Patchwork Road
By Rey
Chapter summary: Sudden changes: They look like an exocism ceremony of the previous states, sometimes.
37. Exorcism
The Avengers – whose members and definition and orders are now handpicked by themselves, instead of dictated by Fury or anybody else – are gently enough ushered by their captors into a rough-hewn, single-roomy stone hut.
The hut is, albeit large for the semi-unwilling guests, pretty small in comparison to its lone occupant. And the said lone occupant is a particularly huge, particularly dignified blue-skinned, red-eyed giant. A very muscular, very tough-and-strong-looking specimen who receives the rag-tag band of friends and comrades inside like a highborn host, unflappably polite and graceful even in the face of Loki's scorching, increasingly nonsensical vitriols.
And then it – he? She? They? – puts a pair of beyond-dustbin-lid-sized hands on Loki's head and back respectively.
He changes before their eyes, so slowly that it looks as if he is being swallowed by a quicksand of blue skin tone and white markings.
The only warning that they receive next is the giant's muttered "This is wrong," before the said giant then cradles the struggling Loki, and the latter screams.