Pairing: Tony/Loki, Thor/Sif, Clint/Darcy
Rating: M
Word Count: Don't know and don't care
Summary: While his palace is under siege by Odin and his army, King Laufey sends his infant son away with a powerful and much sought-after weapon. His hope is that when he is old enough, the boy will be able to wield it and defeat Odin to save not only Jotunheim, but as well as the other realms that have fallen to the tyrant's rule.
Warnings: Obidiah's a lying douche and Loki has feels. And more FrostIron.
Don't own The Avengers or Lord of the Rings. I got tired of making up reasons.
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Hey I'm not dead! Just writing other stories. And life's biting me in the ass. I saw The Hobbit today and I just felt like working on this again. Anyway, updates will be random, so don't expect weekly stuff or anything. Read my other fics if you get bored. If you already have, read them again.
Part 1: Chapter 5
As he drew nearer to the fortress, Phil began to relax his posture, only to loosen the tense muscles. A figure in white approached him from the front steps, and when they were at a small enough distance apart, Phil dismounted his horse.
"Obidiah, my old friend."
"Could it really be Phillip Coulson standing at my doorstep? It has been such a long time since I last saw him," the man drawled. Phil shook his head but didn't respond. "Well now, what counsel do you seek of me?" Obidiah asked as he motioned for Phil to follow him inside.
"It involves the Tesseract."
"The Tesseract? The Tesseract vanished nearly two decades ago when Laufey was killed. And yet you say that it has turned up again?"
The heavy stone doors slammed shut behind the two men, and Phil remained silent for a few moments as he waited for the echo to die down before speaking again.
"It was never gone. The Tesseract was entrusted to someone else by Laufey before his death."
"Why would it reveal itself now?"
"It is to be used against the All-Father's weapon, Gungnir. The Tesseract is the only possible chance of victory."
They entered a room that was faintly lit and cluttered with piles of parchments. The chairs and desk were barely visible because of all the study materials. Phil picked up papers from one of the chairs and set them on the floor before sitting down, while Obidiah claimed the seat at the desk near the window.
"Hmm…the All-Father must know of this, somehow, because he has begun building up his armies. Whoever this person is, they stand no chance," Obidiah murmured, crooking a finger under his chin.
"You are already giving up when you have not even spared the bearer a thought." When Obidiah didn't respond, Phil narrowed his eyes. "It's something else, isn't it?"
Obidiah jerked his head towards the other male and lowered his hand slowly, staring at him with a calculating expression. He wrapped his fingers around the edge of the table and turned his body slightly towards Phil, his frame taking on a challenging posture.
"I think of it differently than you, Phillip. No matter how strong you may believe this person to be, they will never be able to defeat the All-Father, let alone his armies. In the end, it all comes down to survival. Resist the All-Father and you won't survive."
"You are siding with the enemy, Obidiah? Because you want to live?" Phil exclaimed, rising from his seat. "What happened to make you abandon your philosophy of always fighting for the common good?"
"I fight for the strong. And a seventeen year old boy is not worthy of my loyalty."
Phil had never mentioned anything about the person's age or gender, so Obidiah must have known about Loki all along. He was in danger now more than ever, and Phil needed to get to him before anyone else found him first. Before he had a chance to leave, the door slammed in his face, and he turned around to see Obidiah with one of his hands raised.
"He can't be saved. Even if I were to let you out of here alive," Obidiah said before curling his fingers. Phil collapsed to his knees and clawed at his neck, which was constricting. He heaved a raspy cough and blood splattered on the black marble floor. "He should have listened to your advice, because Tyr is thirsting for his blood."
Phil raised his hand as if he was reaching for something, then pulled his arm back. Obidiah's feet slipped out from under him, releasing his hold around Phil's throat. Using the wall to lean against, Phil pushed himself up until he was standing on shaky legs. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his sleeve and spit some that still remained onto the floor.
Phil held his arm up and flexed his hand, sending Obidiah crashing into the desk where he had been sitting moments earlier. But no sooner had he landed, the man was rising and Phil found himself pressed against the wall, the rough edges digging into his back.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Phillip. You know full well that if you continue on this path, you will only meet your own death. Join me in serving the All-Father. It's the right choice."
"No. It's not the right choice," Phil seethed before he was pushed up the wall a few inches. It felt like there may be cuts left behind on the skin. "It's the easy choice. But then again, when have I ever been known to go the easy route?" A few more inches.
"Well, it seems this can no longer be avoided. Friend."
Obidiah closed the distance until he was standing beneath Phil, who was sliding up the wall. Blood dripped from his palms where his fingernails had dug into the skin. Obidiah suddenly lowered his hand and Phil dropped to the floor with a loud smack. He barely had enough time to lift his head before several of the tiles seemingly vanished and his vision was filled with pitch darkness.
xXxXx
"Are we there yet? I'm hungry."
"Fear not, Darcy Lewis, we have arrived."
A chorus of sighs and bags hitting the ground filled the canyon. Loki combed soothingly through Fenrir's fur when the wolf all but collapsed. His eyes widened when the handle of a sword filled his vision.
"These are for you," their guide said, handing a sword to each of them. "I'm going to survey the area. Don't leave from this spot."
