Puny Green God Love Thor.
1. Female Loki.
2. No incest.
3. Eventual smut.
"What's the matter? You scared of a little thunder?" Steve cracks the tiniest of smiles, eyes clearly lit up with amused bemusement.
Loki lifts her withering gaze to the man as she tells him, "I'm not terribly fond of what comes after it... and I don't think you will be, either." She adds a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes – well, his eyes. Honestly – she thinks – these people call themselves champions, yet not one of them has managed to see through her absurd gender-swapping illusion.
"Cap, how about we don't engage in chitchat with the prisoner who just tried to destroy the world?" Tony chips in with a bitterly sarcastic smile.
Steve simply rolls his eyes.
Tony arches a brow though when he notices the man's – this Loki; whoever he really is – slightly panicked look. "Besides Hulk, who the hell do you have to fear?" He asks, nay demands. He can't deny his peeking curiosity, but he really does have to wonder what the hell a so-called God could be afraid of.
Steve slowly raises his head to glance out of the window when another streak of lightning lights up the night sky. "Maybe another one of him." He motions to the raven haired man. "Maybe a bigger one of him."
Loki holds in the irritated scoff, because even those who don't know a damn thing about her only seem to remind her of what she isn't, nor will ever be. Instead, she shoots "Cap" a bitter smile and tells him, "And I thought you were all morons."
Before anyone else has time to say anything else, a blinding white light smacks into the jet, then, followed by a dull thud on top of the roof.
Loki takes a deep breath for what is about to come and not but a second later, the ramp door is being pried effortlessly open. And there he stands in all of his annoying glory: Thor, God of Thunder. Loki barely notices the dumbstruck faces of the so-called champions of Midgard. Her wide eyes are glued to those annoyingly lovely eyes of his, now narrowed in anger right back at her.
This is one time that Thor sees straight through her tricks, although, he briefly thinks, she hasn't chosen to appear all that different, she simply looks as though she would if she had truly been born a male. He wants to believe it's the anger and the hurt of betrayal he feels which allows him to see her when he looks at the man he stalks up to. But as he grabs her/him by the throat and she doesn't protest, only lets him take her and fly away with her, Thor has to admit (if only just to himself) that after that last look of deep hurt she left him with before letting go of him and falling away from the Bifrost and into the abyss, he's never been able to think of anything else.
He's silent as they sail through the air, but the flight is over in a matter of minutes and then, Loki finds herself being thrown into the side of some small mountains – only Heimdall knows where, she thinks begrudgingly. She just wishes she could leave this dank and empty place already. But then, where would she go? To another dank and for sure, empty place, because there is no other place for one such a she.
Loki takes her time getting back up onto her feet. She hears his solid landing behind her, slowly turns to face him. His eyes rake over her, like they always do whenever he check for any injuries, and Loki almost laughs at the entire irony of that. Because no one can hurt her like Thor can... well, Odin definitely can, but that's an entirely different story... sort of.
" Where is the tesseract?" Thor demands.
Loki pulls out her infamous smirk. "I missed you, too, big brother."
"Do I look to be a gaming mood to you, Loki?" Thor snaps, Mjölnir raised and pointed at her.
"You should be thanking me." Loki spits out, eyes narrowed. "With the Bifrost gone, how much dark energy did the Allfather have to conjure just to send you here, hm? To your precious Midgard, and your lovely Jane."
She can pretend all she wants, even to herself, like she always has and always probably will do until her real last dying breath. But the object of true affections has and always will be her 'brother.' Even before she found out her true parentage, before, when she already felt like the deviant monster for her unlawful, unnatural feelings. Being away from Asgard gave her the time she needed, the space she needed... she thought she needed. Though, as it seems now, as he's stood before her now, nothing and nowhere will ever be far away enough to forget.
(It is easier to hate and be hated when that is all you have trained yourself to do. Easier to do that than to see what if and have her already stupidly fragile heart broken.)
