Thor Odinson
"Hello brother." the man in gold sneered,
"Loki." I growled, pushing Jane behind me.
"Oh there's no need for that. I came to be civilized, and speak with the supposed great hero. Perseus Jackson." He said, smirking.
After we had returned to Asgard, Loki was put on trial, and after two years of solitary confinement, he was set free.
"Perseus Jackson is a cold-hearted bastard. Go home and tell the All-Father that." I said, and Loki smirked,
"Then we'll have much in common." he said, and walked towards the Avengers Tower. I ran with Jane back to the building, to alert the others of Loki's presence.
He was there before we were. Loki seemed to be searching for Percy, and spoke very politely.
Was it possible he only wanted to talk?
Loki Laufeyson
If the tales were true, Perseus Jackson was indeed, a great hero. He was said to have defeated the Titan Army with only about sixty warriors. I only wished to speak with him.
The others were wary of me when they called the man of iron, and told him to bring Perseus.
I expected the tall, powerful, and menacing warlord depicted in paintings. What I received was close, but a very different image.
Perseus was indeed tall. He had the god-like looks, powerful aura, and strong body. But his eyes held sorrow, he had a crease between his eyebrows, signs of extreme worry. It was clear that this was the general who lead the Greeks to victory, and it was also clear that this general had suffered many losses.
"Perseus son of Jack, it is an honor to be in the same room as you." I said, and I meant it. I was never one to put someone above me, but Perseus Jackson was too great of a person to be ignored. I could tell the dimwits were shocked at my display, but Perseus stood his ground,
"Thank you, and it's Jackson. Twenty-first century here. Why did you come?" his voice was full of sorrow, but had a commanding tone to it.
"Why, I wished to speak with you myself." I said, and he sat down on a chair. "How did you do it? The Titan War? You only had sixty people." I said,
"Yeah. We managed it somehow." He replied, I nodded. At this rate, the conversation would go very slowly.
"Perseus-"
"Percy. Perseus is my formal name." he said, and leaned forward,
"What's the Norse Lord of Mischief doing here on Earth?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I wish to speak. Perhaps you have spoken to the gods lately?" Percy shook his head,
"I've been avoiding any memories of..."
"Ah, Miss Chase." I said, "I offer my deepest condolences. She was a hero, and will remain one." Percy smiled,
"Yeah. Loki? What made you want to take over the world?" He asked, and I was surprised,
"I-I was jealous of my brother. He received Asgard, so I thought I would take over Earth." He nodded, seemingly taking in the information.
"You seem like a cool guy. Just don't let that coolness get to your horns. I can see it's already in your head."
"I see. Well, I must be going back. It was truly an honor meeting you, young hero. I may be back another time." I said, feeling content.
"Yeah man. I mean, you're pretty badass yourself." He said,
I then disappeared, and arrived in the All-Father's drawing room,
"He is indeed a great man. But grief has stricken even the strongest of hearts." I said.
"It is very sad to see one's love taken from them. Loki, your mother misses you, I miss you. Please, come home, son."
"I am no son of yours." I said, and stormed out of the hall.
Perseus Jackson
Simple mindedness. It was a state of being where you didn't give a crap about what happened, or was going to happen. I wanted to achieve that, but I couldn't. Things like that are easier said than done.
So, I decided to actually get help. Like, seriously.
Bruce went from super geeky scientist to head trauma kid's therapist. I got to sit in one of those long comfy chairs and spill my life secrets. I ended up putting both of us to sleep.
Thor's undeniable hatred towards me simmered down into a mild dislike. Clint and Natasha trained me. They drilled me every day, and made it so it hurt to think. I usually was out like a rock.
That's when I started thinking that things were going to get better. Boy was I wrong.
I was at a horrible crossroads. Now that I had started trying to get my life back on track, she started appearing less and less in my dreams.
I could continue my help sessions and have horrible nightmares, but be happy during the day. Or I could stop, and see her every night, but still be depressed. Being a selfish bastard, I chose the one with her.
Trying to test my self restraint, I walked into my bathroom, and fought the urge to break the mirror. I held my ground, and looked at myself. I looked terrible.
My hair was clean, but messy. I had a frown forever etched in my eyebrows, and my eyes were dead. They still swirled, and changed, but not they seemed just dead.
A pain shot through my head, and I nearly fell over.
"No." I growled, and looked again. This time I did fall over, and an excruciating headache formed in my head. Curling into the fetal position, I endured the pain, not making a sound. Her voice filled my ears
"I'm scared Percy. It hurts. Help me! Why won't you help me?! You're the reason I died! If you had been paying attention, I would be here!" Her voice echoed, and sounded distorted.
