Chapter 2
A certain man with a black eye patch had walked over to the containment facility. Within it, a man in heavy and thick leather coat that went all the way to his knees stood proud and tall. His dark hair messy seemed to perk up when the director walked by, like a keen animal with their fur on end with excitement.
Said man turned on his heels, tilting his head so slowly, assessing his plaything, taunting the one-eyed man. Blue eyes pierced in a single black one.
Fury squinted, face scrunched in with anger and disgust at the Alien God. How dare he trespass into Earth, his Earth, his responsibility to protect? As if sensing his agitation, Loki smirked. His lips twisted into a crazed-no-satisfied smile. His body tensed a little, quivering with twisted delight at how he had successfully annoyed his supposed captors.
Soon… He thought darkly.
Loki paced about leisurely in his cage. Admiring the thick glass walls, a fortified dome meant to contain monsters. A monster he was he supposed. Hands slowly brushing over the glass, his bright blue eyes travelled along the ceiling, without a care of Fury's piercing gaze directed at him.
"It's an impressive cage I will admit…not built for me, I think." Loki slowly mocked, still not eying his captor.
"Built for something far stronger than you." Fury interjected sharply.
"oh I've heard…" Loki whispered.
"A mind that's held back by mere weak mortal will, a great beast in his own right, reduced to being contained by an even lesser creature…. How desperate are you mortals to call upon such destructive creatures to defend you…."
"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war, you steal a weapon you can never hope to control, you talk about peace and yet you- kill for pure fun. You have made me, very desperate."
Fury not faced the god who had killed so many of his men in a mere 2 days.
"oooh… It burns you to have come so close… To gain the Tesseract.. to have power… unlimited power….
Loki bright ocean blue eye's flashed cunningly with the mere mentioning of the Tesseract, his excitement almost threatening him to laugh uncontrollably.
"Foolish mortals…" Loki laughed, holding his laughter best he could, he would have his fun in slowly taunting the man.
"An uncontrollable power, what good would it bring within the hands of mortals? Do you plan to use it to warm the hearts of every human who lives in the cold?" Loki chuckled. "you speak as if you own the mighty blue cube when you are merely fooling yourselves in its knowledge… you shall see when true power comes forth to save you from your pitiful existence and purpose."
Fury's glare hardened, his shoulder's tensed, jaws clenched, he strode heavily and quickly from the platform to the automated door.
"Well let me know if real "power" wants a magazine or something." He huffed grumpily.
Loki now sat awaiting his next interrogator.
Pitiful humans, fools to believe in controlling a power such as the Tesseract. Only I can have such powers. King to be and king I shall be, what forces would these mindless humans have against me?
Loki inwardly smirked. His rightful throne would finally be reclaimed. Soon…
A flash of the eyes, a twitch of the right index finger, a jerk from the right, a sudden choke of a breath…
Loki's pale face stared towards the ground by his feet. The very familiar rocky wasteland flashed before him in confusing colours and lights, sounds of high pitched ringing…
It hummed in his head.
Slowly but always growing louder.
Drilling into the very recesses of his mind.
Loki's head jerked ever so slightly as pure silence enveloped him suddenly. A figure clad in dark robes, a creature he resented far more than even Thor, a foolish oaf of Asgard, more likely the downfall of the pitiful realm as they rejoice over their childish king.
"The Chitauri grow restless… time is slipping away as you wallow in that pitiful cage…" The Other paced around the newly formed image of Loki. "you are expected to perform pitiful prince…. Your reward shall be that realm… playing with the minds of the mortals will only delay our plans… or perhaps your possibility for failure?"
"I sense doubt within you….. is that fear?" The Other whispered threateningly.
"This is mere distraction for the humans, only by my tongue will there be progress in my plans." Loki replied in monotone. " Or have you forgotten the capabilities of the God of Lies?"
"My plans are merely in development…. The time will soon come, for my army to come forth… though I must confess…" Loki turned, his back towards the prowling foul being.
"Had I been given my magic… all this would have progressed at a pace that I believe would have suited your tastes.."
