Ancient History 9

Onesmartcookie78

A/N: I am so, so very late. And also so, so very sorry. I kinda put this story on the back burner and forgot about it... hopefully it isn't burnt to a crisp TT_TT

Anyway, after I finish the Avengers cross-over arc, I will post the bonus chapter. Feel free to keep voting.

Also, the majority of you lot asked for Loki, so hopefully this delivers...

Summary: Victoria Bishop's mutation is much more of a curse, but its power is the reason she's in this mess to begin with. If only Charles and Erik hadn't tried to recruit her; if only Charles hadn't remembered her decades later; and if only she didn't love Logan. Things would be so much easier. Romance, action, war, jealousy, psychological damage, broken memories... Logan/OC, X-Men.

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men (although I really wish I owned at least Wolverine), only Victoria and any other OCs mentioned.

"It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else."

― David Levithan and John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

"No need," a British-accented voice filled the room, robotic monotone slightly tinny to the ear. "Sir, Director Fury is on the line for you."

I had almost expected Stark to throw a hissy fit based on the expression he'd had when Steve had begun talking about this 'Fury', and so was impressed when all he did was tell the AI to "patch Fury in".

One of the many televisions in the room lit up as a dark-skinned bloke with an eye patch wearing too much leather (I think I'll call him 'Kinky') popped up on the display. "We have a mission for you – who the fuck are they?"

Instantly, I knew this was going to end horribly.

Stark-Raving Mad was all over Fury in a heartbeat. "You mean you don't know? It was buried, but you're the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D." He muttered something to himself under his breath, dashing to a computer and hurriedly mashing the keyboard. I wondered if he was doing it for show, or if he was actually being useful; it looked rather like he was typing up nonsense. And then he proclaimed: "By the way, guys, I was right. I knew I was right, but you guys didn't believe me. But I was! How does that feel? I called it. Government conspiracy. Joke's on you!"

We all regarded him with varying degrees of disapproval, and Steve's was only rivaled by Fury's.

"What are you babbling on about now, Stark?" growled Fury. He was no longer looking at Logan and I.

The two of us exchanged glances, undoubtedly wondering the same thing: is it possible to escape now, when they're all not paying attention?

Logan nodded at me. He thought it was.

Silently, we began creeping towards the door.

"These two, are mutants," Stark threw us under the metaphorical bus right when my hand brushed the door knob. He turned to face us. "Right, Dead G– hey! Are you trying to leave?"

"Yes." Logan deadpanned. His features had shifted into something undeniably feral.

Stark didn't visibly flinch. "Okay then." But he did concede. And that was proof enough.

"Look, Director, I'm sure that Stark is just mistaken," Steve said persuasively, clapping the younger man on the shoulder with enough force to make Stark buckle a bit. "He kidnapped these poor people and made up this whole conspiracy about them being mutants just to mess with all of us. You know how he is. It's just a story. So how about we all forget about this and–"

"Stop touching me. I don't like being touched. Dead Girl, tell him I don't like being touched. RAPE, RAPEEEEE!"

"Tony, if you want anyone to take you seriously, you have to be serious," Banner said firmly. His tone was placating. "But Steve is right, Director Fury, this is probably a misunderstanding. Let's just–"

"I don't care what it is! You let two strangers into one of the most secure buildings in the world, have continually breached S.H.I.E.L.D.s security, and are telling tall tales... The worst part is that I'm willing to forgive all of that right now, because we have an emergency!" Fury shouted. Really living up to his name. Huh.

Steve was all business. "What's happening?"

"Thor just told me that he and Loki are coming back," Fury hissed.

Loki?

The Norse god of lies and mischief?

And Thor?

The Norse god of thunder, lightning, and the protector of mankind?

If they wanted to get rid of Logan and I, they need but ask. We would happily leave rather than listen to their lies...

"Why would Point Break bring Reindeer Games back? Especially considering I just found out about the mutants," mused Stark. his expression was surprisingly thoughtful for a man so vain. "The conspiracy deepens!" His tone was too bright for what he was suggesting.

"Right..." I said. "Well, as fun as this all has been, Logan and I are going to–"

"I told you that if you listened to me, we would find our way to the exact location. I know you like taking the long route, as it allows you to see your Midgardian woman, but this is so much more efficient, brother," said an accented voice. The emphasis on their relationship was mocking and bitter, a parody of affection.

Stark, Steve, Bruce, Logan and I all turned around to see a man with long, greasy black hair smirking at at taller man with a scruffy beard and blonde hair.

"Remain silent, Loki, you are still but a prisoner," the blonde commanded. Huh. I guess he was supposed to be Thor.

