Of Gates and Gods

A Stargate SG1, Thor Crossover

A/N- Just in case it wasn't clear before, THIS IS A LOKI/BA'AL PAIRING fic. There will be light smut, but will fade to black before anything really graphic starts. Also, why is it every time I upload the last period keep disappearing?

Part Three: Drawing the Lines

Ba'al, for all that he is a copy, possesses all the knowledge, wit, and personality of his creator. He is subordinate in the hierarchy of clones, but it isn't a hardship. He is not a shadow and though he is expendable, he is not a simple tool. He thinks. He plans. He has access to manufacturing facilities that Loki does not -most of his planets have populations too small to think about building on such scales, and only two of them had any kind of technology beyond hammer and anvil before he came- and if they combine their resources they will be a force of reckoning.

"It is a simple enough ritual," Ba'al breathes, eyes flashing over Loki's body. "And I can make it highly pleasurable. What better way to cement our new alliance?"

"Oh?" Loki smiles. There are other clones in the room, watching, thinking their own separate, distinct thoughts. He really should remember to ask Ba'al how he accomplished such a feat. While his other had the capabilities to clone, the aging process had been flawed. His creations had withered and died, fully aware, but so long as they lasted long enough to decoy from the other's purposes he hadn't cared.

Even Loki finds that attitude a bit callous. Like giving birth and then putting your newborn child under a glass to be gawked at while it starves to death.

Ba'al comes closer, close enough for Loki to smell his breath, Loki pushes forward. It is a sign of trust among System Lords, an act of mutual submission, and he finds it a little gratifying that Ba'al is willing to acknowledge his claim.

Not that Ba'al knows that if the gao'uld tried jumping into his body while their mouths were open and shared Loki would simply revert to Jotunn form and freeze him from the inside.

But it doesn't come to that, and while the one keeping his mouth occupied is petting his hair the Ba'al -another copy, though he is told the original is on his way- who runs the industrialized planet they are on comes up from behind and begins to strip Loki of his clothing.


Loki is growing to hate the name Anubis. It is the name of the goa'uld that attacked his people, who is attacking any small, weak, undefended planet (and the crippled Aesir side of Loki balks at the thought of such a warrior taking pride in subjugating and killing the women and children, the fathers and farmers and artisans that have no way to make war) that might have resources he can use. Anubis is so foul a creature that even the goa'uld, who do not balk at wiping out entire populations and races, banished him from their realm for crimes unspeakable.

Loki really wishes to know what those crimes were, as maiming fellow gods, killing fellow gods, and committing acts of depravity on their human herds are something they all engaged in at one point or another.

Sadly, Anubis' forced exile occurred long before Ba'al's time, and the memories of his ancestors are sketchy on the subject. Queens can choose what they wish to impart on their children, after all, leaving Lord Yu the only one left with the complete recollections of that time.


Loki is blue when he first meets the leader of the infamous, or famous depending on who one is conversing with at the time, SG1. Their defensive lines have improved (and taking battles to beyond the atmosphere was so different, so exhilarating, to think in all directions of up-down-back-forth-when-where-how) to the point that several goa'uld who have been... disservice'd… by the death god have offered their support to the alliance of Ba'al and Yu (and Loki).

Which is why he is visiting this outpost of research and development where up becomes down but where they have yet to puzzle out a way to mimic the natural powers of Frost Giants and the Casket's own strength.

"This is petty. He does not know." Loki states, impassive, unsettled by how much the pointless torture gets to him. Perhaps he has been spending too much time on Thrymswold, where the people are kind and mischievous and have deadly accurate aim.

"He does." Ba'al hisses, hand going to the acid container, ready to fling more on the bound human. Loki carefully does not think of snakes and entrails.

Jack O'Neill looks up and cough-chuckles into his wounded shoulder (and Loki does not appreciate that it is one of his knives that is sticking out of it). "Oh, now I know I'm loosing it..."

Loki bypasses Ba'al and locks eyes with the son of Neill. "I am Loki, of Asgard."

"...not." O'Neill replies petulantly. "Too tall. Too blue."

Loki's mouth quirks. "I'm adopted." He whirls back on Ba'al, All-Tongue transfiguring his speech to a rush of Goa'uld for their ears alone. "What is the purpose of this? He is a warrior, and you've done him a great disservice. Either kill him or release him. We cannot fight a war on two fronts, not now."

"He knows where my lo'taur-"

"That is why you're doing this? For an unworthy, runaway whore?" Loki is... Loki isn't sure what he is. He is angry. And annoyed. And several other things. He freezes the acid with a gesture when Ba'al goes back to business with a glare. The cold icicles shatter when they hit their target and O'Neill gives a surprised grunt.

With a snap of his fingers Loki summons his own duplicates, and as he presses his body against Ba'al's temporarily stunned form he swears to remove any desire for traitorous humans, no matter how beautiful, from his ally's mind. The son of Neill laughs a little hysterically in the background and asks if they could get a room. Ba'al obliges by ordering his jaffa to take the prisoner back to his cell.


"So." Jack drawls as a woman in a forest green dress with a bandoleer of daggers at her hip runs a machine over his wounds. It emits a soft white light and his skin tingles as it knits back together. The ship he woke up in definitely has Asgardian elements, lots of loops and vine-y things in the decor, but there's no little grey buddies in sight. "Loki and Ba'al. What's up with that?"

"Well, Ba'al isn't a horse." His nurse smirks as she flicks off the machine.

When they get him back to the SGC -because that was what the blue man promised, and everything was a little hazy but Jack remembers the look in his eyes when he walked into the torture chamber, and it wasn't the look of someone who had done the torturing- Jack is going to mine Wikipedia for all it's got.