Hi fans of Thor and Marvel! Okay well, this may seem like the most random story idea out there for this fandom. But hey, it's fanfiction, and anything can happen, lol:). Besides, considering this is Titanic's 100th anniversary, I thought it be really cool to write this. My main goal is to have this finished on April 15th (The day Titanic went down). Just thought I get that out, and also this is not suppose to be like the 1997 movie; it has some elements but all in all, it's completely different. I hope this story does amazing and you guys like it (since it's my first Thor fic). Enjoy reading and please leave reviews at the end, because reviews equal happy author, which equals quicker updates, which thus lastly equals happy readers, lol;)
Title: Forever This Way
Author: xxxLovely Insanityxxx
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13- for disaster related peril, violence, brief language, and sensuality
Summary: In 1985, the wreck of the Titanic was discovered. There was rejoice and celebration. But in that same year, it resurfaces Loki's memories of that ill-fated voyage. Of when he came to Midgard and became an unwilling passenger, and of the young woman that changed his life forever.
Characters: Loki, Elizabeth, some Asgardian people, Titanic people, etc...
Pairings: Loki/Elizabeth
Theme: Don't go hunting me down and kill me when I say this: My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. As well as Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor the movie or its comics, and never will. It all belongs to Stan Lee and Marvel
Over&Out!
September 2nd, 1985
Surrey, England
An old woman leaned back in her rocking chair, lazily stroking her pomeranian dog; she winced as her weary limbs cracked loudly. She sighed. At eighty-nine going on ninety, she didn't believed she would live this long. Not with the way with how she lived her life. Not that it made any much of a difference. It finally seemed that old age finally caught up with her. The old woman pursed her lips in thought, staring at her granddaughter, who had her eyes currently glued to the TV as usual. The old woman shook her head in amusement, a small smile painted upon her lips and the corners of her eyes scrunching, making her wrinkles even more apparent.
Kids and their obsession with the television these days. She highly doubted that she will ever understand it. How could they just sit there and watch such random nonsense, when they could be cracking open a good book? And not some of those dreadful, boring, and cheap rip offs they have now. No- they should be reading the classics. Pride & Prejudice. Jane Eyre. Frankenstein. Dracula. Beowulf. A Tale of Two Cities. The Picture of Dorian Gray. Sherlock Holmes. Alice in Wonderland. Mythology. The good stuff. The stuff that she craved and loved when she was a young girl. Oh, how she herself yearned to hold and read a book again! If only her eyesight was better. Then she would be able to immerse herself into her books. The old woman remembered fondly how when she was younger, she would stay up past midnight just reading. To become absorbed into a whole new world filled with wonder and excitement. To imagine herself in a new mystery or adventure.
But then again, her adventure had already come and gone, like the wind. Came and went, never to be mentioned again. And what a big wind it was... the old woman's whole life turned upside down with just one moment. Just because of one ship. That bloody damn ship! And one person.
She gave a nostalgic sigh; the old woman was lost in her own nostalgic little world... until she heard one word emit from the TV screen. The one word that changed her life as she knew it. The word 'Titanic.'
Her heart jumped up into her throat as the word reached her ears. She could hear her heartbeat pounding loudly as a sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through her. Her head snapped up to stare at the TV in shock, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Are you okay Grandma?" The woman's granddaughter, Jordan, asked, noticing the distressed look on her grandmother's face. She looked back and forth between the TV and her grandmother, her brow wrinkling in confusion.
"Grandma?"
The old woman didn't answer, but instead stared at the picture on the screen. Two men talking on the news channel. Nothing too important. But then, then the images came forward on screen. It showed the old wreckage and debris that was once the greatest ocean liner back in her day. Jordan watched her grandmother, who sat up a little straighter and leaned closer to the screen, squinting her eyes.
"I'll be God damned! Jordan. Fetch me my glasses," The old woman's quiet voice croaked out in a hurried fashion, which had Jordan blinking at her absently. "Jordan!"
Jordan got up quickly and grabbed the glasses, bewildered at her grandmother.
The old woman snatched them and put them on as quickly as she could. She ordered her grandaughter to turn up the TV. Jordan did as she was told and watched her grandmother. The old woman stared at the TV screen even more. Jordan watched a stricken look appear on her grandmother's face.
"Look, Grandma, I'll just turn the chan-" Jordan began to say.
"No, don't." The old woman interjected in a whisper. A small smile spread across her face and she closed her ancient eyes in remembrance. Seeing two stewards opening the double doors to the glittering wonder of the stairway and to the dining room. And a pair of brilliant green eyes and a mischievious grin.
"What is it?"