"He just appeared," Logan informed me out of the corner of his mouth, leaning in close to hiss the words in my ear. "I didn't hear them approaching. It's like they teleported."

I frowned.

This doesn't make any sense...

"Hey, Point Break, long time no see. And you, Reindeer Games. Hope you're not here to try and conquer the planet again. We'd just kick your arse back to jail," said Stark cheerfully. He turned back to Fury. "So, why are they here, exactly?"

"Ask the two of them yourself," said Fury, and he promptly cut the line. How rude.

"Ragnarök approaches," said Thor. "It ails me to ask this of you, but we must receive all the help that we can, even if that entails relying on Midgardians."

"It is not as though it does not affect them, as well," Loki said with an eye roll. "Although, it does mean that they will die for you, brother. How does that feel?"

In response, Thor punched him in the stomach.

Loki must have found out that he was adopted and thrown a hissy fit... a hell of a big one if he was in prison. Or, he'd pranked the wrong person. His character in mythology was known to be cruelly mischievous at times.

"Umm, can someone please explain what 'Ragnarök' means?" asked Steve, naively raising his hand like a child in class.

"'Ragnarök' is the day when the world ends. Think of it like the end of the Mayan calendar in 2012," I said. When Steve's gaze became even more confused, I wondered what rock he'd been hiding under to miss all the drama about the end of the world. "Y2K?" I asked. No clarity. "Basically, it's the end of the world; the final battle between the Æsir and the Jötunn."

All eyes in the room shifted to me. I scoffed. "Just because I'm a scientist, doesn't mean I don't read mythology in my free time. Ask me any question about Greek mythology. Go on."

"Is that–?" asked Thor, his brow furrowed as he looked at me. He took a step forwards.

So did Logan.

I held my ground.

"I believe so, brother," agreed Loki, smirking at me. "A little lost Valkyrie, so far from home."

Now it was my turn to look confused.

A Valkyrie? Me?

Logically, if one believed in Norse mythology, it made sense; I went to battle, and I killed people. However, I did so literally, whereas Valkyries only marked who was meant to die. They didn't actually kill people. However, I was also immortal, like a Valkyrie...

No, it didn't make sense. I had mutated genes. My affliction could be described through science, not fantasy, not myth.

"Which Valkyrie do you think she is?" asked Loki. "I suppose we could ask Brünnehild..."

Thor shook his head. "No, I think I know this Valkyrie. You are called Sigrún, are you not?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked with the same degree of incredulity I might have used if Mary Jane suddenly declared we were best mates. "I'm Victoria. And I'm a mutant, not a Valkyrie!"

But Loki just nodded his head knowingly. "I suppose that would make sense. Sigrún was known for drawing runes of victory at the scene of the battle. A clever name to disguise your true one, yet not far off from the original."

"I'm not a Valkyrie!" I shouted.

"Your secret's safe with me!" Stark called out. His voice promised later blackmail with the information.

"What's a Valkyrie?" asked Steve.

"I don't know, Old Man. You've got some years on me; why don't you tell me?"

"Guys, can you be a bit more quiet? The Other Guy doesn't like the shouting..."

"Be silent, Loki. Do not pester the Valkyrie. Our fate is sealed; now that we have seen her before battle, we are doomed for death."

"This Valkyrie is clearly manipulating the Midgardians to do as she wills, brother. I wish to speak to her further and learn her ways. Perhaps she assist me in –"

"What did I say about planning on taking over the world, Reindeer Games? And Dead Girl and Goliath are on our side!"

"Stark! You don't have on your armour! Stop fighting! You can't take down Loki like this!"

"Let me go, Capsicle! I screamed 'rape' once! I'll do it again!"

"How funny, brother. Your Midgardian pets believe they can defeat me a second time. Only the beast that makes play he is a man was able to beat me in battle, and he is far too afraid of his real self to shift and fight me again."

"Loki, did I not request that you be silent?"

"RAPE! HELP, DOCTOR, I'M BEING RAPED! Isn't this technically pedophilia?"

"The Other Guy doesn't take well to being taunted. I'm starting to lose control!"

"I was silenced for so long in prison, brother. What makes you think I have want to remain so now, when I can speak so freely?"

"Haha! Nice punch, Point Break! Right in the gut!"

"Brother, I am meant to be under your care while on Midgard? What would father say?"

"HULK SMASH!"

I quietly shut the door behind Logan and I just as Bruce Banner's clothes started to rip, his muscles bulging and turning green.

"Let's just forget any of that happened," I said to Logan as we exited the building.

Logan looked at me strangely, as though I was mad for thinking he would do anything else. "Fine."