Well, hello my lovelies! =D Happy new year! I hope that you had a fantastic holiday season filled with magicalness and amazingness! You all deserve it ^_^
So I'd like to take this moment to thank you all for your time in reading this story =) It's touched me greatly, and I so appreciate it.
AND NOW ON TO BUSINESS! As a gift, I wanted to give you this a little earlier than I had planned =] I've been really inspired lately so I've been writing like a maniac. (I'm also starting "sketches" (for lack of a better word) for my next Avengers de-age when I'm done with this one and I can't wait to show it to you guys =3) The chapters are probably going to start getting a wee big angstier, but not to the point of uncomfortable. I'll still definitely keep some humour in there (because all depression with no happiness makes for sad people D=), and I hope you enjoy it =D If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know! And now...for our feature presentation...
ALLONS-Y!
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"How can you not know!? We cannot give him to the Chitauri, they would kill him!"
Thor's blue eyes flashed and his face contorted with a terrible fury. He still sat on the couch with the young Loki, who lay in the fetal position, shaking uncontrollably. The older demigod placed a hand on the younger's shoulder. The gesture was just as much for his sake as it was for the child's, almost to make sure that he was still there and hadn't been taken.
Tony tore his eyes from the television screen to glare at Thor.
"Look, I want to keep him safe just as much as you. But there are millions of others in this city, and they're counting on us to keep them safe. I don't want to give him over. I really don't. But we don't have much of a choice."
Steve, who had been standing quietly, stepped forward.
"We can fight."
Stark glanced at him incredulously.
"Have you seen the army they've got? It's ten times the size of last time, at least, and who knows how many more are coming. Plus you remember what Fury said! Any trouble and he's gone. We don't have SHEILD with us this time- they're going to try and give him up. We have nothing. There's six of us against thousands of them. We. Have. No. Chance."
"I will not allow my brother to be given up!"
"That's not going to help us!"
Tony's yell echoed throghout the room, creating a barrage of hopelessness in the four Avengers. The man of iron stood panting, his eyes wide. Nothing could have replaced the anger, the depression that had taken hold in him. He genuinely did not want to do this. Over the time of Loki being with them, he had grown quite attatched to the boy. Something about having a child with them had brought the heroes together, almost gave them a common goal to ensure his well being. And Loki had brought a sort of innocence that was refreshing in a time of supervillains and scandal. It was an innocence that they all wanted to preserve.
Stark sighed and put his face in his hands. Try as he might, he just couldn't even imagine himself giving a young child to a race of brutal aliens.
"We would need...an army of our own. If any of you have one that you've been hiding from me, by all means, tell me."
For a moment the room was silent. Then, suddenly, Thor looked up. And with a smile on his face he began to chuckle softly.
"Actually...I do have an army."
Thor walked down the halls of his home, staring straight ahead at the large door placed at the end of the corridor. His face was set in a determined way, and his heavy gait moved quickly. But something in him caused his hand to hesitate before opening the door. He was quite aware of his fathers opinion of Loki as of late. For this reason, Thor was deathly afraid that Odin would deny his request.
The thunderer shook his head. There was no time to worry. Whatever minutes the Avengers had were ticking away and were not to be wasted on what might happen.
With that, he flung open the door and strode into the room. The various servants and lords immediately whirled around to face the sudden intruder. All gasped, and upon Odin's order, made a hurried escape around Thor. When all had left, Frigga gave a radiant smile and moved to embrace her son.
"Thor! You're back so soon? I thought you had matters to attend too on Midgard..."
"I still do...which is why I'm here."
Odin, who had been reflecting Frigga's excitement at Thor's return, turned grave. Frigga also gave a hint of wistfullness, but dismissed it immediately and readopted her former smile.
"Speak, my son."
Thor took in a deep breath and moved to face his father, who had remained on his throne.
"Father...the Chitauri have come to Midgard to take Loki. Their army is larger than before, and we do not have SHEILD on our side. We are hopelessly outnumbered. I have come to ask for an army-"
"You are asking me to defend the very criminal that created this war! He who destroyed the Rainbow Bridge, brought the Chitauri out from the dark, he is the very reason that this is all happening! You are asking me to defend my enemy!"
"I am asking you to defend your son!"
"He is not my son! He has never been-"
"SILENCE! Silence! He may not be your son, but he is every bit mine as Thor is! And if you will not take care of him, then I will make your life torture. This is my promise, Husband."
Frigga's outburst caused Odin to turn beet red. Thor, however, found it quite amusing. Never in his youth had his mother had any kind of outburst. She was always the picture of calm grace, of a love that kept the Allfather going when he had lost all hope. Seeing Frigga put the Allfather in his place like a spoiled child was actually quite gratifying in light of his previous statement.