She will never know that the sting in her heart upon suddenly realising this deeply echoes along with her brother's own painfully clenched heart. Thor quickly brushes it off, though, his fury seems to crumble a little. He lets Mjölnir slip from his fingers, ignores the quake it awakes throughout the mountainside as it drops to the dirt beside his boots. Her eyes widen very slightly when he moves towards her, uncertainty filling the ever vibrant emerald jewels (beautiful and breathtaking, no matter which form she hides behind.) "I thought you dead, 'brother.'" He arches a brow, shoots her a pointed look and almost smiles when she rolls those jewelled eyes of hers.
Loki huffs, holds up both hands in surrender as she lets the golden shimmering of her magicks finally reveal herself. Her heart stupidly tugs at the very tiny smirk he gives her, notes the oddly pleased look that flashes through those (too) pretty ocean orbs. "Did you mourn me, 'brother'?" She sneers with a twisted and clearly taunting grin.
(Easier to be hated...)
Thor looks taken aback by her harsh tone, Loki ignores the next horrid clench of her chest. "Of course I did... we all did."
She may not admit it, maybe, he thinks, she really doesn't even believe it herself, but she will always be one of them; she will always be his family. One way or the other. Sometimes, he wishes it was the other; wishes his father had instead chosen to leave her in the care of some fellow Asgardian family. At least then he wouldn't have to pretend like his true feelings towards her don't exist.
Loki scoffs, nods with the bitter smile crawling back onto her lips.
"Our father –" Thor tries, but she cuts him off with another scoff. She takes a step back when he moves closer and he tries to ignore yet another painful lashing of his insides.
" Your father." Loki shoots him a pointed look. He lifts a hand and reaches out for her, but she quickly takes another step back. "Did he even tell you of my true parentage before he sent his golden child to retrieve his little blue runt?"
Thor watches her lovely ivory skinned face flash frost blue, those emeralds he adores so much flickering with ruby reds right back at him. The hurt is clear in her tone as it is in his heart, and her own, he thinks, knows it must be for her to be filled with so much venom. She huffs at him, brushes passed him and this time he lets her go, slowly turns to follow her with eyes he can't bare to take off of her. "We were raised together, Loki. For centuries, we played together, fought together –"
"No." Loki scoffs again, turns to face him. "You never had time for me over your precious friends. Even when fa – Odin –" Her jaw tightens at her little slip. "–finally allowed me to go off with you, all you ever did was join in with their humiliations over me. Do not think I have forgotten the Waterfall Incident."
"That was 700 hundred years ago!" Thor whines, doesn't know how she does it, reverts him back to the 100 year old child he once used to be.
"And yet, you still don't see the point." Loki folds her arms over her chest, glares right at him.
"I remember you bewitching Sif into almost drowning Fandral for his crime."
There's a slight humour in his tone, one that makes Loki want to walk over and press a firm slap across that annoyingly gorgeous face of his. She stands her ground, heels dug into the dirt, jaw clenching again. "And I remember you just standing there, laughing all the way through."
"Because you did not need my help." Thor amusedly states, forgets himself for a moment. Though, it's always been easy to around Loki. However, his expression quickly drops when hers sours and he can see the hurt lighting up those emerald jewels again. "Was I really so terrible to you? Tell me that you remember nothing but the bad, sweet sister..."
Loki ignores the clear hurt she hears from his tone, glares with determination as she argues, "What I remember is living in a shadow. Until I found out who I really was, I thought it was just the shade of your greatness... Thor Odinson. Now, I know it was just the Allfather doing what he does best: keeping things to himself, no matter the thing."
Thor's heart aches to know that she thinks of herself this way. Though, he can't help feeling confused, the hate he hears in her tone does not match the edging pain of her soft and delicate features. He wonders if his mother could be right, it certainly seems that way. Thanos must be controlling her, he thinks... he hopes.
Loki lets out a deeply bitter laugh, bites down harshly on her bottom lip when she feels it wobble. "You knew... You all knew... what I am."
"Wha – I –"
"Shut up!" Loki hisses.
Thor's mouth instantly purses shut, eyes wide in both confusion and now, a pain that nowhere near seems to match her own.
"You knew and I will not – cannot ever forgive you for that."
