Thank you to all the reviews so far:
Once again, Oomara13: I did say I was gonna do a Facedesk didn't I... lol, and this one was done subconciously!
Vikishus: Tanks! :p I kinda wish Odin was more like this in the canon material (mostly the movies)
No-MY name's Anonymous: Lol, well? Where's my tray of cookies? :p :p :p :p
LightIsTheKey14: Yes, I do love to torture people, it's my fourth favorite activity :p
Thank you to everyone so far who was reviewed, I LIVE for them! (As I march around the marching field ((a school parking lot!)) I survive the 100 degree heat by thinking of reviews ((Okay, even I'm not that obsessed... but seriously, thank you and continue to Review!))) I'm glad marching season is not disrupting my writing time to badly (yet! Yet people!) But there is a possibility I could finish this story before things get too crazy. However anyone reading Magic Drabbles better watchout, I'ma start back up on that one after this one and that one will have irregular updates. Anyway, Im mega tired as I write this, so please allow for crack in my author's notes :p
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Odin tried to keep himself from feeling too foolish, after all, he'd completely passed by the Midgardian's healing facilities on his way to the other children. He could have saved Loki first and then the others.
After he'd rescued his son and his friends, Odin had sent the Warriors Three and Sif out of the base with a soldier, where they fought valiantly through the bloodbath that still raged outside. The rest turned their sites to locating Loki.
Thor, leaning into his dad as he regained feeling in his limbs, led Odin and his men down a hallway and Odin thrust Gugnir through the large metal door Thor stopped infront of. Thor then effortlessly pulled the door away using the door Gugnir created and the scene was lain out before them.
Jacobs and another man lay on the floor, one on top of the other. A thin, stick-like, pair of legs came out from between them.
"Loki!" Thor cried and ran forward, pushing the other man easily off of his brother. Fury rolled over, grimacing as he was moved. His shoulder pumped blood, making his leather jacket slick with blood. Jacobs coughed as the weight left his body, air reinflating his lungs. His suit and shoulder was stained with Fury's blood, flecks shining on his neck and lower face.
As Thor kneeled down to help his brother, Jacobs snatched his wrist in an iron like grip, wrenching it painfully to the side. Jacobs sat up, sending Loki tumbling to Jacobs knees, nose pressed against the floor. Jacobs twisted Thor's arm and pressed his gun into Thor's temple.
"You!" He cried out in a strangled, enraged voice, "You lost me my power!"
"Let go!" Thor snarled. Odin cried out and rushed forward, but stopped when Jacobs cried out, "Touch me I shoot him!" Thor groaned from the pain of having his arm twisted, Odin tried to keep his hands from trembling, as Gugnir hung inches from Jacobs temple. Fury groaned in pain again, his hand wrapping around his own gun. Loki's face twitched beneath everyone.
Heimdall's visions of Midgard had been as cracked and confusing as they were when Odin left to rescue his sons. But the edges were clearing up, becoming sharper and easier to reconnect with eachother. Frigga stood next to him clutching her hands to her chest and asking Heimdall to tell her everything that was happening. Tears were running down her face, joyous sobs wracking her body as Heimdall told her of Thor's rescue and panic overtaking her face as she was told of Loki and Thor's current predicarment.
Frigga placed a trembling hand on Heimdall's arm as he paused to watch, "Heimdall," She whispered, "Do not be daunted by my tears, tell me what is happening to my family."
"Loki is waking," Heimdall whispered.
Loki's return to conciousness was a slow, confusing, journey. After he'd driven the car past Jacobs in a vain attempt to deal the monstrous man some damage. After that all Loki knew was pain and black. Followed by torturous dreams that had Loki screaming.
At first he thought he was back home in Asgard, taking comfort in the fact that he was once again in his comfortable easy chair near the window where he could read one of his books. The room was warm, light flooding through the windows and making the perfect reading light.
