This is our first collaboration, and we're having fun with it so far. We hope that you think the idea of Thor and Loki together in the world of Soul Eater is as interesting as we do! Enjoy!
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SMASH! Cracks were beginning to form, spreading along the shifting hues of the Bifrost.
"What are you doing?"
SMASH! Multicolored shards of rainbow tumbled into the empty space below the bridge.
"If you destroy the bridge, you'll never see her again."
SMASH! More cracks, and the energy of the Bifrost began to leak into the air.
SMASH! He had to do something, anything, to stop Thor. His idiotic brother was going to single-handedly shater both of their ambitions in one swing of that blasted hammer of his.
"I'm sorry Jane..." Fighting against the pain in his chest, loki lept up to stop the damn oaf.
SMASH!
BOOM!
Suddenly, Loki's vision was obscured with a bright light, and the ground gave way under his feet. Or rather, his feet left the ground behind as he and his idiotic excuse for a brother were catapulted into the asgardian sky.
FALLING FALLING FALLING!
Loki felt his downward momentum suddenly halted, and he looked up in surprise to see one of Thor's clumsy hands holding on tightly to the end of his scepter.
"HOLD ON, BROTHER!" Thor shouted, his hand firmly clamped down on the edge the bridge.
Loki ignored him, instead casting his gaze down towards the abyss. There, in the distance! A dimensional portal. He reached out his sixth sense, trying to discern it's nature. It didn't feel dangerous, at least not any more than Earth was. It was an escape, and it would have to be enough
"You can't save us both, Thor!" Loki shouted up, the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind, "The bridge is unstable, it'll break."
"I will not let you fall, brother," Thor replied stalwartly.
Damn his hero complex
"Then I will have to do it for you, farewe-"
CRACK!
"What was that?" Loki asked, a note of panic seeping into his voice.
CRACK!
please no.
CRACK!
NONONONONONONO!
The small piece of bridge that was holding up the two brothers' frames finally gave way, and gravity quickly took hold of them. Loki tried frantically to get away from Thor, but the massive man had wrapped him in a tight choke-hold.
"Don't worry, brother, I'll keep you safe!"
"I DON'T NEED SAVING, YOU GIGANTIC MORON!"
"YOU HAVE NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER, BROTHER!"
"YOU NEVER GIVE ME A CHOICE! IT'S ALWAYS LOKI, LET'S GO OUTSIDE! LOKI, LETS HAVE A SWORDFIGHT! LOKI, LETS GO SLAY A DRAGON! YOU NEVER TAKE MY OPINION INTO ACCOUNT!"
"NOT TRUE! REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN I DEFIED FATHER? I FOLLOWED YOUR ADVICE THEN! YOU KNOW WHAT FATHER DOES WHEN WE DISOBEY HIM! HE BANISHED ME TO EARTH! THAT WAS HOW THIS WHOLE MESS STARTED!"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO! YOU IGNORE-"
He was cut off when a huge chunk of gold metal collided with the Thor's back, launching them both towards the portal that Loki had noticed earlier.
"This day just keeps getting better," Loki commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
VOOMP.
Suddenly they were inside the portal and the opening was closed behind them.
Well, that could have gone better...
Then Loki's consciousness slipped away from him.
"BROTHER!"
UUNNNGH...
"I BESEECH THEE"
"URgg..." Loki moaned, forcing his eyes open and then immediately closing them again when he was met with blinding light.
"IT IS ME, BROTHER!"
"why don't you let him sleep a little bit longer, not everyone is as resilient as you are." Another voice, female and much softer on Loki's ears.
"Yes, please do..." Loki agreed tiredly.
Let me rest a little bit longer... Loki thought, beginning to drift off. Suddenly, Loki remembered the events that had lead to his current situation. He was immediately upright and scrambling out of the thin, white sheets that covered him, only to be forced down again by a surprisingly strong hand on his chest.
"Don't strain yourself, please." The woman attached to the hand on his chest said. He looked up to see strikingly dangerous, slit-like eyes framed by dirty blond hair. As soon as his own eyes focused more clearly, the slits rounded to kind, round pupils. Loki blinked.
That was... interesting.
"There, that's better." The Woman said with a serene smile.
"Where am I?" Loki asked.
"So impatient," the woman chided. "You are in the DWMA."
"The what?"
"The Death Weapon Meister Academy."
"...That still doesn't answer my question." Loki said flatly. He wasn't in the mood for games. (and no, the irony of this was not lost on him.)
"Surely you must heard of it."
"Oh brother, it's amazing!" Thor piped up enthusiastically, "they teach HEROS here!"
Loki turned to his brother, about to say something cutting, only to be struck silent by a sight he had not seen for centuries.
Teenage Thor.
The sight immediately brought back a whole host of bad memories, none of which he really wanted to relive.
"WHAGH!?" Accompanied by a quick leap away from Thor seemed to him to be the most natural reaction at the time. Of course, there was a wall behind him.
