Loki
I think that I'm going to be sick.
"W-what?" She stammers out, her face ghostly pale. She takes a step back and runs into the wall, her eyes wide.
My stomach twists into something resmbling the Midgardian pretzel. I have almost no doubt that Elsa is my child, even though I wish she wasn't. My stomach twists again. None of this would be happening right now if Thor hadn't dragged me along. My mind is so scattered, that I speak the only truth that clears in my mind.
"You're supposed to be dead."
I meet her pale blue eyes, to see them widen in fear, and confusion. Thor's scowl deepens.
"What do you mean, brother?"
Images flash before me, and I sqeeze my eyes shut to push them away. My palms become sticky with sweat, and I hate myself for showing fear around Thor's friends. My voice comes out as a whisper.
"Adelaine was your mother, wasn't she?"
Luscious red curls and bright blue eyes evade my vision, and my skin prickles at the thought of her. I clench my fist, willing the image of my last love away.
"How do you know that?" Elsa asks, and even though she's terrified, I can see Adelaine in her. I needn't even ask. She has her mother's jaw line, and pointed chin.
A sigh escapes my lips as I rub my temples. I thought I had taken care of this. I guess I didn't do as great a job as I thought.
"Thor, do you remember our trip to Midgard when you summoned lightnening, and scared an entire town into treating you like a god?" I ask slowly. The big oaf nods.
"Fandral had them construct an entire wall out of reflection glass, and he wouldn't move for many days," Thor chuckles deeply, evidently remembering the memory. We had all been young, although it wasn't our first trip alone.
"Aye," I mutter. "Do you recall how I disappeared for several days?"
Thor's eyes go wide. "Is THAT what you were doing?" He sputters. "I thought you were off pranking someone."
I smile tightly. "I did on the way back," I let out a low chuckle, before running my hand through my hair."
"Wait," Elsa speaks up. "How old are you two?"
Thor and I share a brief glance, and he takes the cue to explain. He shifts in his seat, making himself comfortable. "Elsa, Loki and I are not of this realm. We are from a realm called Asgard, where we are different from humans. We are born with different abilities, and we livee much, much longer than a human."
Her stare is dubious.
"So you're saying that I'm half Asgardian, which is why I've lived for so long?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, her lips quirking slightly as though in amusement. I bite my lip.
"Not exactly," I mutter. "I'm actually from Jotunheim."
"But with the heart of an Aesir," Thor quickly adds, sending me a hard look. I glare back at him, but keep my mouth shut. I watch as Elsa also bites her lips in concentration. I continue on.
"I knew Adelaine was pregnent, and that she would birth an abomination. Which is why I came back nine months later," I tell them,ignoring the hard glares I recieve from the Avengers at reffering to Elsa as an abomination. "I disguised myself as a midwife, and helped with the birthing process. But Adelaine grew weary afterwards, and passed out before she could see the child. It was better anyways," I murmer quietly. "She did not see your true state."
"I took you to your nursery. I knew you had inherited more of my gene than your mothers. The magic that flowed within you was too powerful. I couldn't take you with me, I was a mere boy myself, but you would not have been able to have been left on Earth as you were. And so I extracted the magic."
I jerk at the memory. "I should have killed you, but I couldn't. Everytime I looked at you, I saw Adelaine. And so I tried to withdraw the magic from you. I'm not sure when I went to far, or what exactly went wrong. But I pulled too much," I whisper. "I thought that I had withdrawn it all, and that you would have lived and died like a human. I-I guess something went wrong."
"Wrong?" Fury prompts, and I ignore the urge to punch him.
I look up and meet her eyes again, to see that they've gone hollow and lifeless. I wince internally. None of this was supposed to happen. This was never supposed to come to light. She was supposed to be dead.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
The silence that falls around the room is deafening. My mind swirls with memories and thoughts. I watch as she backs into the wall again, but her eyes are unfocused. For the first time in a long time, I feel a pang of sympathy for the girl. She doesn't deserve this. She should have died.
I watch slowly as ice starts to crawl across the wall, away from her. It spreads slowly like a snowflake, and judging by her shaking, not on purpose. What have I done?
The silence almost chills me, when Agent Barton speaks up.
"I gotta say, I thought Stark would be the first one with a kid, not Loki of all people."
The comment tears at some of the tension thankfully, even though I shoot him a steely glare. He should've been kept under the mind control. At least his tongue couldn't flab about when he was in that state. I watch Director Fury scowl. Then again, does he ever smile?
"Clearly, this explains alot," He grumbles. He crosses his arms, which we all know means he's making an irrevocable decision. "Therefore, Elsa must return to Asgard with you."
The words take a moment to register in my mind. But someone beats me to the refusal.
"I am not going anywhere."
Elsa's voice is soft yet firm. I glance over to her, to see that even though she's shaking, she's clenched her hands into fists. Her ice blue eyes are wide with fear, but her mouth is set in a determined line. Fury sighs and looks at her.
