Title: Let the Games Begin
Author: Bella B. Zubinski
Fandom: Hunger games + Thor crossover
Warnings: AU, character death
Rating: T for gore, and violence
Pairing: NA
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Hunger Games, Thor or the characters within them. I did not create them I am just a fan. Also I have no money so please don't sue.
Summary: From district three is Thor Odinson the mighty. From district ten we are brought Loki Laufeyson the clever. On the day of the reaping each is chosen to represent their district in the 67th Hunger Games. Now that their fates are intertwined, where shall their paths lead them? Who will survive, who shall emerge victorious, while the other shall die. No paring.
Chapter 2: Weak
He stood shocked, slack jawed with his eyes wide, unable to move. This must be some kind of trick. He replayed what had just happened, what she had said in her too high voice, now etched into his memory, as she had read out the thin piece of damning paper.
"Loki Laufeyson." No, her voice had rung out loud and clear. Not even a ghost of breath passed through his lips as he heard the wave of sighs spill from the mouths of those around him. Relief fell from the lips of families and friends as they reveled in the fact that it had not been a boy they knew. No one screamed of shed a tear for him of course. He had no surviving family and not a true friend to speak of. People turned looking for the one they vaguely knew as the name on the paper. Like hounds to the scent of a carcass, once they found his face they fixated on him. All he could do was stand and gaze back, finding individual faces, using them as ropes back to reality. Slowly he began registering… that old lady who sold goods at the market, his sixth grade teacher, the boy he had worked with in the barn. Though as he looked at them he noticed something, they all looked on him with the same eyes, the same eyes all filled with pity, and it irked him. He spat the word in his mind, pity. Their pity filled eyes insulted him, they practically screamed he would not win, they made him feel weak. Weakness was something associated with an infant, and he was no child. He had lived though much in his sixteen years and they had never, not once, looked on him before, not even with pity. Not when his mother had died, nor when he had fallen from his perch in the barn and broken his leg and had to limp all the way back to town from the fields for help. In the whole four miles, not one man, woman or child had stopped to offer him help.
"Loki Laufeyson," The too brightly clad lady repeated from the podium. She too was staring at him having followed the eyes of the crowd. She had plastered on her fakest smile while cooing "Come on up dear" he felt a hard push from behind him. Glancing back in annoyance, he saw a peacekeeper towering over him menacingly jerking his head forward. This must be a joke, he thought to himself knowing full well it was not, his name had been picked, and no one was laughing. He started forward at a slow pace. His mind racing as he searched the faces of those around him. Their eyes all but shouting pity. He glared back at them while in his mind screaming back calling them all fools. He would prove to them that he was not the pathetic boy they saw him for.
This was just a game and he was good at games, he would show them that. This year he would be the victor. His triumph would banish the thoughts of pity from the minds of the people in this lousy district. Since birth he had always been a clever boy, he could win at any game he played, maybe not always while playing by the rules but that was unimportant. He climbed the steps with increasing determination. He would gain their respect and awe, so much so that they would kneel in his presence. The stage greeted him, standing at his full height with his head held high, he strolled with confidence, glancing only briefly at his fellow tribute a small girl whose name he had already forgotten, to stand in his rightful spot beside the vomit inducing lady. He gazed down at the despicable crowd gathered for the reaping. Then he looked up directly into the cameras and smiled his most daring smile
Note: Sorry for the wait between updates, school started up and all my free time had disappeared. Thanks for taking the time to read my work, if you have an extra second tell me what you think! I'd love to hear it. J
