SOOOOO SORRY GUYS! I know I haven't updated this for a while, I went camping and I've just been reallllyyyy busy D: and I'm going back to school on Monday so things might be a bit slow too but I will finish this fanfic! I PROMISE. Pleasssee give me feedback? :)
"Okay, come on, we've got to leave here, right now, they know where I am, I don't know how but they must be working with someone I trust," he says.
"Who though? Your brother wouldn't betray you would he?" I ask hesitantly.
He screws up his face, "I don't know, I really don't, we grew up together but we're only really adopted brothers, we've both got totally different aspects to this war on earth and he has no obligation to help me out either."
"Either way we should probably leave, right?" I ask, looking up at Loki.
"Yeah, okay, hold my arm."
"W-why?" I stammer, I've been walking without support for the last twenty years I don't think I need help now.
"Just do it," he demands rather frighteningly.
I grab onto his arm waiting for him to start walking. Half a minute passes and he hasn't moved anywhere.
"Sooo, we gonna go anywhere?" I ask.
He looks at me for a moment, like he's confused as to why I don't know what's happening and then replies, "Oh no, we're going, catching a ride in fact."
"A car? Don't you want to call a taxi or something?"
I hear a thrumbing vibration somewhere in the distance. Loki suddenly perks up to this noise and looks up the sky. Something is flying towards us, a giant black cloud? No, it was something else, something more mechanical. And it didn't look anything like an aeroplane.
As the noise gradually got louder and louder, I shiver a bit, feeling suddenly apprehensive. Loki looks fine and so I try to put on a brave face and not feel scared, for Loki's sake. When the machine is a less than a few blocks away from us I can make out the silhouettes of two people on board. They move about weirdly, hardly human like at all.
"Oh." Is the one single word uttered from Loki just a few seconds after I spot the "people" on board.
He moves his left hand, the one that isn't holding me, away from his body and I spot something that I swear he wasn't holding just a few minutes ago.
"W-what's that?" I ask. It actually looks exactly like one of those magical staves you see in movies or video games. The end opens up in a curve and inside the hole at the end it is glowing blue. Now I can see the glow I feel a bit dizzy, it is entrancing. It feels suddenly as if the staff itself is talking to me, nobody else can hear it, just me.
I can reveal the truth. Loki Laufeyson, he comes from Asgard, burdened with glorious purpose. The Tesseract, he has captured it. His duty is to free Earth, from freedom. You too will join him.
I am shaken back to reality by a pair of rough hands. I look into owner of the hands' face. My mouth is quickly clamped shut before I finish my scream. That must be one of the humanoids that was on this flying ship type thing that was coming towards us. What the hell just happened during the time I was trapped by the staff. More importantly, where was Loki?
The latter was answered quite promptly. Another pair of hands, different ones, grabbed my shoulders and dragged me somewhere. I couldn't see anything apart from the distant forms of the humanoids on the ship and the bright city lights moving by underneath us. I can't see properly, my eyes are all hazy, the height that we're at doesn't scare me and I feel like this is one huge dream. Hasn't someone ever spotted, or heard this thing in the sky?
"Ellie." One word is enough to know who's talking to me. Loki.
I want to shout at him, scream at him, ask him why I'm here, what the hell happened?! But it all just comes out in one long loud muffle.
He chuckles and reaches out to my mouth to pull off the mouth-tape that had been put on when I'd tried to scream earlier.
I glance back towards the humanoids, wondering if they notice anything. They seem to be fully occupied in operating the ship. But they probably don't just have normal human senses. Either way, they don't seem anxious about Loki taking my tape off.
He frowns, looks at the humanoids, and bends down to the ground. He pulls on a small camouflaged lever and a trapdoor opens up. I can't see anything down there but Loki jumps straight down there without any hesitation. I feel like I should follow but I'm afraid of what's down there and I don't want to jump onto Loki. Not here and now anyway.