"Loki..." Thor takes a single step closer, is pleased when she doesn't back away this time. "You know in your heart that I would never keep such a thing from you... sister... look me in my eyes and tell me that you don't."
Loki stares back at him, looks into those bright blue orbs, flanked by golden strands fallen stray into that perfect face. She sees nothing but truth, knows she knows a lie, if she knows damn well anything at all! Still, she snips, "I know nothing, it seems. If moth – Frigga can keep such a thing from me, how the fuck am I ever to know what's going on in that half empty head of yours... brother." She scoffs again, then tells him, "I have seen worlds you cannot even imagine, Odinson. I have grown... weary... in my... exile. I have seen the true power of the tesseract, and when I finally get my hands on it again –"
"You will do nothing!" Thor snaps, heart aching all the more as he steps to her and grabs her by the shoulders.
"I will –"
"Loki, you will stop this madness –"
"I will return it to where I found it! – if you would just, for once, idiot brother, let me speak!" Loki lets out a sigh to calm herself when her outburst seems to stop his anger in its tracks. "Or more accurately, you will return it... and then, you will leave me... for good." She clears her aching throat, ignores the odd look he's giving her, because it means nothing. It all means... nothing.
(Easier to be hated...)
(Easier to be forgotten.)
(Easier, but unfortunately, still just as painful...)
"I will not! Heimdall will see you, no matter where you think you can run off to." Thor says, knows it's pathetic when he catches a glimpse of that mischievous smile he's grown to love so much. Despite how much he also despises it.
"Heimdall is the only one who knows all truths."
Thor ignores her cryptic speech, as he always does. Instead, he growls his annoyance, hands closing over both her cheeks as he forces her to look at him. " Why did you kill all of those people, Loki? This isn't you."
Thor may look like their mother, but Loki has her soft compassion, her kind heart and caring soul. Whether it was in her or learned, matters not one bit to him. He knows the good she is capable of. Has seen it for himself over the centuries he's spent hopelessly watching her.
Loki stares right back at him as she tells him, "The Mad Titan owns me now. Ask our wonderful 'father' why he let that happen."
"No..." Thor scowls, feels his heart drop. "No, he would not give you up, Loki. He loves you..."
Loki pulls her face from his hands, shrugs him away altogether as she takes a single step back. "So much so that he would rather allow his so-called only daughter to fall right into the hands of one of his many enemies rather than leave his precious throne for fear of losing it?" The sarcasm lacing her tone does nothing hide the wavering of her voice. "Odin loves nothing, but power. I bet even Frigga knows that. You think he'll lend the same kind hand his wonderful son lends to those of this realm if Thanos ever manages to succeed?" Loki sees the slightly broken look on her brother's face, feels her heart breaking along with it. "Though, I'm sure he loves you, Thor... in his own way."
"Loki –"
She ignores the crack in his own voice, cuts him off quickly, voice oddly calm and final. "Thanos thinks himself above that of even the real gods of this universe. His arrogance is the only reason I still live. You must let me find the tesseract, and you must let me die again at the very moment I try to hand it over to him."
"And if I don't?" Thor curiously asks after a moment of thought.
"Then, you may as well slay me where I stand right now... because I will meet a fate much worse than death if Thanos ever learns of my disloyalty." Loki bluntly explains.
"You could come home... Please, Loki, I –" Thor takes another step closer, instantly stops when she takes another step back.
Loki shakes her head, holds back the sting of her tears as she calmly states, "I don't have a home... I never did. My own kind left me for dead after barely being born a moment. If I was ever anything, I was a mere ward to your family... at best. Our 'lovely' father robbed me of my true identity, and then, he let Thanos rob me of my mind... the one thing I always thought was truly mine."
The one precious thing she would let anyone rob her of, if only to end this constant torment of being so close to everything she's ever wanted... and never truly obtaining it.
So instead, like always, she chooses hate. Chooses the most familiar path. The only path she will ever know.
With a sudden flash of golden light, Thor is then left standing alone. Is still left with the terribly aching hole in his heart at her absence... again.