He opened his eyes and closed them with a sigh.
It all had been a wonderful dream. How much he wished it happened as he dreamed it.
Sadly he never learned of his heritage before this sad day. His arrogance made him miss the obvious signs and in his hubris, he walked his doomed path.
The banishment of his brother, the attempted murder, the betrayal and his fall from grace.
He stood up from the couch he slept on and rubbed his face.
Long gone was his well kept appearance, he now had a beard and his body was more bulky. Working outside transformed him.
On the ground he found a few books that made him smile: harry potter and the philosopher's stone, X-men age of apocalypse and a few more recent comics.
He looked at the tv and snorted when he saw an interview of his brother. Since his disappearance on the rainbow bridge and hidding on earth, his brother spent a lot of time helping the human.
He was still bitter but the years spent in reclusion, living as simply as he could made him question his choices.
Cleaning up the cabin, he thought on his life up until now. He had been arrogant, too prideful. When he woke from his fall, he found himself in the mad titan clutch. Thanos tortured him for months but even with all his fault, he was still a patient man. One of Thanos minion thought he passed out during a session and took off the magic restrain. In a few second he sent himself somewhere far from the titan reach.
Luck had been on his side this day. He spent his time on earth healing far from the being he once only saw as ants. Using a complex mix of runic array and blood rituals, he created a small cabin protected from prying eyes.
His house cleaned he went outside and grabbed his axe. The winter was harsh and he needed to collect wood. It did not really bother him, because of his jotun blood, but he prefered the warm embrace of fire. The first element he mastered.
Walking in the wood he thought of his dream. He had been so at peace, so happy. But all of this was wistful thinking. A wife, a family, his mother acceptance...
He know he did a lot of wrong but did all of the good things he did not count? He was raped by a horse to keep his mother from being sold to a giant. His father believed the giant would not be able to keep his side of the bargain and when he finally saw how wrong he was, he orderedd loki to do something. Without any other solution he transformed into a horse to lure the giant's stallion.
He won the favor of other realms for his father and only got punishment as a reward. He would admit he did use his silvertongue quite a bit but as his father always said, "it's for the good of the realm"
He stopped his musing when he reached a dead tree. As he bagan to cut it, he heard the sound of a chopper. They passed more often this days. He knew it was shield. Even if he rarelly used his magic anymore to avoid heimdall sight, the basic runic array on his house could give him the basic information of the people a mile from it's position.
He knew it had something to do with a powerful artefact, any sorcerer worth his salt could feel it. No matter, it did not concern him. He was at peace here, as much as he could be. Stacking the logs, he looked at the sky, the days were getting longer.
XoX Fury POV XoX
They had to find it, they were so far behind the threat from outerspace it was not funny.
The Asgardian Prince was a great help but they needed something more, something to help them fight on equal ground with the other species they would meet.
A few days ago, the laboratory guarding the tesseract was attacked. Someone knew they had it and they needed to relocate it. Norway was not safe anymore.
He also had to make sure Loki was not around anymore. He apparently "died" on the rainbow bridge but as long as no body was found, he believed, the mad prince just disappeared somewhere else planning his revenge.