Chapter One: The Fallen Prince
Kalani Kapule sipped her cappucino in peace. It was a beautiful day, she kept her eyes on her target, who sat across at the street at another restuarant. Suddenly a body was blocking her view. She looked up to the eye patched face of her director Nick Fury.
"I'll take one of those."
"Sir, I'm on assignment here.
"I come baring gifts." he tossed a folder across the table.
She opened it, the first thing she seen was a blue cube. The tesseract? next was a picture of a man, high cheek bones rested on an angelic face, dark thick brows, and icy blue eyes stared back at her, his hair was raven black and long curling just has it sat upon his shoulder. He wore black and green leather, tight blacks, a long shirt,and a coat. he wore a golden helmet with horns, and carried a glowing blue scepter. "Thanks, but im not really looking for a man."
"This takes precedent. We've been compromised."
"Who?"
"Barton."
She continued to scan the documents, "Fuck it. I love a challenged Fury. What time?"
"now, that car will take you." He inclined his head to the plain black sedan behind him.
She got up placing a few bills on the way table. "Is Stark invited to the party?"
"Coulson's on it."
"damn the world must be ending." She got into the car.
The car took her to the nearest hanger, where a quinjet and pilot stood waiting for her. They few into the middle of the Atlantic until reaching a huge ship. She exited her quinjet to be met with Agent Romanoff, who was exiting off her own. She had short thick red hair, and deep emerald eyes. She walked towards Kalani agile and light on her feet, with the grace of a dancer. She wore tight black leather with a gun on either side. She shook her hand firmly, "Romanoff." she greeted
"Kapule."
"Who else is coming to the party?"
"Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark."
"Well I hope the little boys can play nice. I don't know if Fury brought us here for skills or to babysit a bunch of men."
Romanoff smiled, "Well if he wants something done right he brings us in."
"True."
A man with messy curl black hair and a light stubble came out of the Quinjet, he looked around nervously. Seeing her he paused, "Oh uh, hello."
"Banner." she stuck out her hand, shaking it firmly. "I'm Kalani Kapule, nice to meet you."
"You uh...too. Um, you're an agent? You look...kinda young."
She smirked, "I'm older than I look. Try not to Hulk Smash, yeah? Wouldn't wanna have to take you down." She walked away throwing a hand in farewell.
Kalani walked to the bridge. Agents were running about, Maria Hill stood at the helm. She sent the women a nod and continued to a near by table, where she pulled out the file. Loki Prince of Asgard. He was skilled in magic and tricks, had super human strength, shape-shiftier, invisibility, healing, combat...the list went on and on. God of Mischief and lies. She heard the propellers as the Hellicarrier started to ascend higher and higher into the air. She looked up from her file and saw Steve Rogers, he was sandy brown hair and light blue eyes. He looked boyish and very 1920 gentleman; he was entering with Banner, Romanoff, and Coulson. She ignored them instead focusing on the file in front of her. Finally satisfied she had read everything three times she got up, seeing Coulson and Rogers on the bridge still.
"Coulson, Fury said you were bringing me a gift." Her eyes twinkled
"Should be arriving shortly. Kalani this is Steve Rogers."
"Nice you met you Capt. I'll be joining you on the field."
He looked at her skeptically, "You look way too young to be on such a dangerous task."
Kalani quirked up an eyebrow and looked at Coulson, "Did he just..." Coulson shrugged, "Sorry you have see this, Phil." She grinned turning back to Rogers, "See if you can land a punch on me, Capt."
"I'm s-sorry?" He became uncomfortable, "This isn't a game and I don't want to hurt you little lady."
Kalani laughed, "I bet you 20 bucks you can't land a hit on me."
Rogers turned to Coulson looking for help, who held up his hands in defense, "Agent Kapule is one of the best. I wouldn't worry."
"Come on, don't be sexist, that's so 1920 of you." Kalani held her stance.
Rogers sighed, giving up. He stood across from her in his own stance. She stared hard into his eyes, without warning he launched a right hook at her. She moved, letting his fist narrowly miss her cheek. She grabbed his arm and flipped him over her much smaller frame, straddling his waist after he landed, holding a small dagger to his neck. "I'll take my 20 now."
"Agent Kapule, kindly remove yourself from Captain Rogers." Fury said in amusement walking onto the bridge.
"Sorry sir." She got up and held out her hand pulling up Rogers effortlessly. "His hubris was showing to much for my liking."
"We got a hit. Sixty seven percent match. Wait- cross-match, seventy nine percent." an agent spoke out.
"Location?" asked Coulson.
Stuttgart, Germany. Twenty eight, Königstraße. He's not exactly hiding."
"Captain your up." He nodded and walked away, "and you, play nice."
"Why sir, I also do." Kalani mocked innocence and went to suit up.
She sprinted towards the museum, Romanoff and Rogers were in the air in the quinjet, she was covering the ground. As she approached the museum there were a crowd of people outside. Loki stood above everyone at the top on the stairs. he wore green and black leathers with a long cape, his golden armor shined in the moonlight, a horned helmet sat atop his head, his magical staffed glowed a bright blue next to him. "Kneel Before me." He yelled into the night, none moved. She seen his magic first hand, multiple copies of the fallen prince circled the crowd. "I said, KNEEL."
