Loki's mischievous grin widened, showing Lily his straight white teeth. His green eyes bright, yet Lily couldn't quite place emotion in the look. She was quite close to him now, staring up at him with a defiant glare. She was so close in fact that the warmth his body radiated could be felt.
Lily tensed as she felt hands graze up her hips from behind her, before pulling her roughly into a hard male body. Lily growled under her breath, craning her neck to see who had had the guts to touch her. Her eyes widened, as she processed that Loki was behind her yet he was also in front of her. God of mischief, he said. Lily's eyes glowed for a fraction of a second before both Loki and his doppelganger flew in opposite directions from her, the clone vanishing on contact with the floor. The raven haired God raised from the floor with such grace that in that moment Lily could believe he was of the divine.
Loki's eyes narrowed in curiosity. She hadn't even moved and yet she was able to force him to the ground. Magic was his initial conclusion, but a human with magic was impossible. Magic was only used by deities, such as himself. For a human to have the capability of magic would be a substantial achievement, especially magic of that calibre.
"Witch," He hissed, coming close once again emerald eyes locked onto sapphire ones with dark humour.
"Actually, it's just telekinesis." She stated as a matter of fact, her face indifferent.
"What are you?" he wondered mostly to himself but also to her.
This threw Lily off guard; well of course she was human. Wasn't she? She had once thought the same question Loki had asked frequently debating her humanity, if she was some monster in a guise. A witch? Perhaps. But with research into the matter it was apparent that her mind was more developed than the average human. She could do things that very few could do. Lily had taken the time to improve her rare skills to the point where she doubted she could be bested.
"I'm just a very gifted human." She smirked; Loki's confusion over her powers pleased her. At that moment, the glass windows that made up the front of the tower shattered, as the huge green hulking giant smashed through them. Lily could see from his face that talking would not be an option, as he tore past her to Loki, his massive feet crushing the marble floor.
Loki was thrown rather spectacularly against the wall, his gold horned helmet falling to the floor with a metallic twang. He quickly rose before the Hulk came to hit him again - throwing his arms out as if to stop the massive beast.
"Enough!" He yelled, his face contorted in anger, "You are all beneath me! I am a god you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by-!" It appeared Lily's first observation of the green giant was correct; he definitely did not want to talk. Loki was slammed back and forth across the floor by his legs, and just when Lily thought the rather amusing spectacle was finished the beast threw in a few more swings for good measure.
Lily had to hold back a laugh at Loki's face as he lay in the crater that the Hulk had made in his violence. His breathing was laboured.
"Puny God," proclaimed the hero as he stalked off, apparently quite sure that the Norse God would not be getting up. That was the icing on the cake for Lily, who practically burst into hysterical laughter - tears welling up in her eyes from the hilarity.
"Well, that was a fucking spectacular display of your magical prowess, Oh God of Mischief." She called to the rather shaken man.
"Do not mock me." He growled, with eyes like daggers as he climbed out of the broken mass of glossy marble. Lily rested her hand on her hip, seemingly bored of his broken record of self-worth.
"Are you quite done with this 'I'm better than everyone' bullshit?" She sighed before taking seat at a modern bar stool, watching with mirth as his eyes filled with fire. "And before you begin ranting about it again, I have a question for you."
Loki stilled. He wondered why he didn't just put her in her place now. Be merciless with the girl, force her on to her knees and worship him as he so rightfully deserved. But his curiosity got the better of this one. He motioned for her to continue.
"Why are you here?" She asked, quirking an arched brow at him.
Many answers to that question came to Loki - Revenge being the most definitive answer, but also the need for acceptance from the All Father. Loki's birth right, his throne and kingdom had been denied and so he sought another realm to call his own, Midgard had been an obvious choice, the fact that his brother and nemesis, Thor had a love for this realm only fuelled the decision.
"I am in Midgard to claim my throne, girl."
"You're fucking throne? What makes you think that the human race would like being ruled over by an alien with an ego?" Lily was dead serious, her blue eyes cold and calculating. She disliked the idea of Loki taking over the planet and driving her people to despair.
"I care not for how the Midgardians take my ruling; I shall be ruthless to ensure they will bow to me."
"And that in itself is the reason you shall not succeed." Loki stared hard at the blonde human, as if trying to see into her mind and discover her reasoning for those words.
"Elaborate." He drew closer to Lily, his height towering over her, regardless of the fact that she was quite tall for a female.
