Royal flames will carve a path in chaos
Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armour
They've come to take all your rights.
Hail to the King, hail to the one.
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun.
Hail to the King...
Within seconds of him leaving that apartment, where he'd managed to conceal himself away from the eyes of the gate keeper, he was in the bifrost. He should have been back on Asgard a week ago and instead he'd concealed himself with magic and gone AWOL. I guess he could see why they'd be a little mad at him.
He walked toward his brother, he was stood with Heimdall. "Where have you been?" his brothers thunderous voice boomed.
"Looking for the sceptre, dear brother." He chuckled.
"Don't play games with me Loki, Heimdall lost sight of you for days." His brother looked angry, Loki was doing his best not to enjoy it.
"I don't know what you mean. Maybe the gatekeepers sight is fading after the many years of service." He beamed at his brother.
"Do not insult my abilities, son of Laufey." the gatekeeper glared at the younger of the two princes.
"Ah, we've dropped "Son of Odin." have we?" He couldn't help feeling a little bit hurt by that.
"Did you find that sceptre? Or where you too busy stalking that innocent human girl like prey?" Growled Thor, Loki bit back his smile.
"I assure you brother, I do not know what you mean." He was taunting them now.
"Do no play with me, Loki. Why are you so interesting in that girl?" Thor's eyes narrowed at his younger brother, who shifted ever so slightly.
"Just a bit of fun, brother. You know how tedious searching for things can be. Remember your hammer?" Loki chuckled only a moment before said hammer came flying at his chest, pinning him to the wall, Thor following closely behind it. "Must you." He growled.
"Explain the girl, Loki." Thor was shouting in his face now.
"Why?" Asked Loki. He would not admit this to his brother.
"Explain the girl." They began shouting over the top of each other. Each trying to be louder and more fearsome than the latter.
"I love her!" Loki heard his voice yell. Thor backed away from his snake like brother and chortled with laughter.
"You love her?" Thor laughed more. "You? Of all the Asgardians on this planet, you have fallen in love with a human?" Thor's stomach ached from the laughter, he was doubled over slapping his knee.
"You fell in love with a human." Retorted Loki, losing his patience now.
"Yes, but I am open to the idea of loving someone other than myself, brother." Thor straightened up now, sobering after the mere mention of Jane Foster. Loki was smouldering behind his tight smile. "I'm going to send you back. Maybe this obviously remarkable girl can turn you back to the Loki I grew up with." Thor said, calling back his hammer.
"Obviously remarkable?" Loki repeated.
"She must be, if she's willing to handle you." Thor was almost laughing again, before he pushed Loki back through the Bifrost.
So I'd spent the last two days being debriefed on my capture. What happened? Why'd he let you go? What does he want? After all that, I was about ready to scream at the next person who asked me. "Lys!" I heard behind me. I spun on my heels and was caught in a bear hug.
"Hey, Barton." I chuckled as he raised me off the ground a little before letting me go.
"I'm glad you're okay. I was about ready to go after him myself, but they wouldn't let us." He winked at me.
"Us? Who's us?" I asked him.
"Me, Nat and Rogers." He said this like I should have known.
"I don't even know Rogers." I replied, a little confused as to why Captain America would want to help save me.
"No, but he's heard of you from our stories and he just really hates Loki." Said Natasha has she appeared from around the corner. She pulled me into a one armed hug. "Not many can survive an encounter with Loki and you did it twice." She was eyeing me suspiciously.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I grumbled. I felt like no one was believing me. Everything was the truth, well, apart from the falling in love with the psycho son of a Norse God, who just happened to keep me captive for a week and forgot to feed me sometimes, but everything else was true.
"Sorry." She smiled. "Come on, let's all have some coffee." And she dragged me and Barton towards the canteen.
We're dysfunctional, physical,
Always slamming doors.
You're a bitch, throwing fits.
Always waging wars.
Me and you, sad but true
Are not us any more...