"Well, you certainly won't be staying on Earth. If Asgard, or Jotunheim, or where ever is where you're from, that's where were sending you," He scowls. "I cannot have someone who doesn't understand their own abilities wonder Earth, when they could be getting training."
This time I cut him off.
"Training?"
Fury's one good eyes slides over to me. "Yes, training. Father Daughter Time. That sort of thing."
His words are careless.
Perhaps too careless.
"He is NOT my father!"
Her shout stills the room, and I close my eyes as a blast of cold air accentuates out from her. When I open my eyes again, a spear tip of ice is mere meters away from my face. I meet Thor's eyes, and see that he has the same problem. All of the Avengers do. The ice spears fly from the edge of the table, and away from Elsa.
I eye the ice with distain. I've never been fond of snow. I don't need to wonder why.
"If you stay here, I will have no other choice than to hand you over to the labs. And I can assure you, that their methods are hardly painless," Fury scowls at her.
"Fury, she's just a girl," Rogers speaks up. Of course he's the first one to care. Fury whips towards him.
"Just a girl?" HE asks. "Well, that girl froze an entire city for five hundred years. That girl almost speared you through because of a temper tantrum. She's needs training, and Asgard's the best place for it."
"I must agree here," Thor's thick accent rings out, and it takes all my willpower not to roll my eyes. "While Asgard is different from Earth, we have many warriors and Teachers who can help Elsa control it."
"I can control it just fine," Elsa growls, and I can't help but think that she looks like a cornered animal.
"Is that what you told Anna?"
Fury's voice is low, and althoughI have no idea of whom Fury speaks, I watch as Elsa's already pale skin pales even more so. Her bottom lip begins to quiver. "I have seen things in my lifetime, Director. And I shall not be bullied into submission by your taunts."
Almost every head turns to me. Huh. Must be in the genes. Elsa notices.
"What is it?"
"Besides the fact that you pretty much quoted Reindeer Games?" Tony - the insufferable fool - speaks up. "Nothing much."
Fury turns to her again. "I may not have," He replies solemnly. "But if the legends are true, Anna would've wanted you to go, and learn, and control it. It almost killed her once, didn't it?"
Elsa's lips pinch, and she tries to put on a brave face, but I can tell that it's all a facade, and that Fury hit a nerve. She swallows, but says nothing. Fury takes that as submission.
"Thor, how long are you here on Earth?"
"The Allfather had permitted a three day trip to see Jane, because Loki came. Although I suppose that we can leave tomorrow, and I can return at a more convenient time. Alone."
It's Thor. I know he never intentionally implies it. I know that I shouldn't even let the lumbering Oaf's words bother me. But I can't help but pick apart the underlying message. None of this would have happen had I just come alone.
Although, of course, it is Thor, which means that he could care less, because to him he got me out of Asgard, and he viewed his goal as complete. But still. I wish I hadn't come. Then maybe this mess would have stayed hidden. My secrets buried where they were supposed to be.
"Finally some common sense," Fury grumbles. I roll my eyes. He's just as incompetent as he was two years ago. I have absolutely no idea why Thor continually insists to help them. Sure, Tony is quite witty, and can keep a smile on your face, and it was at least amusing to watch Rogers bumble his way through the twentyfirst century, but for the most part, they were annoying, insolent, pests. And I much prefer to squash pests. Or, at least, I did.
"So that's it then?" Elsa's voice comes out tight and bitter. "I have no say in getting shipped off to a strange planet?"
Pepper, Jane, and Jane's friend all frown, Jane's friend not as subtly as Jane and Pepper. Stark looks bored, Romanoff is a blank as usual, and Barton keeps flicking off chunks of the ice in front of his face. I don't bother looking at Thor. Rogers is the only one who looks some-what sympathetice towards Elsa. Banner is impartial.
"You can always come back once you've learned to control it, right Director?" Rogers asks, a little too hopefully. I watch with slight amusement.
"Control is our main prioriy Captain," Is all Fury mutters out. He looks around, and meets my gaze. "Meeting adjorned."
I feel twisted, which is a strange sensation. As the god of lies and deception, trickery and mischief, bending and twisting the truth to hide my secrets and benefit my will has always been second nature to me. Something I do without thought. But now, as I meet Fury's eye, and see Elsa's broken gaze, my world lurches from beneath me.
Who knew that you could twist the truth so much that it could snap?
Because I'm pretty sure that it just happened.
Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter and long wait. It's exam time, I just wrote an RCM exam, and I still have to prep for Physics and French Finals. Plus I have an English novel and essay I need to do before English starts next semester. Not only that, but Pinterest has taken over my life. Check me out if you want, I got lots of Loki and Marvel stuff. Name's: Lauren Sherlock Holmes. Anywho, enough said, I hope this chapter wasn't too crappy. Thank you for ALL of your reviews. The feedback really helps! I hope you have a wonderful evening!