But the room would continue to heat up, and the book would begin to get confusing, translating to some sort of text Loki wouldn't be able to follow. Eventually the book would translate to long, clumsy, lines and blots before being replaced by black scribbles. Loki, tired of turning pages and waiting for something to make sense, puts the book down and stands up, only to leap back into the chair as the stone floor has heated up. Loki's feet are burned.
Loki would look around, to try and find a shadow were he could stand in the hopes the floor there would be cooler. He sees it almost five feet away.
Loki decided to jump.
In doing so he fell short two feet and face planted on the burning stone. He feels his face cook on the stone, and when he gets up he screams in pain for his hands which are now burned. He crawls the extra two feet to the shade where the stone is strangely ice cold. But Loki doesn't care, he finds relief in the cool stone and he sits there, nursing his burning hands before standing up and walking to the door. He looks up and down the halls to see he's still alone and when he runs to the throne hall, he concludes the palace is completely vacated.
In fact, upon looking out the window, Loki wonders if all Asgard is vacated.
Thwu thwu something slides across the stone behind him. Loki turns but sees nothing.
Thwu thwu thwu thwu thwuthwuthwu slides across the floor, getting faster. Loki turns but still sees nothing, but when he turns back around he feels something grab him from behind and thrust him backward.
As he falls the scene changes around him so fast he doesn't even have time to blink. He lands in the electric chair from before, and the straps and buckles do themselves around his wrists, ankles, and head where he feels electricity zap through him before he sees Thor before him.
"Brother!" Loki cries out but Thor turns away, walking out the door, "THOR!"
And then Jacobs is before him, laughing at him and poking a small knife into him whenever he gets close as he paces before the screaming boy.
Eventually Loki is beyond hoping for rescue and only wishes for everything to stop, and it does. The chair, the room, Jacobs, it all disapears. It was all black and cold. Loki was probably more scared now, not sure what to do or where he was.
A sharp crack resounded all around him, filling his ears and making him wince.
Then he felt pressure applied to his whole body, making him fall to the cold floor he couldn't see. There was something uncomfortable across his back.
"Loki!" Thor's voice came from nowhere, and Loki wanted to cry out but his throat was working against him. Loki was begining to feel groggy, like the blackness around him was invading his vision. His eyelids were getting heavy and eventually he couldn't stop them from closing. Suddenelly he heard Jacobs, he couldn't tell what he was saying, but he could tell it was that monster. Thor's voice said something too, but Loki couldn't translate that either. Loki's nose was cold, and he could feel something pressing against it.
He cracked his eyes open a sliver, and saw the cold metal of the floor staring back up at him. Out of the corner of one eye he could see a leg and a foot laid out infront of him. That was what was probably against his forehead.
"Father!" Thor cried and Loki took note of the traces of fear in his brother's voice, where was he?
"I won't stop until every last one of you vermin can't threaten me again!" Jacobs hissed from somewhere. Loki felt rage in the pit of his stomach, was Jacobs threatening his brother? Where was Thor?
"Listen now demon," An old, grave voice said, and despite it's tone Loki was filled with warmth and security, "Touch my children again and I will destroy you. I will send you to Niffleheim and I myself will visit the realm to ensure your treatment there mirrors your actions. Monsters like you-"
"Monsters like me do not exist foul demon, for I am not a monster, I am the most powerful man in the world and I will destroy you! Your not going to threaten me again, no, never again!" Loki was troubled by this decleration, for Jacobs sounded more unhinged than ever before. Loki held himself still, not wanting to move until the oppurtune moment when he could be of help to his brother and father.
"Father save Loki first, I can handle Jacobs until then!" Thor sounded desperate and Loki wondered just how bad of a position he himself was in.
This must be Jacobs' leg. Loki thought opening his eyes again. If he really strained he could just see the top of his brothers head over Jacobs pant leg.
Loki heard movement behind him and then a hard thwack as Jacobs hit him in the back.
"This monster will be the first to go!" The arm rested on Loki's back where he'd hit him. Then it disapeared and Loki felt something poking his back.
