Pairing(s): Thor/Loki, Farbauti/Laufey, slight Farbauti/Frigga, one-sided Jarnsaxa/Thor, Fandral/Jarnsaxa, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, one-sided Wade Wilson/Loki
Rating: M
Word Count: Don't know don't care
Warnings: Dead sheeps and Thor is just so precious okay
Don't own Marvel peeps or The Village
Summary:
/ LET THE BAD COLOR NOT BE SEEN, IT ATTRACTS THEM
/ / NEVER ENTER THE WOODS, THAT IS WHERE THEY WAIT
/ / / HEED THE WARNING BELL, FOR THEY ARE COMING

Somebody told me that they were confused as to what was going on. If you want to watch The Village before reading this, the full movie is on YouTube. If you don't care about spoilers or prefer being confused, then don't watch it. Not my problem.

And I know you would expect Odin to be Edward Walker, but since Loki is Ivy, it has to be his parents.

Chapter 2

After attending the funeral of his friend's daughter, Farbauti believed that a good night's rest would be enough to ease his troubled mind. As he was headed towards the school the next morning, he spotted a group of children standing in a circle. He walked up to them, but they didn't seem to acknowledge him.

"What manner of spectacle has attracted your attention so splendidly? I ought to carry it in my pocket to help me teach." For a moment, no one said anything and continued to look at the ground. "Who came upon this?" Still no reply. "Did you move this?" Farbauti asked the oldest of the children.

"No, sir."

Farbauti looked down once more at the skinned animal. Flies were swarming all around it. He needed to know what the children knew, or what they thought they knew, so he ushered them into the schoolhouse.

"We found it like that, sir. Its head was twisted back, and most of the fur removed," one of the older girls told him.

"I see..."

"It was murdered," a boy said.

"But who is the culprit? Who has done this heinous act?"

"Those We Don't Speak Of," the girl from earlier said.

"There it is," Farbauti whispered, pointing at her. "Why would such an idea come into your mind?"

"They're meat eaters," a boy said.

"And they have large claws," a girl added.

"Children, Those We Don't Speak Of have not breached our borders for many years. We do not enter their woods, they do not come into our valley. It is a truce. We are not a threat to them. Why would they do this?"

Later that afternoon in the meeting house, the twelve Elders of the village were seated in a circle. The ladies were busily knitting, but they were just as involved in the discussions as the men were.

"And we ought not to overlook the flight of the birds," a woman with red hair and blue eyes spoke as she read from a small leather-bound journal. "We didn't have it last year, and I, for one, missed it desperately." She smiled brightly and gripped her husband's hand. "And I know your wife missed the children dressed in feathers and such," she added, looking at Farbauti.

"I am fond of it," the woman seated next to Farbauti said. She looked at him with an eager smile.

"I do not have a say in this matter. Thjazi is chair of the meeting today," Farbauti said exasperatedly. Even though he was the village leader, he wasn't always in charge of everything all the time.

"There is a young man who has requested to speak with the Elders," the doorman spoke, fiddling with the hat in his hands.

"Well, do have him come forward," Thjazi said on behalf of the group before rubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

While they waited for their visitor to enter, some of the members shifted in their chairs in anticipation or turned back to their needlework. One of the women was tapped on the shoulder, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her son who had come to speak to them. He was never very good at public speaking or expressing himself, so he brought a piece of paper with him with notes on it to refer to. Despite the fact that he was a blacksmith, when he stood in front of the Elders, he seemed so much smaller.

"Hello, Thor," Thjazi greeted.

The seconds continued to tick by, and the young man took a couple more steps forward before stopping. It was completely silent in the room, and everyone of the seated Elders looked at each other, most of them wondering if this was really important, or if it would be a waste of their time.

"My mother is unaware of the reason for my visit today. She did not give her consent...or consult me in any form," he read from the paper that he held in his trembling hands. "The passing of little Skadi...from illness...and other events, have weighed on my thoughts. I ask for permission...to cross into the forbidden woods, and travel to the nearest town. I will gather new medicines, and I will return." Thor's mother brought her hands up to her mouth, but quickly set them in her lap. "With regards to Those We Don't Speak Of. I am...certain they will let me pass. The Creatures can...sense emotion...and fear. They will see I am pure of intention and not afraid. The end."

When Thor finished speaking, twelve sets of eyes looked at him as if he had suddenly grown gills. He clutched the piece of paper in his hands and swayed on his feet nervously.