Sup guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but life has been really shitty lately and I have had literally no motivation. Hopefully it should be better from now on, but if not I'm sorry in advance. Anyway, here is the next chapter. Enjoy!
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It was a week since my encounter with Hela, and I was sitting in my room in the Avengers Tower. I was wearing black skinny jeans and a green T-shirt. My face was hidden in the shadow the oversized hood of my black hoody. My green eyes were fixed on a spot on the floor.
I had decorated my room in the Tower to fit my moods. The walls were all black, with an electric green carpet. There was a black shaggy rug in the centre of the room. The bed was black, with green pillows, and the furniture was all black. I had sets of draws made from black wood, with my weapons laid out on the top. My wardrobe was black, with green sliding doors. My green laptop was resting on my bed, but other than that there were none of my possessions on show. In the mortal world I only owned what I needed, and I found their internet technology quite useful. Probably the only thing they had ever done good in their miserable existence.
The walls were covered in runes that were scrawled in a neon green pen, old Norse runes and Demonic runes and anything else that came into my head. The result was an air so thick with the scent of magic that it gave Loki a headache whenever he came in. The mortals, however, were oblivious to the power emanating from the walls. It hurt me too at first, but is grew used to it. The runes were mostly ones of power and evil and strength, though some were of protection and some were pure rage.
Ever since I figured out what Hela wanted from me, I had locked myself away in my room and refused to do anything. I was trying to figure out a way to get out of what she wanted me to do, but so far I hadn't come up with any brilliant ideas. I hadn't told anyone about what had happened, not even Loki. Hela's words ran through my head, haunting me.
"If you betray me, I have the power to destroy you."
"The Liesmith is alive and on Midgard."
"Loki is the one thing that Thanos wants."
"Use this to our advantage."
The truth was, as much as I hated to admit it, I feared Hela. She really did have the power to destroy everything I know and love, and then me myself. She had armies, a whole realm behind her. And she was pretty powerful herself. If I didn't go through with her plans, I know she would torture me. She would torture me indefinitely, then kill me moments before Ragnarok. And I would be powerless to stop her. No matter how powerful I may be, no matter how much I embrace my Demon side, I would still be no match for the Queen of the Dead and her armies. I had to follow through with my part of the plan, if I wanted to live.
The Avengers assumed that this was my normal behaviour, not coming out of my room for anything. I hadn't moved in a whole week, after all. I didn't need food or sleep. Thor knew better, that there was something wrong, but he hated me too much to care. Loki was worried, but he wouldn't show it, and he knew better than to interfere.
I don't know what I would do if anyone interfered right now.
Hela wants to hand Loki to Thanos, so that she can kill Thanos. But Thanos will kill or torture Loki before Hela gets a chance. And she knows this. And she still wants me to be a part of it. I can't not help her, or she will destroy me and then probably Loki as well.
I can weaken the Avengers and let her into Midgard, no problem. It would be my pleasure.
But she is not getting her hands on Loki. Not after I just got him back.
During my week or so of plotting, I had only come up with three ways out of the mess I was in. None of them were particularly pleasant, or very likely to work. But they were all I had.
Number One: I go through with Hela's plan, and let her take Midgard and Loki. Then I help her kill Thanos and live the rest of my life hating myself and in hiding.
Bonuses - I would still be alive. Thanos would be dead. I would still have Hela as an ally. It would show the universe just how powerful I actually was.
Negatives - Loki would be dead. It would be my fault. I would still live in hiding.
Number Two: I tell Loki what Hela said, and see what he chooses to do.
Bonuses - I wouldn't have to figure it out myself. It wouldn't be me betraying Hela. I could persuade him to run. It would be easy.
Negatives - Loki would probably go through with it. I would lose him. Hela would know that I hadn't done as she'd asked. She would kill me.
Number Three: I ask Thor for help.
Bonuses - He would know what to do. He is powerful. He could get the Avengers on my side. They could defeat Hela's army, then her plans would be ruined, and it wouldn't technically be my fault. I could hide Loki, and he would live. I would live.
Negatives - Thor. Thor. THOR. Thor. Thor. Thor's face. Thor's stupid voice. Thor and his fucking hammer. Thor. Thor. Thor. Thor would never help me. Thor would claim I had betrayed him. Thor would tell Loki. Thor would rather let me die than help me. Thor hates me. I hate Thor. Thor smells like a bilgsnipe. The negatives go on forever, really.
Mulling over my options in my head, I come to one conclusion.
I fucked up. Big time.
There was no way of getting out of the mess I was in unscathed, without there being repercussions. Hela knew that I cared about little in this universe, but what I do care about I care about so much I would die for them.
Those things were Power and Loki.
Loki was all I had on Asgard, then I failed him by leaving him after I found out what I was. I thought he was dead for so long, and when I finally realised he was alive he was being shipped back to Asgard. He was my only friend, the only one who understood me, my battle partner. I am bound to him by oaths, just as I am bound to Hela. I had failed Loki too much already, I wasn't just going to let him die a week after I had finally gotten him back.
Not that I'd talked to him all week anyway, but still. At least he was safe. And alive.
So no, I would not be going through with my first plan. I was not going to hand Loki over to Hela just so he could be tortured and killed by Thanos. I can't do that. Not even to save myself.
That left telling Loki or asking Thor for help. I would rather dive head first into one of Muspelheim's volcanoes than ask Thor for anything.
But I know Loki. I know that he is still filled with self hatred because of his heritage. He would go through with the plan, sacrifice himself, as long as Thanos died because of it. He would enjoy it. But I can't let him do that.
But that is selfishness on my part. He has a right to choose for himself. It's his life. I can't control him, no one can.
But if there was another way...
I stood from my position on the bed, the first time I had moved in a week. My muscles creaked and popped, but I ignored it and headed to the door to my room. Taking a deep breath, I opened it and stepped out into the hallway for the first time.
I had made up my mind.
I walked down the hallway, determination in my eyes, until I came to the place where both Thor's and Loki's doors were. I stood between them, taking deep breaths and trying to calm my heartbeat. Thor's door was slightly open, with the faint smell of Poptarts wafting through the gap. Loki's door was sealed closed, locked my spells, and the smell of books and magic emanated from the gap below the door. There was no doubt that they were both in their rooms.
I took a deep breath. I have to go through with this. It's the only way. Its too late to turn back now, I told myself, I have decided what I'm going to do, so I'm going to do it. No matter the consequences.
I chose a door, and raised my shaking hand to knock on it.
What's the matter? Scared? Since when were you so weak? The voice in my head taunted. I pushed it down. Shut up. This is the best for everyone. I'm making the right decision for once in my life.
Burying the urge to run back to my room or kill some innocent civilians, I opened the door and stepped inside.
No going back now, bitch.
Oooooh, it's finally getting better! Next chapter should be more action and plot stuff. There hasn't really been much of that in this story so far. Which is funny cos this is like chapter eleven or something.
Whatever, so please review and stuff if you want. I really do appreciate the reviews and faves and follows that I get. Let me know what you think!
(Any mistakes or typos are because I'm literally writing and uploading this while I'm half asleep. My sleep schedule is screwed up.)