"Humans will fight you. You will never oversee a peaceful world. There will always be a rebellion; there will be a revolution, regardless of how hard you are on us. We will always fight you."
"That would make it all the more enjoyable; I do love a good massacre." Loki smirked at Lily's disgusted reaction. Memories wavered in Lily's mind, distressed faces of loved ones, crying, screaming. Blood on everything, on her hands, her face. Tainting her family as she crushed their organs with her mind, more crimson spilling from their mouths from the force as lungs filled and life left their eyes. Soulless bodies dropping to the floor.
"Then you have no idea of what a true massacre is." She replied, her voice haunted and monotonous. This quirked curiosity in Loki, of course he knew of massacre. He had led massacres; there was widespread panic in Midgard from his will and his army of the Chitauri. "You should know guilt and remorse, Loki if you have taken part in a massacre of innocent people."
"No one is innocent." Lily's eyes widened. This man was evil, twisted and damaged. Someone must have hurt him terribly for the God to feel and think in such a way. And Lily pitied him. She knew of pain, she knew of betrayal.
"It seems we may be more alike than I would like, Loki. I wonder who could have hurt you enough to make you this vengeful." Lily looked into his eyes which were now hidden beneath a cold, mask of indifference. "Was it your family? A close friend? You spoke about your claim to a throne. Were you betrayed or lied to?"
This sparked anger in Loki, his long fingers snapping up to curl around the delicate neck of the human female. How dare her. How dare his brother, his father, even his mother? How could they mistreat him, to deceive him for hundreds of years while Loki believed he had the right to the throne of Asgard. He knew nothing different. He had not even an inkling of the truth before it was all too clear. Loki was the last of the Ice Giants. He was saved from the battle by the Allfather. He was taken in and made a prince. He was treated as family. Never had Loki felt such betrayal, such anger and this was why he would fight for what he worked and fought for in Asgard, because it had gone on too long for him to ever give up.
Lily choked out as Loki's fingers gripped tighter. He watched her struggle for breath. Her hands clawing at his own in a desperate attempt for him to let her go. Loki watched with a grin as her fight became weaker and weaker. Her eyes growing void of light, until they clouded over, the crystalline blue dull and lifeless. Her body completely limp. He released her, feeling a strange sense of anguish instead of the usual dark humour as her crumpled figure fell to the ground.
Loki stepped away from the body of the once bright and energetic telekinetic , before turning away completely to continue his battle with those troublesome Avengers.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Loki spun on his heel, watching as Lily's form shone blue, rising from the ground to levitate in the air. Her eyes glowing menacingly, fixed on the God of Mischief. She lifted her palm out in front of her, as the hand rose Loki felt his body rise with it. He was shocked at the strength of her ability.
"I have underestimated you, Lily."
"Of course you fucking have." She glowered at him, before slowly closing her hand into a fist. Loki felt his chest constrict painfully. Then as if she had caught herself doing something despicable, she swung her hand away, Loki flying in the same direction.
Lily clutched at her chest, eyes squeezed shut. She tried as hard as she could not to let that part of her come out. The first time it ever happened was when her parents were murdered. She had gone on a rampage, seeing herself from inside her own head as she tore people limb from limb with her own telekinetic power. It was more than enough to tip her into a depression she feared she would never return from. Luckily with the help of her grandmother, she had recovered. Lily calmed her ragged breaths, landing on the ground. Relaxing her posture and standing tall once again.
Loki stood, brushing off dust and rumble from his tailor made princely robes. Eying the Midgardian with an amused glint as he righted the collar of his armour.
"Do you always look so delectable when you try to act menacing?" He joked. Lily glared in reply. Her arms folded over her chest. "That only makes you look-"
"Hush!" Lily turned to the window watching as the massive metal plated aliens fell from the sky. She rushed over the balcony and with wide eyes spied the aliens on the ground toppling over. They had won!
"It appears Loki that you are defeated."
"Impossible," he grumbled, storming over to stare at his fallen allies. "Again my right as king is denied and stolen from me and by mere mortals no less!"
Lily quirked an arched brow at the Asgardian. "Still tooting your horn about that then?"
"Tooting my horn? What a ridiculous Midgard expression."
"If you don't wish to be caught and then probably locked up for eternity I suggest you go and like pronto." Lily looked over the side of the balcony watching as a rather beaten up gang of Avengers ran into the building.