"You dare mock my decisions, Liesmith?" The Other hissed. "Your magic would have harmed the Tesseract in your teleportation… Your powers are so weak and foul that the Tesseract would sputter and die with your magic…"
"You should consider your position in these matters… Loki…. You have been given ample time… Master expects results in which you will deliver…. Without your magic as he had instructed.."
"know your place." The other suddenly appeared in front of the god, baring it's horrible blood stained teeth and having it's foul breath fume into Loki's nostrils and eyes.
Loki's head sharply turned to the side, an attempt to find relief or escape from the smell. He rose from his place as he paced about in his cage. His shoulders did not relax as he tirelessly paced and planned for the war.
He stopped in his steps. Staring straight ahead yet at nothing at all, he grinned childishly.
"Not many people can get past my senses…" he said as he turned on his heels, blue eye's meeting emotionless grey ones.
A female clad in a slim Shield uniform, his next interrogator he laughed.
"And that, my fellow friends, is how to kill a boar with your bare hands." Volstagg boasted as he patted his round belly, walking out of the golden dining hall. The other members of the Warrior's three and Sif paid no heed to his boasting, quietly stepping down the golden steps to proceed to their personal discussion room.
They could only feel uneasy, with Thor gone, Asgard seemed lesser, something had gone amiss. Their golden prince had gone to the lowly mortal's realm, Midgard, a sworn and dutiful protector. They had full trust with Thor's ability to handle whatever situation on Earth, knowing full well at how Thor had changed and had finally become a man, a worthy king of Asgard.
But yet, something was clawing at the pits of their stomachs. This visit to Earth had only been made possible with the Allfather's dark energy since the Bifrost was far from repaired, if it could be repaired at all. They were certain, whatever problem on Earth, it was definitely something small for the Allfather to take such rushed measures, leaving Thor without any time to explain why exactly he was returning to Midgard and with the Allfather asleep, none of them really knew of what was about to transpire.
It was quiet in the halls, the servants and maidens had left for bed and rest leaving only a few trusted guards that scouted the area silently with their spears held in their hand, back ever straight, ready for any intruder.
Hogun's eyebrows knitted together. Odd, there was not a single guard in the halls they were in at the moment. The guards usually skipped scouting the areas where the warriors three, believed it unnecessary and less hassle to check the area. All the best since the warriors did not take kindly to be watched, as if under suspicion of doing harm to the palace especially after Volstagg's brutish hustle with a guard who had requested them to leave the area.
But this was too quiet. Soon, the other warriors felt it as well, the ominous silence catching up to them just a little slower than the focused warrior. Slowly, they felt the ground shiver slightly, recognisably from something fast and agile yet extremely powerful to send small tremors of magic into the golden floors.
The warriors pulled out their weapons, cold sweat sleeking down their cheeks. The air was tense and the silence deafening.
Then, with painful familiarity, a haunting howl reverberated from the pillars of the hall. The great wolf creature stood by the hall's entrance, two teenagers seated on its back, faces emotionless except for the slight look of annoyance.
The warriors dawned with realisation.
Fenrir, Narfi, Vali.
Loki's imprisoned children.
Escaped.
Thor was worried. No he was more than worried, he was anxious. The level of stress close to the point of clenching his fists so tight even Mjolnir's handle seemed to bend slightly. He swallowed nervously, after what Fury had said, suspecting his brother of more hidden intentions, he couldn't hold down the choking tension in the air. Something was very wrong.
He was aware however that he was not the only one to think that way. He turned around to see the noble soldier by the table, tapping his fingers, face contorted in worry. Director Fury was commanding the S.H.I.E.L.D agents for what purpose Thor did not manage to comprehend. Midgardian procedures were foreign to him, more so their advanced technology. However he had learned quite a bit, feeling a little better knowing that at least now he knew the rectangular boxes with moving images were called computers.
Mortals it seemed were far from the weak race in the past. They had advanced due to hard times, creating and innovating new devices to improve and survive. They were a marvellous race, one that strived to create new things for their own benefit. But that wasn't it, in his short exile to Midgard in the past, meeting with his beloved Jane Foster had changed his perception of Humans entirely.
