Tony manage to dodge the laser beam that fired his way. He felt the heat on his arm and the smell of burning from the roasted metal reaching his nose. From what he could see when he shook his arm to relieve the heat behind the last standing wall of a building, the wiring within the arm had begun to melt together. Angry he fired a strongly powered beam of his own to meet the one coming his way and dodged when the discharge that had been heading his direction was delayed to the left enough to allow him to dodge once again, but not enough to avoid the debris that hit him hard enough to knock him to the side. Without a helmet left, he felt the ground dig and drag on his forehead and forced him to breathe in the grimmed concrete below him.
He knew for a fact that he was getting very tired of being thrown today. He groaned as he rolled to the side and felt the blood drip to the floor. Darn head wounds bleed so much.
"You are weak-" Odin started his own charade and monologue.
Needless to say, Tony wasn't having it when he began to see two of his least favorite person in the knowable universe blend together and out. He heard a deafening loud bang from his right and felt his body roll from the wind that stemmed from it. Odin did not even move as the blast rocked right through him.
Bastard could've at least grumbled as he turned onto
He could see Odin continue to speak and felt the vibrations of the booming voice bounce in his chest like an overly loud soundtrack from a club as his ears ringed from the explosion.
"You have the power to make him flee in you" The familiar voice rang in front of him. A blurry outlined came into focus behind the AllFather.
Loki looked lighter as he wore grey linen tunic and black trousers. His bare feet clean from the ash that laid around Odin. The young man's hair was cute in a sense of mockery of a earth's bob haircut. His wavy hair murdered the properness of the style.
Everything around him froze in that moment. He could see Odins intake of air stop midway and the specs of dirt and metal raining from the blast stop in their tracks from raining on them. Even the sun radiating in the particles seemed to solidify. Tony simply blinked at the situation.
"Loki." The whispered wheeze escaped him and the old Loki's eyes of before crinkled with crows feet at their edges.
"Yes, that is me, at least right now." His son's former self smiled as he looked Tony with smiling eyes borne of trials and grief as well as happiness and respect.
"How?" Tony tried. He really did understand as he too saw them every time he looked in a mirror.
"Hmm. I guess it was time of need. Another day, I will awaken. You will be there to help me through the pain of remembering. Even Thor astonishingly." Loki walked in front of Odin without even giving him a glance. He focused on Tony with a single mindedness. "I will always look beyond now." The man had the gall to wink as if he had a secret.
"How can I kill him?" Tony snarled as he tried to get up and flopped on the ground. He could feel every bruise flick with pain from being frozen and constantly pummeled.
"You can't." Loki admitted as he shrugged and walked the short way to stand in front of his reincarnations bearer. He squatted and fell to a knee. He placed his hand on the one belonging to Tony that had been scraping the ground to sit up.
"It's not your role, Mother, it's mine." The image of Loki began to fade and Tony panicked.
Not again. Not again! Tony roared as he grabbed back the source of warmth that lingered on the top of his hand. His sole reminder of what he is fighting for.
"Relax. I am going to guide you. Take off your glove and focus. . . Good, now repeat these words after me . ." Loki instructed analytically as he led Tony through the motions.
The jest of the situation was that he was going to overload the glove with unstable magics and throw it in Odin's face and pray for the best. That was the brilliant plan. The inventor almost wanted to laugh, but mostly cry. He was going to allow a monster to have another chance at killing his son, because he could do nothing about it, but it won't be today. Not today.
It's all fun and games until you realize that all those writers that report their computer committing suicide isn't so fake. :| Yup, my 13" mid-2009 Macbook Pro decide that that day was the day it would say sayonara. I even bought it an ssd that cost me almost 400. Anyways, Apple decided that it would deny me credit and I went to Dell and they gave me credit. So I am back with a "13 Inspiron that was pricey but faster than my Mac ever could be. So far so good. Yup, if you have laptop questions I would be more than happy to answer about them! On a happy note, I am finishing this story!
-Halo