Glass Box
(An Avengers not-quite- Loki/reader insert Fanfic)
Chapter Eleven: Room 13
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A tear fell down Loki's cheek. He had left her. Loki read the small blue pocket diary for solace.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Maria has been persuaded by S.H.I.E.L.D. to go away from me; perhaps rightfully so. Although I feel a sense of entitlement towards the girl, perhaps she is too good for me. It pains me to write these words. I can only hope that my trial ends well- I regret all the events that led me to meet her. In the words of a Midguardian song, I once was blind, but now I see.
Loki closed the book.
"What does it mean? What does it all mean?" he shouted, his voice echoing against the clear walls of his chamber.
…
(May 30, 2015: 4 Years Later)
Maria walked out of the bar a few blocks away. The cold, metallic weapon bruised her left shoulder.
"Give me your money!" a man's voice commanded.
Maria dropped her purse and ran. She felt a bullet pierce through her skin. Crimson liquid flowed through her blue t-shirt. She put her hand to her heart, trying to save herself.
"I was going to solve crimes…I was going to get married…I…" she said.
"Maria!" Loki called.
Her brown eyes widened.
"Loki…what are you doing here?" She asked.
"I am here to save you."
"It's too late, Loki. I'm sorry." Maria said, kneeling over in pain.
Loki flipped in his diary to the current date.
If for some reason you forgot to give her a Golden Apple, feed her this. It said in red. An apple skin was taped to the page.
"Eat this apple skin! Quick!"
"What will that do?" she asked, confused.
"Just do it!" he commanded.
Maria ate it, although it wasn't much.
He held her hand. Maria looked into his sad eyes, on the verge of tears. Rain fell from the sky above them.
"You are, and always have been, my true love." She said sincerely.
"I will always wait for you, my Sigyn." Loki vowed. He smoothed her hair with his other hand.
The warmth vanished from her already cold hands, and her pink cheeks faded a pale color. Loki cried over her forehead and kissed her. He closed her eyes. Anger, all at once, made him vengeful. His eyes flickered to where the thief ran off to- Armada Pole Inn. He ran across the wet, desolate road, past a music store marked Alderman Piano. His eyebrows furrowed, holding a green staff in hand. He followed the thin-built man covered entirely in black into the inn. From the lobby's key holder, he could tell that only one room had the key empty- room 13. A terrifying scream emitted from the room once he had broken in, which the teenaged desk host could not hear from his iPod headphones.
"Because of you, there is no light in my heart!" the demigod screamed at the man.
…
( Three Days Earlier)
"Darian Pamelon…"
The slender, olive-skinned man bowed.
"You are the best of your kind, are you not?"
"I like to think so, Father." He said humbly.
The Allfather chuckled.
"You do know why I brought you here, don't you?" He asked.
The man looked around.
"To do what I am paid to do…secret business of some sort, you wrote me."
The Allfather tossed him a golden coin.
"There's much more where that came from, if you help me."
"With what?" Darian looked at the coin with a passionate hunger.
"Kill Maria Pond…Go back in time when she was a mere mortal while on Midguard."
Darian looked up at him with a shocked expression.
"Your wife and children will never go hungry again. You don't want them to starve, do you?" He asked.
Darian's eyes watered.
"Do you?" He demanded.
"No, Father. I…will do as you ask."
"Good." He tossed him a Midguardian weapon.
"Take her purse. Make it look like you are a thief." He commanded.
He hesitated.
"Do not disobey your Father! Now, go! Are you really as weak as Lady Idunna? And as cowardly? Faithless? Go!"
He saluted.
"Thy will be done."
…
Darian ran through the woods to his wife, who was finishing plowing the fields as the sun went down.
"Diana! I have news!"
The middle-aged woman ran to greet him.
"What did he say? Will he help us? I haven't seen a turnip since last spring…"
"He…will help us. I…will have to go away for a few days." He said.
"Where to?"
"Midguard."
She put her hand to her mouth.
"You can't go there! It's dangerous! They have cars that are out of control! Hitting cats! Energy that can kill! Why are you going there, anyways?"
"I have to…kill someone."
"Kill someone! Darian… you are not an assassin! Who?" Diana asked curiously.
"That's confidential."
Darian and Diana walked past the door into their small cottage house.
"I hope you know what you're doing." Diana said.
"I do too, Diana." He handed her the coin.
"Go to the market. Sell the goats. Buy bread. It will give us food for a week." He said.
Darian passed by his sleeping, sandy-haired son.
"Theo." He kissed him on the forehead.
He rocked the toddler girl, who had just walked in, to sleep on his knee.
"Goodnight, Leona."