Thunk!
"Ow..."
"What did I just say about straining yourself?" The woman asked, helping Thor pick his brother up by the arms. Loki was tossed roughly back into his bed by Thor. Loki's brain was beginning to overheat.
Where was he?
Who is this woman?
Why is Thor a TEENAGER?
Loki took a deep breath.
"Alright... let's try this again. First, where am I?"
"The Death Weapon Meister Academy."
"...Fine, we'll come back to that later. Second, who are you?"
"I am Dr. Medusa, the school nurse."
"It's good to meet you, Doctor. Now, thirdly, WHY IS THOR AN ADOLESCENT?"
Medusa shrunk back, slightly.
"He isn't normally like this?"
"N-... actually, never mind." Loki cut himself off when he realized how strange what he was about to say was.
"...You should get some rest now," said Medusa, "everything will be clearer after a good night's rest."
"DR. MEDUSA, PLEASE REPORT TO THE ACADEMY ENTRANCE IMMEDIATELY TO ADDRESS A HEAVILY WOUNDED STUDENT."
"OH!" Medusa cried, "that's me!" She hurried out of the room, only pausing to add one more thing. "Please don't touch anything while I'm gone, ok?" The door gently closed behind her, leaving both brothers somewhat at a loss for words.
"..."
"..."
"SO!"
"...So..."
"Let me tell you all about this wondrous new place, brother!"
The headache that Loki had been hoping would subside only intensified as his brother spoke. He decided to say something, if only to have a moment without Thor's chatter.
"So, let me get this straight. We are in a school, principled by Death himself, that trains young people to fight by using other young people as weapons. Which the school then sends to kill monsters for them. AND YOU DON'T SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT?"
"It's nostalgic, isn't it? Just like us!" Thor replied happily.
"...We're gods... it's different." Loki said exasperatedly.
"Nonsense! Brother!" Said Thor, slapping Loki in the back. Hard.
"OW!"
"You should see yourself, brother!" Thor said, ignoring Loki's pain, "you look five hundred years younger!"
"...What?" Loki frantically looked around the room for a mirror.
There! on the door! He threw the sheets, which he had been re-wrapped in a couple minutes before, and rushed before the mirror.
"You're young again!" Thor said jovially.
"I'm short again!" Loki moaned in horror.
"Always a pessimist!"
"I'm a realist, there's a difference!" Thor opened his mouth, to no-doubt blurt out another infuriatingly optimistic remark, when the door flew open. Medusa and by a man Loki didn't recognize rushed in with a stretcher.
"Out of the way!" The man shouted, pushing roughly past Thor and setting the stretcher down on the bed that Loki had been using.
"Ow..." said Loki. He had been standing in front of the door when it was forced open, and his nose had not fared well. He was about to say something along the lines of 'watch where you're going', when he caught sight of the boy on the stretcher and the massive diagonal slash on his chest. "Oh...Wow..." Loki was about to close the door politely and quietly, when it was once again thrown open.
"OW!"
"How is he!?" The voice of a young girl shouted worriedly.
"He'll be ok, moving him hasn't done any major harm. Grab me that bottle of alcohol" Medusa replied calmly as she undid his bandages and inspected the wound. "Get me Stein," Medusa said.
"I'm here," a new voice at the door. Loki was glad that he had moved away from the door.
"I need you to help stitching up Soul's wound when I finish sterilizing it "
"On it."
Loki took a moment to observe the newcomer. He was a tall, bespectacled man with silvery grey hair, stitches on his arms and face, and, most noticeably, a huge metal screw stabbed through his head. He didn't seem to mind. As Loki watched, the man reached up and absent-mindedly rotated it, producing a loud and unsettling clicking noise. It was not often that Loki, god of trickery, had been at a loss for words. This was one of those times. The man proceeded to suture the wound, quickly and skillfully closing it with a needle and medical thread. Loki opted to stay out of the way. He would have already been edging towards the door in an attempt to escape, but he had a feeling that the way his luck was going today, he'd just get another face-full of door. He stood quietly to the side. As a whole, the people here hadn't done anything more threatening than throwing the door open and bleeding on their own floor, so one night here couldn't kill him... right?
That's the first chapter, everyone!
This scene popped into our heads and we wanted to include it but we didn't think it fit the tone of the rest of the scene, so here it is!
Medusa: He'll be ok, moving him hasn't done any major harm. Grab me that bottle of alcohol.
Thor: ALCOHOL? SPIRITS? WHERE?
Spirit: *throws open the door, hitting Loki in the face agian* SPIRIT IS HERE! MY DARLING MAKA! HOW CAN DADDY HELP?
Maka: *Maka Chop!* LEAVE!
Thor: I still don't see the spirits!
Spirit: THE GREAT AND FAMOUS DEATH SCYTHE SPIRIT IS HERE!
Maka: *Maka chop x2* BOTH OF YOU OUT! NOW!
Spirit+Thor: Yes'm!
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