"Ahem...I will give you half of-"
"ODIN!"
A scowl that would have sent anyone else into a fit of terror did nothing more to the immortal queen than make her glare just as fiercely at Odin. Finally, the Allfather sighed and his his face in his hands.
"Just take everyone and leave me in peace."
Loki lay curled up against the arm of the couch, his head nestled in the crack between the back and the arm. Bruce had desperately tried to get through to him, but nothing had worked. The boy remained just as unresponsive.
They were the only two people in the room. Soon after Thor left, he had told everyone to leave so that he could try and help. But half an hour passed and nothing happened. Defeated and emotionally exhausted, he plopped down at the opposite end of the couch. With his head in his hands, he tried to think of something. Anything. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. He cringed. Maybe it wouldn't help...but maybe it would. Banner looked around. No one could hear...
"Well...I kindof know how you feel. Not exactly...but a little bit."
He turned red and clenched his hands in his lap. His pulse had begun to race, and he took a deep, slow breath to try and calm himself. No matter how many times he had thought about it, dreamed about it, it still made him angry.
Bruce heard a small creak, and looked over to see a large, wet eye peering from the crack. The doctor gave a small grin and a nervous laugh. Then he continued.
"I...uh...I had a father. He...well...let's just say he wasn't the most caring of individuals. When I was younger, he would take my mom and leave me with this nurse. She...wasn't the best either, actually. But when I got older, I could stay at home more often. And he began to beat my mom and I. He killed her...in the end. It took me a while to recover...and I still think about it sometimes. Still hurts. But it's helped me...I can control the Hulk because of it. Always angry...heh. And no one knows why."
Banner sighed and looked at his clenched fists. He could still remember it exactly. Christmas morning...
Loki slowly sat up, still staying against the back of the couch. He stared warily at the still figure in front of him for a bit. But after a few minutes, he edged closer and poked him gently. Bruce looked up to see a bear being held in front of his face.
"It always helps me...you can borrow it, if you would like."
Bruce gave a small smile, and gently pressed it back towards the boy. Although he genuinely appreciated the gesture, something about a grown man clinging to a stuffed bear just seemed more than a little disturbing.
He was startled by the sudden vibration in his shirt pocket. Through all the excitement, Bruce had completely forgotten about his phone. After taking it out and giving it a quick once over, he groaned and flipped it open. Immediately he was met by the none-too-cheery voice of Nick Fury.
"Banner, what is going on? Why do the aliens want the kid?"
As quickly as he could, Bruce went into an explanation of Loki's time with the Chitauri.
"And you're telling me this now?"
"Eh...sorry...?"
Bruce wasn't entirely sure how to respond. Quite honestly, he had thought someone had told Fury. Or that he already knew, which he had an uncanny knack for doing. Knowing something that the great Nick Fury didn't was an accomplishment indeed.
But his pride was short lived.
"You give him up. You go out there, and you give him up."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. There are civilian lives at risk here, Doctor."
"You really think they're gonna take him and let us go home free? This is the Chitauri, they have no sense of-"
"Give. Him. Up. Now."
Something in Bruce welled up, and a greenish tinge began lacing itsself along his temples.
"No."
"Then I'll send someone to get the job done."
"No."
And he hung up.
I hope you liked it! 8D I actually didn't know that abused!Bruce was canon until I wrote this...O_O It kinda makes me sad...=( ANYWAYS! Thank you, as always, for reading, and I look forward to giving you the next chapter when I can =D Love ya!
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Kaytou-Meter: Because I am an author! BUAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! 8D Here ya go! =3
Dr. Huff-Puff: Aw thank you! =D I'm glad that you liked it ^_^ And yay you're excited! D *score*
septimaluna: Jajaja, si yo se ;D Soy misterioso . . *dundunDUN* And I will explain in the next two chapters ;) If not this one than the next one.
Guest: Well, of course! ;) (writing deages are my favourite X3 I like cutifying characters into cute little fluffballs of cuteness) And haha, it is actually
going to be a deage!Bruce =D Daaaawww, thanks I try XD And thank you! Yes, Loki/Hiddleston's army shall come and rescue him XP
fan girl 666: Thank you =D
Nelapsi: Because we authors are a cruel species ;) (Jk, jk) And haha I know I do too! XD I'm actually tempted to make a plush lil Loki...just so I can
squeesh him with love XP And hehehe cookies X3 And thank you! =D
kisshufan4ever: Aw thank you so much! =D I'm glad you liked it X3
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Anna: HAHAHA! That is a pretty amazing insult XDDDD And quite possibly he deserves it
Guest: Aw, thank you! And as you wish 8D *writes*
Guest: Hm I like it...or maybe 'Intervention'? Or 'Reminisce'? What do you think? =.
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