"Yeah right, like where would we go?" Darcy said after he was gone. "And does he really expect me to use this thing?" She asked, twirling it around.
"Darc, you complain too much," Clint deadpanned. "And watch it with that!"
"Let's set up camp, alright?" Loki asked.
After they had set out their beds, Tony "borrowing" from the blonde man, who still had yet to return, Loki immediately got in his bedroll and curled up next to Fenrir. He had not been asleep for very long before he felt heat against his back and the aroma of smoke filled his nostrils. As he had feared, his companions were cooking something over a small flame. And worse than that, they were giving away their location.
"What are you idiots doing?!"
"We're hungry," Darcy replied with a shrug.
"Put that out or you'll get us all killed!"
"What're you talkin' about? They're probably way behi-" The same roar from earlier echoed throughout the canyon, cutting off her statement.
"Well damn," Clint muttered.
"Aww," Darcy whined as Tony scooped handfuls of dirt and rocks onto the fire and stomped on the embers.
"We need to find a place to hide," Tony said as he gathered up his borrowed bed roll and tossed it into some shrubs.
The others followed his example and concealed their belongings as best as they could. Loki looked down at Fenrir, who was bumping his legs and pushing him slightly.
"Fenrir seems to have an idea of where we should go."
"You expect us to follow your pooch's instincts?" Tony asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"He got us to the inn, didn't he?" Tony threw up his hands in surrender. "Which way is it, Fenrir?"
xXxXx
The wolf led them up the hill through an archway, which led down to what looked like a small courtyard. They were surrounded on all four sides by crumbling stone walls, and the only way out was the opening they came through.
"This is your brilliant plan? We're trapped in here! Nice going, Fido!" Tony shouted.
"I'm sure he knows what he's doing. I mean, there are five of them and five of us. We were given weapons to defend ourselves, so if we each take one on, we should be okay."
"Yeah, but they can't die!" Loki was silent for a moment.
"Then that could pose a bit of a problem."
"Where's Asshole when we need him?" Darcy grumbled.
"Fenrir probably thought this would be a good location because Tyr and his men wouldn't be able to escape either. And since we're more agile, we would have an advantage." Tony looked at Loki incredulously. "Okay fine, I don't understand his thought process. I'm tired."
The wolf in question snarled and snapped his jaws when a dark shape stepped through the archway. As the others followed, Tony, Clint and Darcy unsheathed their swords. A hissing sound emitted from outside, but Loki could hear a faint growl underneath.
"Kill the others. The boy is mine."
"Loki, what are you doing?! Draw your sword!" Tony shouted.
Loki knew that he wouldn't be able to lift a sword with his injured shoulder. It took a moment, but he was able to remember the spell for controlling fire. He literally thanked the Norns for giving him those books about magic as he muttered the incantation under his breath and a pale green flame formed in his palm. He brought his arm back, then thrust it forward and a fireball hit Darcy's opponent in the chest. The girl looked just as surprised as him.
"Cool," Darcy muttered.
Loki glanced to where Fenrir appeared to be trying to rip off one of the creature's arms, so he decided to leave that one alone. Fenrir could use a new chew toy. He thought he could hear Tony yelling at him, but he couldn't make out what the other male was saying. Loki didn't get the chance to prepare another spell because a hand gripped his arm and twisted it back, dislocating his other shoulder. He was then shoved against the stone wall before he felt a sharp pain in the left side of his chest.
He cried out as Tyr pushed his sword deeper into his flesh, twisting the blade ever so slightly. Something behind him caught his attention, then Tyr yanked the blade out of Loki's chest and left him as he slumped to the ground. Almost immediately, Tony was at his side, setting him upright and wiping the blood from his mouth.
"You stay with me, Loki. Don't close your eyes, okay?" Loki nodded before his eyelids slid shut. Tony smacked him on the cheek. "I said don't close 'em. I wasn't using reverse psychology, now open up."
"Move," a gruff voice said.
"Hey!" Tony exclaimed as he was shoved to the side by the blonde man. "I was tryin' to help!"
"And where have you been? We needed you!" Darcy shouted as she watched him lift Loki into his arms and walk towards the archway.
"Now is not the time to argue. I must get him to Alfheim for treatment."
"He's kidding, right? Loki's gonna bleed to death before he even gets there," Clint said.
"No he's not!" Tony shouted. "Loki's going to make it. He has to."
"If you say so," Clint replied with a shrug.
"Let's just get our stuff together and try to figure out what to do next. Maybe he'll send someone to come get us."
The group jumped when a figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere and pointed her sword at the blonde man's throat.
TBC
Cliffhangers ftw!
No, they were not Force choking each other, that's dumb. I just thought it would be kinda weird if Phil and Obidiah had pimp canes, so I figured having actual magic that they can draw from within themselves was better. It's my story I do what I want. And he's not wearing a dress like Saruman does. I can't even imagine Jeff Bridges in a dress, nor do I want to.
I gotta admit it though, I was excited when I first heard Christopher Lee's voice today. Actually, I was happy to see all of the old characters. OH MY GOD I WANT PART 2 BECAUSE BENEDICT. -foams-