"NO!" Thor screamed and Loki thought he sensed movement behind him, his father.
"I will be the most powerful man in the world agian." Jacobs tittered. The gun was postioned were the heart should be on a normal human, poking into the material of the monster's clothes. Jacobs could see it, his ticket back to power and security. But through his own crazy haze, he felt a twinge of guilt of killing one so young, and while they were unconsiouce no less!
But that didn't stop him from pulling the trigger.
Knowing there wouldn't be another moment for him after this if he didn't act, Loki turned as fast as he could. He grabbed the arm that had been pushed upward, a fierce pain in his left forearm. Jacobs, a look of surprise on his face, snarled savegely at him. Loki twitched in fear. There was a moment of complete silence where all stared at either Jacobs or Loki.
Then Jacobs acted and released Thor from his other hand to lunge at Loki. The mistake was obvious here as Thor grabbed Jacobs' arm and pulled it back. Jacobs whined and screamed like a small child. Thor pulled the arm taught, so Jacobs couldn't move and Odin strode slowly foreward, placing Gungnir beneath Jacobs chin.
"Die foul beast." Odin whispered. Jacobs body began to pulse with electricity and he was screaming shrilly. Thor averted his eyes as not to witness the scene, but Loki, being in the position he was, was forced to watch. He couldn't help but scream as he watched the man his father punished. Jacobs, in the chaos that was his own execution, focused on this and used his last moments to make at least one suffer one last time. He forced his arm down, so hard Loki's was twisted trying to keep a grip on it. It lowered on Loki's neck, closing his windpipe. The electricity warmed Loki's neck, being in such close contact with Jacobs' flesh. Loki kicked and gasped, looking to his father for help.
BANG!
The shot rang through the air, silencing everything else around it. Loki, through the tears in his eyes from the struggle to breath, watched Jacobs jerk his head sharply backward and then plummet to the ground, the electricity leaving his body as he landed. Thor let go of his arm, and after a moment of stunned paralysis, Loki lifted his other arm from his neck. Odin stood there, shaken and relieved that it was over. He looked down to see a dark skinned man in a bloody leather jacket. He was lowering a gun, a stone look on his face.
Fury didn't want to shoot Jacobs, but the electricution just wasn't fast enough. He continued to tell himself that, and pretend it wasn't the savage urge he'd felt to finish Jacobs off himself that he'd been fighting for so long.
Thor paid no attention to the corpse and instead rushed over to his brother, who was fighting the slow stream of tears falling down his face. He helped Loki sit up, and Odin could see both boys were trembeling. He kneeled down and looked his youngest in the face, smiling warmly.
"It's okay." He whispered and Loki released the strangled cry he'd been fighting back as he threw his arms around his father's neck. Odin placed a caring hand on his back, beckoning to Thor who he wrapped in his other arm.
"Father I'm so sorry." Loki whimpered into his father's shoulder, "I shouldn't have shielded us from Heimdall, I should have talked Thor out of coming."
"Shh, shh, it's alright." Odin whispered.
There was an awkward cough above them. Fury leaned on the bed frame he'd climbed up, ignoring the screaming of the muscles in his shoulder.
"If you'll come with me," He said, "I'll escort you out of the base." Odin tightened the grip on his children. He'd forgotten there was another one of them in here. Thor leaned up to his father's ear.
"He's allright father, we would have perished long ago if it wasn't for him." Odin nodded but did not remove his eyes from Fury as he let go of Thor who stood up. Thor then helped Loki up and when the small boy almost toppled over again, Thor supported him while Odin stood up. Odin then lifted the small boy into his arms and Thor walked over to help Fury.
Together the four made their way out of the room, meanwhile Jacobs body grew cold, the last lights of life extinguishing from his eyes. The last drops of blood pooling beneath his head as Fury leaned over to snap off the light, leaving the corpse in the cold darkness.
Like a tomb.