Author's Note: I'm really excited about part two! Loki is such a complex and (I think) sympathetic character. There's a lot more to him than just being a super villain. I hope I do his character justice. This whole part two is my own little plot, and I did take a bit of creative license. I wanted to fill in that year between Thor and The Avengers and play around with some ideas. I really hope you enjoy! Thank you as always for your support! Feel free to leave a comment!
Part Two: The Trickster
Prologue – May 1, 2012
The darkness had been absolute at first. He'd felt it rip at him like a double-edged sword, trying to tear him apart. But he had survived. He felt as if every fiber within him was raw and wounded, but then the darkness ended, and he found himself in a place he'd never been before. In that place he found a knowledge that opened his eyes to many things. He saw the universe for what it was, saw what it could be. And he plotted. The creatures that lived there pledged their allegiance to him if he could retrieve an object for them. One simple object that had once belonged to his father. It made him laugh to realize that it had been hiding with the humans all this time. The weak humans who fought amongst each other everyday pretending like it was freedom they were fighting for. What they needed was a real leader, someone who could show them the way. Someone who could take away that freedom that drove them to kill each other and give them something more. He would be that leader.
His own throne had been stripped away from him. He'd been shunned by his father after everything he had done to prove himself. Cast away from his home to be a nothing. He had no home now. No family. Only empty bitterness and an insatiable desire for retribution. He would have his throne even if he had to conquer the world to take it. He would prove his brother and his father wrong. He would rule these people who floundered around with no concept of how to handle freewill.
Everything was in place now. He had control over someone working close to the object he was set to retrieve. He would come to claim it when the time was right. He had nearly stumbled once on his first visit Midgard when he had come there unexpectedly. He had somehow become the vulnerable one, the tricked instead of the trickster. He had put that behind him now though. He would not make that same mistake again. He would not let a single human be his downfall.
It wasn't that easy though and he knew it. What had happened down on Midgard during that time was something that he couldn't think about without feeling a small twinge of emotion. He despised that little bit of emotion. Hated it with every fiber in him. It was weakness. It was human. He refused to ever feel that way again.
He heard someone approaching behind him and tensed. A golden scepter with a glowing blue orb at the top was handed to him. He took it, feeling the power thrumming within. A deep voice spoke. "The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power... But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow. The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?"
He clenched the scepter. The blue orb within glowed brightly, pulsing with an energy waiting to be discharged. This time Earth would not hold so many surprises for him. This time he would be ready.