They were so very unpredictable in nature, caring and kind yet unruly and brave, they never once seemed to bend to him. In the past, they had worshipped him as a god, now he was just another man in a ship, another man with a hammer that could easily destroy the entire Helicarrier and kill every man on the ship. He had the capability and they trusted him so much as to allow him to man the coffee machine himself resulting in a very sticky mess.
"Hey Thor,"
Thor turned towards the voice that pulled him from his thoughts. Stark. The Midgardian iron man that loved to drink. The rude man had started on bad terms with Thor, the anger from the last encounter still not faded. Yes, Midgard was so different from Asgard. Still weak in comparison to all the other realms but… definitely strong. Thor thought as he eyed his new found allies.
"Can your brother's magic spread out of the cage and onto the landing bay?"
"Leave them be." Narfi spoke sharply at his older brother. Fenrir growled in protest but slowly calmed, morphing back into his human form.
"We don't want to kill anyone here, unless we need to of course." Narfi said calmly, voice smooth and sounding too much like Loki for the warrior's comfort.
Sif scoffed, hands still bound tightly by the magical ropes that the two sorcerer brothers had cast. "Haven't you done that already? Mauling the innocent guards as if they were your meal beasts!"
Narfi scowled as Fenrir's teeth bared, jaws clenched. Vali just stood by Fenrir's side, holding his arm and preventing him from lashing out. He felt no remorse for the fallen guards but yet… they had not killed a single one of them. The thought never came to them, the most they had done was knock them to wound immobile or unconscious, not kill. Even Fenrir didn't do so much than bite at several guard's arms, making them incapable of holding their weapons and with his two brother helping him out, knocking them useless was easy.
So why hadn't they killed them yet? Vali thought. He looked to Narfi, clearly Sif's short taunt had stirred a similar thought. Because you've never killed anyone before, not even Fenrir.
"I wouldn't hesitate in doing so if you demand it so." Narfi calmly replied.
Vali looked down to his bare feet, maybe it was years of imprisonment that had made them so very cold for he did not recognise his brother's newfound harshness. Even in the cages, Narfi had always comforted the younger brother when times seemed bleak. Narfi was always there, always plotting an escape, sharing it through telepathy as to not arouse the suspicion of the guards. This enabled him to communicate with Fenrir easily and discuss plans together. Vali thought of how his brother was so very talented in wielding magic, learning how to use telepathy at the age of 13… and how to weaken Fenrir's gates and shackles… His brother was a genius. Just like Father.
Father… Valie thought as memories made their way back to him. Good times with his family, father mother, Narfi, Fenrir, Jormungandr and Hel… times were pleasant and jolly then. Until mother died.
Mother. Vali felt the heaviness in his chest, the sudden difficulty in breathing. Mother was dead, mother who was always there when they needed her, needed her comfort, her soothing words and soft touch, her warmth as she embraced him. It felt so distant now, Vali remembered the warm tingles he got when he embraced his mother, now only a dull ache remained, along with a new found purpose.
To kill her murderer.
Loki Odinson.
With the newly fuelled contempt for Odin's wayward son, the Liesmith, Vali tapped Narfi's shoulder softly.
"Brother, we should leave and not waste anymore time." The 15 year old spoke to the 17 year old boy who was a head taller than him. Narfi looked down upon his brother and sighed.
"Come on then Fenrir." Fenrir flashed a final menacing glare at the warriors, checking one last time to see their bounds tight and secure.
"We head to Midgard."
Yup! Update :D woop woop the story is bubbling up!
So much to come even I'm teetering with excitement! Anyways, I know I don't update very frequently but I try to write as much as I can when I am free but you know, school work and all…
A few little details on Loki's kiddos. Narfi is 17, Vali is 15 and Fenrir 18. Hel and Jorgunmandr are both 18 as well. The 3 of them are Angrboða's children (I think I made a mistake on her name in the first chapter, sorry!) and are triplets. More details on their imprisonment next time hehe…
I'm thinking about adding Sleipinir but not with Loki's being the mom, rather just him casting magical spells and stuff… Hmmmmm I'll see then.