I know I said this would be longer, but I've been extremely busy today. So I am so, so, so sorry. But it's still long enough for you, my lovelies. So, I didn't want much action in this chapter, because this is the kind of set off, the intro of what is to come in the next chapter onwards. But I really hope you like it nevertheless. If not, im really sorry, tomorrows chapter WILL be action packed! And things are going to happen with Loki… but what? Dun dun dun. So please, once again my apologies if you find this chapter is a bit boring.
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Anonymous3:30 : You really never fail to make me smile with your reviews. I wish I was there to see that lad's face! I am so glad you are enjoying it so much, and I hope the situation with Gerathaim didn't gross you out too much. Sorry to hear about your foot! And no, I haven't got a Migraine. I have a bone disease in both of my legs, so my legs give me some grief with pain and such. Thank you for wishing me better though 3 haha psycho Killer!
SavySnape7: I hope you slept ok, it was a bit creepy I must admit. I was slightly weirded out writing it myself haha.
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"Dude you need to calm down" Hawkeye shouted at the frantic god wrestling against the grip of Steve and Tony. Loki tried to sit up, move away, do anything, but the mortals held the 6ft tall god on the sofa. Hawkeye passed a carrier bag to Natasha and joined the others fight against the wriggling male. Leaning down the bowman held tightly onto Loki's legs to stop him from kicking about.
"I will not tolerate this, this... Let me go. Did you not hear what I said? Are you mortals deaf as well as dumb? Let me go!" Loki snarled, yanking his arms towards him chest, trying to break free.
"We will let go when you calm down Loki. We know, we heard you say that they are on their way. We'll sort something out when you calm down" Steve said through gritted teeth, holding the god still with all his might. Loki groaned in annoyance and immediately desisted in his fight against the super-soldier, the man of iron and the bowman. Hawkeye grinned at Loki's submission and looked over his shoulder at Natasha and banner. Natasha picked the rest of the carrier bags up from the floor and walked over to the counter where the drinks resided and began to empty the contents. Setting out the items she purchased, Natasha began to mix and match ingredients, and created a healthy but sustainable meal consisting of greens such as lettuce leaves and spinach for the iron, tomatoes and slices of honey roast ham and some slices of roast chicken. Mixing them into a cheap plastic bowl she had bought, Natasha reaches for a fork inside one of the shopping bags and walked back towards the sofa. Loki was now sat up straight, arms crossed and chest heaving in frustration. Tony and Barton had moves away and sat on the opposite sofa next to banner, while Steve stayed next to the god's side.
"Here, get this into your system" Natasha spoke, reaching out and handing Loki the bowl and fork. The god of mischief eyed the bowl of strange contents and slowly took it from the red head, along with the fork.
"That isn't real food Nat!" stark whined, looking at what she provided the hungry and tired god.
"It contains a lot of iron, Tony. It'll boost his energy" the black widow retorted, glaring at the billionaire. Moving away from Loki, Natasha sat on the single arm chair at the bottoms of the room and pulled out her mobile. Stark sighed heavily and reached for his tablet that was resting on the table, and began making adjustments to his armour. Hawkeye sat stiff, his eyes never leaving the god, whilst banner sat, staring blankly into the distance. Loki stabbed the fork into one of the green leaves in his bowl and raises it so that it was in front of his face. Regarding it for a moment, Loki brought the fork forward and bit the leaf. Chewing slowly, Loki's nose scrunched at the slightly bitter taste of the spinach. Swallowing quickly, Loki stabbed a small cherry tomato and popped it into his mouth. Biting down Loki heard the tomato pop in his mouth and felt an instant burst of flavour. That, he liked.
Stew watched at the god slowly consumed his meal. The soldier smiled several times at the looks that caressed Loki's face when his taste buds were attacked with flavours that were immense and pleasing. "That was much more pleasurable than that 'pizza' we consumed this night gone" Loki spoke aloud and everyone snapped their gaze over to the god. Natasha eyed the empty bowl and grinned.
"See stark, real food" the black widow scoffed and raised an eyebrow to the genius of the tablet. Stark childishly mimicked Natasha and shrugged his shoulders. Natasha looked back over to the god and felt uneasy when her eyes rested under his gaze. She remembered at that moment how daunting t had been when she had questioned him in that cage on the hell carrier and he had snarled at her 'mewling quim' quite terrifyingly. Right now, however, Natasha seemed transfixed under the gods gaze and lowered her mobile, taking in his face even more.
"Thank you for that, agent Romanoff" Loki's sultry voice snakes across the room and tingled in the red heads ears.