The old woman opened her eyes and continued to watch the sad ruins, a tear slipping out in the process, "Yes...It's just… I was on that ship. I was... on the Titanic."
Asgard
Loki always wondered why he ever went to these formal banquets in the evening. He always got bored out his mind. All the other gods, and especially his father Odin and brother Thor, held such dinner parties to retell their glories of battle. He watched this time Thor speaking to the Warriors Three and Lady Sif about their time went to Vanaheim in search of a great serpent that had tried to kill and devour the heir of Vanaheim's thrones, and killing it swiftly. Thor and Loki's younger brothers, the twins Balder the Beloved and Hoder the Blind, listened attentively, hanging on every word. Loki took a sip of his wine and sighed. How he wished he were somewhere else! Perhaps practicing on his magic, learn more of the secret passageways that he had discovered, that no one- not even Heimdall!- knew about. Or maybe perhaps he could-
"Hermod!" Odin called out to the messenger god. "What news do you have for us from the Nine Realms?"
"Not much, I'm afraid to say Allfather," said Hermod. "Vanaheim is thrilled to know that you will accept to renew your old alliance. It will be greatly needed, considering Jotunheim is getting quite restless to start another war."
As if that was anything new. Loki thought sarcastically, but silently agreed with the others.
"Ah!" Hermod snapped his fingers, as he remembered something. "And, there is quite excitement going on in Midgard."
"What about?" Frigga, who had been silently listening throughout most of the night, asked.
"Well, there is talk of an extraordinary discovery, in its oceans. Two explorers were out in the Atlantic, and they discovered a mass wreck of a ship that was said to be most famous... said to have split in two..."
Loki's head perked a little higher at this. It couldn't be...
"Quite amazing, actually. It was said that many have searched for the wreckage for years. Not many have succeeded, until now-"
"What was the name?" Loki asked. All looked at him, surprised he had spoken. Loki had remained quiet thoughtout the evening, until now. And he had asked the question with such edge. Loki had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at this.
"What was the name of the ship, Hermod?"
Hermod looked somewhat flabberghasted, but then recomposed himself. "Well I- If I remember correctly, I believed it was called... the Titanic. Yes, that seems about right. It was called the R.M.S Titanic."
Loki sucked in a breath, but nodded his head in acknowledgment at Hermod's statement. He shut his eyes closed. The ghostly waltz music of the orchestra playing as there was chaos on deck. The faint and echoing sound of an officer's voice, calling "Women and children only!". The screaming and terror stricken faces in a running crowd. Pandemonium and fear. People reluctantly saying goodbye to their families. People praying, crying, kneeling on deck.
Loki opened his eyes, remembering everything. Seeing that everyone had went back to what they were doing before, he was got up from his chair disappeared from the banquet hall. The only one that noticed Loki's absence, was Balder.
Balder always knew where Loki went to be by himself. The balcony that gave it's viewer all of Asgard. Balder remembered when he was little that he would follow his brother to that place, without Loki knowing. Then, Balder followed Loki to the balcony one night, but was then unfortunately caught. However it helped him discover why Loki went up there. He always went to the balcony when he wanted to be by himself and think.
Which was why Balder went up there and found his older brother staring out into the beyond. Balder wanted to know what made Loki act like that at the banquet. Why did he care so much about a stupid boat anyway? It's not like he could do anything about it.
"I hope you realize that it's rude to eavesdrop." Loki called out Balder. "Come out, Balder."
Balder groaned and grudingly left his hiding spot behind a pillar. "What are you doing out here?"
"I should be asking you the same question." said Balder as he sat on the stone railing.
Loki smirked. "And why is that?"
"Why were you acting so weird over that ship? Why does it matter to you?"
"Who said that it did matter?"
"Nobody. But mother was worried about you after you left. So why did you leave? It's just a ship-"
"And I think that it's none of your business!" Loki snapped. Balder stared at him in shock. Now he really wanted to know what's making Loki act like this. Loki saw the look on his brother's face and sighed.
"It's more than just a ship."
"Why?"
"Because..." Loki hesitated and sighed. "Because I was there. I was on the Titanic on the day it sank."
Balder's eyes widen in amazement. "You were? How?"
"I suppose I would someday tell this story" Loki shrugged. He finally sat down on the rail beside his brother. "It's not something I like to think about."
"What happened?"
"Do you remember that day when I left Asgard?"
Balder, still shellshock, nodded his head. "You and father had an arguement about something. You ran off and then you just disappeared- you were gone for days."
"Yes well, I remembered that I had to get away from here." Loki explained. "And yet somehow, something went wrong, and I found myself in Midgard..."
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