Well long time no see. We finally had summer holiday and I finished this chapter as fast as I can. I still have a lot going on...I have to study (Well I have to go to college, right?) play and write...It's all tiring. But I promise under no circumstances I will stop writing. That is, if anyone reads this crap. Anyway, enjoy this hurried short-lengthed chapter!
Loki was sent to his cell. Fury was there and he watched Loki as the cell door closed. Freyja and the others were watching their conversation through the screen. They heard how Loki mentioned Dr. Banner and the unfortunate resident inside him. Freyja glanced at Dr. Banner, worrying he'd get upset. Getting him upset was the last thing the crew wanted. But it seemed Dr. Banner was fine with it.
"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" He said.
"Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?" Steve then questioned Thor.
"He has an army, called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the Earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract."
"An army, from outer space." Steve shortened Thor's words. Freyja tried not to laugh. Steve was having a hard time catching up with things. All those times Freyja tried to drag him out of his world and teach him about the new world, Steve was nothing but uncooperative. Now seeing him struggling with the information thrown into his face was rather amusing. He really should have listened to Freyja.
"So, he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for," Freyja nodded her head when Dr. Banner said this.
"Selvig?"
Freyja knew that name too. "Yeah, I know that guy. Wasn't he one of the people who got you out of the S.H.I.E.L.D's facility in New Mexico?"
"He's a friend."
"Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours." Agent Romanoff looked away. Whoever it was, that person surely seemed special to her.
"I want to know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army here." Very aware of the drifting of the subject, Steve interrupted.
"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You could smell crazy on him." Dr. Banner cut him off this time. As soon as Freyja and Thor hear this, they both yelled, "Hey!" Of course Loki is a criminal, that cannot be denied. But that didn't mean he wasn't a friend. Freyja hesitated for a moment. Were they still friends? She did not know.
"Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard. And he is my brother."
Freyja laughed. Though she shouldn't be, she was kind of jealous of Loki for having a brother who cared. What if it was her instead of Loki? Would anyone on Asgard care?
"He killed 80 people in two days," said Agent Romanoff.
"…He's adopted."
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Freyja soon grew tired of listening to science craps from both Stark and Dr. Banner. Soon Fury came out of nowhere and tried to settle them down and sent them off to the lab. She also stood up from her place and started to roam around the ship. It was vast and she herself didn't know where she was heading, nor where she was currently. But she went with it anyway. Maybe she'd go talk to Loki. Everyone else was busy with their job, so maybe she could do something as well.
She headed to the cell, trying to remember the map she glanced at before boarding the Helicarrier. When she reached her destination, she noticed that there weren't weren't many guards around. She noted to herself to tell Fury to double up the security. It's better to be prepared.
She asked for some private talk and sent the guards outside the door. She turned off the earpiece to avoid being heard. Freyja approached the glass, took a chair from nearby, and sat down. Loki was facing her, also sitting on the chair.
"How's your room?"
"Not bad, except it has a very limited privacy." He smirked. That sly smirk!
"So, I've never gotten any clear explanations on how you ended up here. The last time I saw you, you were worried that Thor might cause a war between the Frost giants and Asgard."
"It's a long story and not an amusing one to tell. To be quick, let's just note that I've failed, presumed dead, found the purpose of my existence,"
"Which is?"
"Of course ruling the Earth."
Freyja laughed out loud at the ridiculousness. She did not know much of the Chitauri, so she did not fear what to come.
"You believe this nonsense to be your 'life's goal'?"
"I was raised to be a king." Loki looked at her like she was an idiot. Like he couldn't get why she couldn't understand this.
"Not the king of the Earth."
"Humans are so inferior compared to me, to any of us!"
"You really do sound like Odin." Freyja lost her words. Of all people, she never believed Loki would be talking of the difference between human and Asgardian.
"What about me? I'm a human too." She continued.
"You're an Asgardian."
"I think I made myself clear. Humans, Asgardians, we are all equal."
"We are not equal. Why do you think they thought us as gods? We were meant to be their gods. To rule. To conquer."
"My god what happened to you? You were not this kind of person. Yes, you were a bit ambitious but not blood-thirsty and reckless!"
"Oh? Was I not? You are so naive. You only see what you want to see. You wanted to believe I was a good friend and a brother. But you knew, haven't you? You knew exactly who I was and yet chose to ignore it. You only know the man who used to be Odin's son.
Tell me, how would you feel if you were told that you were adopted? Would you choose to ignore the fact and live on? Knowing you'll never be equal to your brother?"
Loki's rage could be sensed through the glass.
"I…you're adopted? I thought Thor was joking..." Her voice trailed away.
"But I still don't understand how this connects to you wanting to be a king."
"I was raised to be a ruler. Then I found out that I can't because I'm not even an Odinson. Do you know what it's like? To have your dreams be shattered?"
"You know that I do. You're not the only one struggling with your heritage. But I didn't become you. Whatever you say, you made your choice and I am telling you it was a bad one." She replied quietly. But her quiet answer only angered him more.
"Enough with this. What are your purposes of this visit? You're not really interested in any of my story."
"Purposes? You think I'm here with more than one purpose?"
"Obviously. Aren't you Fury's little pet?"
Ignoring the apparent insult, Freyja carried on.
"I just wanted a genuine conversation. Plus I feel a little guilty."
"Guilty, you say? Agent Barton has told me some of your stories," Agent Barton was one of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents whom Freyja knew of.
'So HE was the one under Loki's spell.'
From the S.H.I.E.L.D's files, he probably knew of her background.
"Let me recall, because of your ignorance and lack of power, you let all your friends die. You didn't care about anyone but yourself, and suddenly you feel guilty? After all the blood on your hand, do you think redeeming me will ease your guilt?" Loki's words were like daggers; it hurt.
"Shut up."
"Afraid of the truth, are you now?" He stood up from his seat and came near the glass. "You know what? Whatever you do, guilt will always haunt you. When you're awake, when you're asleep, my words will clutch your deepest soul and destroy it until you're left with nothing but scars!"
He banged the glass hard and the cell quaked. Then he stopped and stared at Freyja who turned her back on him. Her shoulders were shaking and tears started to trail down from her eyes. She barked out of the place and ran through the agents who stared at Freyja like she was crazy.
