Fandom: Marvel Movies
Movie: The Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki
Rating/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 387
Fury
They'd always underestimated him.
He'd seen that look on their faces when he'd fallen into the void. And although their grief had been gratifying on some level, it had also been an insult. Poor Loki, a feeble shadow compared with his glorious brother. How could he be expected to survive a headlong plummet through space?
Oh, but he had. Not that they'd bothered to look for him. Only Frigga had done that, as he'd known she would.
"It's not a good time to talk," he'd told her when she'd come to him in an illusion. Regrettable, but one day soon, she'd understand. As for Odin and Thor? Hang them both. Gone were the days of longing for their approval, forever hungering for a place of importance in their world. What was Asgard anyway? Just one realm, far more insignificant than he'd ever realized in the grand scheme of the universe.
Indeed, he could no longer regret his past failures. How else could he have found his way to this place? True, it was cold, barren, nowhere he'd like to stay for long. But it was also where he'd discovered the Chitauri, a legion of allies who'd soon be his to command.
That had been promised to him by The Other, a mighty army in exchange for the relic he'd agreed to retrieve from Midgard. He had only to deliver the Tesseract, a magnificent source of power which lent its strength to the mighty scepter he'd been gifted to help further his ends.
Soon enough, Loki would claim his place as the ruler of Midgard, a corrupted planet which knew nothing but warfare and bloodshed. Humanity would be under his control, finding him the soul of benevolence as long as they bent to his authority. He'd be their king, their peacemaker, their god… then and only then, Odin would see what he was truly capable of. Yes, and no doubt the old king would regret elevating the feebleminded Thor above the adopted son who'd proven himself a far better leader than his firstborn could ever hope to be.
Oh yes, the reckoning was at hand, the taste of triumph already sweet on Loki's tongue. This was his birthright, his destiny, his glorious purpose…
And this time? Oh, this time he would not fail.