A hand appears in the trapdoor and I instinctly grab onto it. I crouch down ready to jump into the hole and he guides my feet. I slide down into it and brace my knees for landing. I'm surprised when I feel my feet hit the ground almost straight away. I can just see out of the trapdoor from where I'm standing. I hear Loki's ragged breaths on my left and I walk in his direction. I can feel the ground getting lower here, and if I'm not mistaken, the air feels hotter down this way. Maybe we're near the engines, or whatever powers this flying machine.
"Tell me everything that has happened between when you held out your staff and when I woke up again," I demand, I'm feeling scared and way out of my depth and so I can afford to be a little more outgoing.
"No one knows Ellie, they all know me for, well, who I actually am, they'd never believe me if I told them, they'd all just think it's part of my glorious plan, in fact, I'd never planned for this to happen, never."
"Who's they? And does it matter what they think? You never planned for what to happen, for us to meet, or to become more than friends?"
"Everyone I know, all of which you don't know in person, excluding a couple of the Chitauri soldiers. And yes it does, in turn, they would never go through with what I've ordered upon them otherwise. No, I'd never planned for us to become something more," he says, most of it in a resentful voice. I hope it isn't aimed at me.
"The Chitauri? Are they the humanoids operating this thing?" Such weird creatures truly did deserve that name. Chitauri.
He scoffs and mutters, "This thing, this thing, this thing is a Chitauri ship, not the biggest by far but still just as powerful all the same."
"Well excuse you," I curse darkly. This man could put me under his power instantly, kill me right now, cause me excruciating pain and yet I still feel free to do or say whatever I wish to him. Even now, when I know most things about what he's really like.
He raises his right hand, the one that usually has his staff, in a move to attack, or threaten, I don't know which but he falters when he looks down and sees nothing there.
"You were going to hurt me, weren't you? Why?" I ask, quite simply.
"It's the bloody anger coming back to me, the need to fulfil everything, god damn it, why won't it stop?!" he shouts in a rage.
"Just tell me. The bare facts of what happened. Leave out the emotion. That may help," I tell him, feeling like a psychologist talking to a patient.
"Okay," he replies, "When I saw that there were Chitauri onboard the ship there was only one thing to do. They would never let a human on unless it was a captive of some sort. I quickly made up a story about how I found you, and what use you would be to us and put you under a temporary spell. You were unconscious for about half an hour, I had no choice but to let it feed those words to you. Maybe if I'd had more time things could have worked out differently. I leapt up to the ship, holding you still, and explained my story to them. They could see you were under the spell, and were satisfied to let you on the ship. Twenty or so minutes later you came out of the dream. One of the Chitauri soldiers rushed over when he saw that you were awake. I assume you saw his face as you attempted to scream. And you remember the rest."
I'm quiet for a couple of minutes, mulling things over, then I ask, "Is that everything? Why weren't you expecting the soldiers to be on board. A-and that staff, how, what does it do? Why did it tell me those things? Some of them I already knew, some you'd told me but you're to free the Earth from freedom, why? And I have to join you? I don't know anything and I don't have any supernatural skills. What use am I? I don't even want to help you."
"Woah, woah, Ellie, calm down, I'll explain everything to you, just not now, this isn't the right time. I can tell you that I was indeed sent from Asgard to free the Earth from freedom. I'm not even sure what part you play in all this, all though now you most certainly play some part. You can't go back," was his brief, confusing answer.
"Is this ever going to be over?" I ask him.
"No never." His words are desolate, final, they make my heart feel cold, and I know he's speaking the truth too.
"That also means we'll be together, forever."
"No…" his voice sounds blank, he's used to covering up his emotions.
I'm about to ask why but then it hits me. I know why. He knows why. I'm not going to be alive for anywhere as near as long as him. And as far as I know there's no way to stop this.
The thought of leaving him involuntarily, by himself in this world, was disturbing to say the least. Is it possible to feel guilt in death? Or sadness, love, to be able to remember your life? I'm only twenty-three at the moment but fifty, sixty years would pass quickly. For Loki it would just be the flash of time flying by and me leaving him behind. I shudder at the thought of all this, it's making me feel outright depressed and miserable too. I turn my attention back to the present. Which is probably the worst situation anyway. A boyfriend who is a god, and wants to free the Earth of freedom.