"Pleasure" she replied quickly and struggled to drop her gaze from his emerald green eyes and luscious features. Loki grinned at her difficulty and Natasha felt a voice in her head say 'yep, that's the Loki she knew, the one she remembered, not the one whom had just woken up screaming'. Loki leant forward, still staring at the Russian, and placed the bowl onto the table. Natasha cleared her throat and looked down to her mobile, all the while Hawkeye sat, livid, witnessing what just went on.
Loki sighed, content with how full his stomach was feeling and stood to his feet, swaying slightly as he did. Steve was there in a split second and held Loki's arm to steady him.
"I am fine, soldier" Loki spoke, removing his arm from Steve's hands.
"You need to rest, Loki" Steve spoke, removing his hands, disgruntled.
"Do not presume, captain, what my body needs. The food has sustained me enough." Loki replied and walked away from the lounge area, stalking towards the window. Crossing his arms, Loki looked once more up to the sky and felt his stomach churn as images of the nightmare that ripped him from his slumber flickered painfully across his vision.
A few hours passed and the Avengers discussed and planned and prepared ready for what was to come to the newly recovered city of New York. Stark had made extra alterations to his suit so that it lasted longer against the powers of the Chitauri. Knowing what they were and how they thought and fought widened his knowledge and the genius was able to produce a type of force field that would enable his suit to shield itself against the ray's that shot from the Chitauri's weapons; causing them to bounce off him. Natasha had been in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D and of course, Director Fury. Fury still felt provoked by the young god that had attack his precious city, but was thankful all the same that said god had returned to warn them, and fight with them in the upcoming attack. Barton, inevitably was in his 'nest', watching all that was going on and naturally, was glaring at the god of mischief. Loki began to feel slightly fed up; in one instant he did not want the war to come, but, in another, he did want it to so that it would just be over and done with. He had faith in the Avengers and faith in his father's army. Standing up taller than usual, Loki clicked his aching back and gave a quick glance over his shoulder to see what the others were doing. ON noticing that all were busy with something, Loki faced forward once more and stroked his chin in thought. It was not until a good forty minutes later until something happened.
Dropping his hands by his side Loki looked with fear at the darkening sky. Staring deeply at the atmosphere, Loki witnessed a cloud of black swirl slowly into a circle, getting denser and denser. Gasping, the trickster witnessed a flash of light and a hole began to rip through the atmosphere. Turning around quickly, Loki's tunic swished, and in a glare of gold, catching the Avengers' eyes, Loki was robed in his green cloak and golden and black armour. Ascending from his head was the golden horns that so defined the god of Mischief. Standing up, the Avengers looked wearily at the armoured god feeling slightly defenceless at the sight of him. Loki outstretched his arm, and flickering into his hand, appeared Dilenreen, catching the lights in the room, sparkling with magnificence. Loki grinned at the mortals' expressions and walked towards them, his vulnerable appearance now gone in a flash as he stood, menacing at powerful. "It's time" Loki's voice dripped with venom, not towards the Avengers but in reference to what was coming. Stark eyes widened as he looked past Loki and noticed the instant change in the sky and sighed.
"Jarvis, have the alterations been transferred to my suit yet?" Stark asked, placing down the glass of scotch he had in his hand.
"Yes Sir, your suit it at one hundred percent completion" The Artificial voice boomed in the room. Looking to Loki quickly, Stark nodded to him and rushed from the room. Steve followed and headed for his room to dress. Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton looked quickly to one another. Natasha pulled out her phone and called Fury, warning him that the situation was now code red. Barton led the female assassin from the room and both left to gear up. Banner stood awkwardly and looked to the god.
"I suppose I should be pleased that I don't have any outfits to change into" Banner spoke nervously, giving a light laugh. Loki grinned and looked back across the room to the door that stood next to the window; the door, if he remembered rightly, which he entered as Tony walked into the building offering him a drink. Walking forward, Loki opened the door and exited the building, breathing in the fresh air. Walking out to the edge of the building Loki looked up, and around, enjoying the breeze that attacked his face.