Slowly the humans around her start to kneel. Loki moved down the steps, his voice is smooth and clear with his Asgardian accent peaking through."Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."
What a twisted son of a bitch. She was sure he's power had made him completely bonkers. He talked as if he were a true god that would do has he wish with them. But he was not a god, he bleed, he could die. He was a sociopath who craved attention. He was a spoiled prince who threw a fit when he didn't get what he wanted. She felt her power surge and brought it to the surface, Fury didn't bring her here to stare it was time to fight.
"Not to man like you," A lone elder German voice spoke out against Loki. Another human who saw his for what he really was.
"There aren't men like me." Loki quipped back.
"There are always men like you." The German stood proud and defiant. He prepared himself for the death blow that was sure to come.
"Look to your elder people, let him be an example." He raised his glowing blue scepter, a energy beam raced toward the man.
Kalani sprang into action. She launched herself into the air and came crashing down as a wall of ice shot up between her and Loki. His blast shattered the ice, she stood up as tall as her 5"2' allowed her, as ice fell down, "Well this is awkward, didn't anyone tell you; this isn't Asgard, you hold no status here, Prince." She sneered.
"My...my some sort of... ice witch." He's face was amused
"Witch? No, a Queen, who's far superior to a mere prince. But you, well you can just call me, your worst nightmare."
"I shudder at such a fearsome enemy, a tiny chilly child." His voice dripped sarcasm.
Her burgundy painted lips smirked, "Let's see if your sarcasm is as good as your combat."
She shot out her hand, a large ice sword appearing, running she jumped and clashed it into the blue glowing scepter. He blocked her attack easily, yet jumped slightly back from the force. A stronger force then he was expecting from the small women. She jumped back, throwing her hand out in-front as small ice daggers raced towards Loki. He blast them away. An ice fist clashed with his jaw has he was sent flying back into the water fountain, shattering pieces into the empty street.
The Quinjet appeared behind Kalani as Loki freed himself from the rubble. He held his jaw, an furious yet amused expression graced his features. He paid no mind to the Quinjet as he sent a blast that had the jet maneuvering out the way. Loki approached her once more. "You see your mistake, you underestimated me." she taunted
"Wont happen again." He spat out some blood.
He lunged forward his scepter clashing with her frozen weapon. She blocked a few jabs to her torso, she shot out her hand, icing the floor, Loki slipped. She held her sword to his throat. In a swift movement, he kicked out her legs from under her, she landed with a thud next to him. His blue eyes bore into her golden ones, and she felt her heart thump loudly against her chest. She rolled away and jumped to her feet, twin ice daggers at her side. She threw them at his head and then launched her body at him with a drop kick. She iced her foot kicking him in the hip. He grunted but grabbed her ankle twisting her. She spun in the air releasing ice pushing Loki away from her has she landed back on her feet.
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Yeah
The music blasted through the speakers as Kalani heard a voice in her ear, "Did you miss me." Stark flew by and blasted Loki away from her
He landed next to her, as well as Captain America who had jumped from the Quinjet. "Well if it isn't the man out of time, and the man of iron." said Loki from his position on the floor
Stark suit roared to life as all his weapons were on display, "Make your move, Reindeer Games." Loki's armor disappeared and his held his hands up in surrender. "Good move."
"Mr. Stark" Greeted the Captain.
"Captain," He returned the gesture.
Kalani sauntered over and clasp Lokis wrist in ice cuffs, "Come on you two lets load up the villain and leave." She heaved his off his feet, he followed willingly. Once inside Romanoff put proper cuffs and chains on him and he sat down. She pulled the QuinJet into the air and away from Stuttgart, Germany. Kalani kept her eyes locked on their "prisoner," she used the term lightly. She was sure he was going to put up more of a fight. What was the master of lies up to?
His cerulean eyes bore into hers. "Is he saying anything." she heard Fury, the director of Shield speaking into her ear piece.
I hear if you take a picture you can stare at my beauty all day long
His lips didn't move save from the smirk that formed on them. Yet she heard his voice soft inside her head. He was playing games, she had read his file. She looked quickly to see Stark and Rogers in their own conversation.
I've seen prettier She scoffed back
I doubt you've bedded better, shall we test my suspicion
She gave him the once over, sadly you're not my type. I prefer leggy blondes.
His eyes harden at her comment, it almost looked like pain filled those ice cold eyes before once again they were empty. Thunder and lighting filled the sky, Kalani stood up, it felt to her like something was coming. something big. Loki's eyes wondered around and his face contained a worried and yet annoyed expression.
"Wheres this coming from." Romanoff asked worried,
"Whats wrong," Rogers asked turning to Loki, "scared of a little lighting."
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." no sooner has those words fell pass his lips that suddenly it was very cold and windy inside the jet. Kalani saw a thick beast of a man with blonde hair, his red caped flowed in the wind as he said nothing but grabbed Loki by the throat with his silver clad arm and jumped out.
