents envy, one of the seven deadly sins. The literal definition of Envy is 1) a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck, or 2) desire to have a quality, possession, or other desirable attribute belonging to (someone else). He has always been envious of Thor, and desired the same love and attention that Thor received.