I stayed silent, and held my head. Slowly standing up, I clutched the sink and emptied my stomach. Wiping my mouth, I slammed my fist into the mirror, and shattered it. So much for that.
Why was I such a failure? I couldn't do anything right.
I went out for a walk to clear my thoughts. I knew I always tried to please others. It was a mental thing, and I didn't know why.
I never wanted anyone else to feel the way I had, so I made then happy. I guess I wanted some of their happiness to rub on me.
I walked by a homeless man. His cardboard sign said,
My apartment was destroyed in the freak storm of August 8th.
I stopped, that was the day Kronos came to New York. I had caused this man's state of being. I quickly walked back to him, and opened my wallet. He smiled up at me,
"Just a bit of spare change, or a dollar will do sir." He said, and my hands started to shake ever so slightly. I fished four, hundred dollar bills out and handed them to him.
"I'm so sorry about your apartment." I said, he looked at the bills in disbelief.
"No, I couldn't. This is your mon-" I shook my head,
"It's not mine. It's yours." I said and he smiled,
"Thank you, and God bless." He said, and tipped his ragged hat.
I swallowed, and smiled,
"Have a nice day, sir." I said, and I walked back towards STARK Towers. My hands were shaking and I couldn't control it. I did a good deed, so why did I feel so wretched on the inside?
~'~'~'~
I walked into the living room and threw my jacket on a couch. Tony was setting six pizza boxes on the glass table that was already overflowing with chips, dip, cookies, and drinks.
"What's going on here?" I asked, and he looked up,
"Oh good, you're here. It's Sunday, and Sunday means Game of Thrones night. The crew will be here in a few." He said, and started mumbling about weight distribution. I watched as he made a colossal mini STARK Towers with two-liters at the bottom, Chips Ahoy in the middle, and the pizza boxes as the little jutting out terrace.
I whistled,
"I wish I had brains like yours."
"Everyone does, but there is one of me, and seven billion in the world. I'm amazing." He said, studying his work.
"I'm pretty sure I'm slightly more amazing than you, old man." I said grinning. He looked up,
"Old man? Low blow, but I'm sure I know much more about the world than you. After all, I have been here longer." he messed with his goatee.
"I'm still awesomer than you. You can ask anyone, ask JARVIS!" I countered, and we both yelled out,
"JARVIS!"
"Yes, sirs?" I nodded at Tony,
"Um, who's awesomer? Me, or Percy?" He asked,
"I'm sorry, but my system does not allow me to be biased, but if I could, I would say, Mr. Jackson." His cool voice affirmed. Tony bristled,
"JARVIS, you're fired."
"I'm afraid you can't do that sir. I live here." I laughed as Tony growled,
"Damn right, and if I have to, I will unplug your hard drive." Laughing, I said,
"Convinced? Even JARVIS says so." Tony glared at me,
"Yeah, just because my TURNCLOAK creation says you are, doesn't mean, you are. As your father, I use my paternal rights to say that, I am in fact, more amazing than you. End of discussion."
"You may have one this time, but one day. I will prevail!" I said, and tossed a hadfull of Lays in my mouth. He scoffed, and returned to creating architectural designs with the food.
At around eight, the elevator came up, and opened to reveal the entire Avengers crew ready for a night of Season Two.
Clint and Natasha brought nothing, Thor brought nothing, Banner brought nothing, and Steve brought a bottle of champaigne. Therefore, in Tony's eyes, Steve was the only one actually welcome.
"Alright! Let's start watching!" Natasha exclaimed, as everyone started eating. Tony nodded,
"JARVIS? Access CD file, GOT S2 please." He called out,
"Yes sir." JARVIS replied, and the TV lit up.
~'~'~'~
After about three episodes, the food was gone, and I was mentally scarred for life. It had a good storyline, but way way WAY, too many intimate scenes.
"I'm going to bed." I muttered, and Tony pulled me down,
"Nope, we are going to take a vote. Who thinks Percy is more awesome than me?" He asked, and Steve, Clint, Natasha, Jane, and Bruce raised their hands without bothering to look away from the screen. I laughed,
"See?" I joked, and sat back down. That was when Tony decided to give his,
"Fifty Reasons why I am Awesomer Than My Son" speech. I fell asleep on the couch right after,
"He is a millionaire, I am a billionaire."
Yay! Happy chapter right? The next few will be on the happy side, and then, I won't make promises.
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