"Now there's that guy." Stark broke the silence
"Another Asgardian?" questioned Romanoff
"Think the guy's a friendly?" Rogers wondered.
"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost." Tony turned
"Stark we need a plan of attack," Rogers yelled after him.
"I have a plan...attack!" he yelled back as he jumped out.
Kalani met Rogers eyes, she shrugged and jumped out the jet. She let her self free fall a bit before summoning her powers, creating the road of ice, she slid down with such grace. Below she could see Stark engaging the other Asgardian. Loki stood above them on the mountain top. She landed quietly behind the raven hair man. Her hand in front of her, ice formed into sharp claws around her finger tips, while her other hand lifted a ice wall to keep him from escaping. "Round two?" she questioned. He held up his hands, a tick in his jaw gave away his anger. Yet he made no move to attack.
She snickered, "So that must be the older brother." He's eyebrow raised at her comment, yet he didn't speak. She continued, hoping to get a raise from him, "and it's dark out but I'm sure I seen some golden locks upon the Princes hair."
He's eyes narrowed, "So foolish blonde oafs are you're type."
She shrugged, "Well when they look like that..." His brother was sore topic, she could clearly see through his lies, only an older brother could keep his jaw clamped tight. It gave her deep satisfaction knowing that it bugged him. She would push and pound at whatever little button she could find. "Think you could introduce us?"
Before Loki could get another jab in, the Quinjet landed next to them, the door opening. She grabbed his shoulder, her finger grazing is exposed skin at the neck, she felt him shudder under her touch, as a electric jolt went through her finger, she ignored it and continued to push Loki forward. He followed obediently, too well train for her liking. This whole thing made her uneasy. The way he spoke in Germany, the way he fought her, this was not the kind of man who just threw his hands up because Stark pointed guns at him. He was after something, she was sure of it. Here they were playing into his hands like idiots. She had to figure this out and try to switch the trap on him.
"Well it looks like the children are coming home from their day of play." Kalani spoke has three figures reached the jet.
Rogers, Stark, and the new unnamed Asgardian came into view. The only one who looked like they got into a fight was Tony, he's suit held some damage and his face had slight frown, he lost. The Asgardian turned his blue orbs unto Kalani. He's muscles bulged under his armor, his hair was long and dirty blonde, he smiled behind perfect white teeth, she could see the attraction, strong nose and jaw, and in his eyes kindness everything his brother was not.
"Good evening my fair lady, I am Thor son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He's voice boomed over everything, despite the situation it held a cheery quality to it. She reached for his out stretch hand, only mildly surprised when he lifted it to his lips in a soft kiss. An evil glint lit up in her eyes, and she had a sudden urge to push the buttons of her prisoner.
"Your highness," she smiled brightly and lowered her lashes, "I am pleased to meet you. I am Kalani." He sat down next to her. She peeked quickly at Loki, to ensure he was watching. He's eyes hadn't left her form since he walked unto the jet. "So Thor, you single? Got a Princess?" She could see Loki lower his eyes ever so slightly, and his fist curled in his cuffs. She didn't know why, but Thor was a button, and she was gonna push it.
"I cannot deny the company of alluring women."
"Lucky me, then." she reached out and put her hand in his, she brought her powers forth and pulled back, a icy blooming rose lay in Thor's large hands. "a small token, my prince. Welcome aboard."
"Thank you Lady Kai. How magnificence. You posse Ice Magic?"
"You can call it that. I was born with this ability."
She could see Loki from the corner of her eyes, at her reveal she seen his ears perk up. His brow lowered ever so slightly in thought. He appeared uncaring, but the little ticks gave him away. He wasn't as clever as he thought.
So you've always been an Ice Monster?
Loki's smoky voice assaulted her head. Her lip quirked up in a smirk. "Have you always been an Frost Monster?" She remember in his file that he hailed from a realm called Jotunhiem home of the Frost Giants. He wore Asgardian clothing but he was nothing more then a wolf in sheeps clothing; hiding his true colors.
"Do you hail from the realm of Niflheim?"
"No, I hail from here. What is Niflheim?"
I've always been a monster He snarled inside her head.
Pity, I've seen scarier monsters
You've no idea what kind of monster I can be He tried to sound menacing in her mind, except she heard or more like felt, anger and sadness.
You're just a spoiled prince, who's throwing an insanely large tantrum; and now big bother here has to take you back to Daddy for a spanking.
"Tis one of the nine realms, this here is Midgard."
She leaned forward, "Tell me more."
She heard him growl in her mind, "Enjoy that buffoons company." He was silent.
Tsk Tsk don't be jealous I shall make time for you to
Messing with him was fun, pushing those buttons felt like she was playing a game, one she felt like she wanted to win. If she could even mildly annoy him then her mission was a success, its not like he was going to rot in a earth prison, no He would probably have a comforting cell back home, well he wasn't home yet.
Hiya Everyone. Thanks for reading this new fic. I am really hoping to bring a different feel to a Loki fic. He's an interesting character in MCU. I hope I do it justice. I'm going to a warring dynamic between those two. I want Loki to meet his equal not someone that cower before him.