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"Loki move!" a voice boomed and Loki looked back towards the building and noticed the Avengers gathered, wide eyed, staring at him. A frown dancing across Loki's brow as to why they said that, and then Loki could hear a loud buzzing approach him from behind. Turning back around, away from the window, Loki gasped as a Chitauri warrior on its levitating transport, swooped down toward him. Loki outstretched his hand, and using Dilenreen, shot an orb of power towards the offending alien. Dodging the power surge, the alien swooped down once more and, using one free hand, grabbed Loki's armour by the next and whizzed forward, throwing the pale god through the window which he had taken a liking to. The Avengers quickly jumped out of the way as the emerald green god smashed through the window towards them and landed with a loud thud on the floor, his horn scraping and clanging loudly on impact. Loki sat up, furiously, and glared out of the smashed window. Rising to his feet, Loki stormed past the Avengers and surveyed the situation. Seeping through the hole in the atmosphere, the Chitauri entered the sky above the city and began to slip into formation, not attacking as of yet. The sounds of familiar screams of terror rose up from the street of New York as frantic mortals looked on at the sight and ran into buildings and other shelters, protecting themselves from what was about to happen. Loki snarled and looked back to the group. "Stark, can you fly me up to the army?" Loki asked. Stark nodded and placed down his helmet, covering his face. Walking forward, Stark took hold of Loki, wrapping his arm uncomfortably around the god's waist.
"Hold on Reindeer games" Tony said, breaking into a run, Loki surprisingly light for such a tall man, and jumped from the ledge of the building. Zooming upwards, Loki caught his breath as the temperature got colder the higher they ascended. Loki grimaced as he recognised the aliens and stretched out one of his arms towards them, with Dilenreen pointing towards them, the other hand clutching onto Stark for dear life.
"Get me just close enough so I can disable their carriages" Loki said, breathlessly.
"You got it" Stark said, and thrusting his boosters, shot forth so that Loki was near enough to the aliens. Loki closed his eyes, feeling his magic within him course through his arm and into his staff. Taking a deep breath, clutching on to Stark, Loki snapped his eyes open and flung his arm forward. A light burst forth from the emerald eye that nestled in the centre of Dilenreen and consumed the alien's scooter like transport. In a flicker of a moment, the carriages began to sway as their power source began to falter, and within seconds of Loki firing at them, the Chitauri began to drop from the sky, one by one with a horrific screech. As the carriages dropped from the sky towards the buildings of New York, the aliens jumped from them and latched themselves onto anything that was near enough for them to reach. Loud explosions sounded as carriages collided with buildings, and Loki sighed into Starks hold. "Nice one, daddy issues" Tony complimented and gripped Loki hard before flinging himself backwards towards the Avengers tower.
As Stark flew back towards his building, Loki looked over his shoulder and watched as the hole in the atmosphere began to expand and he knew that it meant more were on their way, and more importantly, Thanos was on his way. It was at this moment that Loki prayed to the heavens that Odin and his army and left for Vanaheim to hunt down and destroy all those whom had resided in the once peaceful realm, whom were ready to attack Midgard.
Landing carefully back onto the ledge, Stark lowered his arm and dropped Loki onto his feet. The god of mischief stumbled, putting out his hands ready to brace himself if he was to fall. "That was neat, Loki" Steve complimented the trickster god, holding his shield to his side tightly. Loki grinned and straightened up, turning around to look back at the invading commotion.
"We need to get down there, those freak are going to start torments the streets now that their transport is gone" Stark said, looking at the avengers. Natasha nodded and turned on her heels, running from the room with Barton and Steve behind. "Bruce, stay here until we call you"
"Sure, ok" Banner replied, crossing his arms.
"You ready?" Stark replied, looking over to Loki. The god grimaced, not loving the idea of being in this egotistic man's arms once more. Stepping forward, Loki allowed Stark to grab him around his waist. Stark chuckled at the annoyed expression on the dark haired gods face, and hovered from the ground. "Catch you around hulkinator" Stark nodded to the scientist and in a split second, flew out of the broken window and down through the streets of New York, with Loki clutching onto him.
"You can desist with the smirking" Loki spoke once they landed on a cobbled area of land which Loki remembered as the area where Thor had had him gagged at the mouth, and where they used the Tesseract to journey back to Asgard.
"How do you even know im smirking black locks? My helmet it down" Stark scoffed.
"I can hear you arrogance" Loki replied, rolling his eyes. Looking around the area, Loki watched as the avengers ran towards him and the self-absorbed genius, red in the face from exertion. Stark noticed the horror in Natasha's eyes as they approached and stood forward.
"What is it Nat?" Stark asked.
"Look up!" The black widow exclaimed. Loki snapped his head towards the sky and felt his heart drop when he saw hundreds of Chitauri form themselves in a single line across the expanse of clouds, and in the centre of the line rested the giant, purple menace, known by the name of Thanos. Even from that distance, Loki could see the anger in his eyes, and the subtle hint of victory. Loki swallowed and stood in a war like stance, stretching out Dilenreen.
"I love you Leera" Loki whispered as the army dispersed towards them and across the city, and Thanos locked his eyes on Loki and shot forward with a gut wrenching roar of wrath.
"So it begins" Steve said, placing his Shield in front of his chest as the sounds of terrified screams wreaked across the city.