Disclaimer: This story is not to be taking literal. If taken literal, I would suggest going to a therapist or psychiatrist or some doctor in that area of expertise.
-Full- Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.
Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!
A/n: I EPICALLY TAKE IT BACK! Julian Morris is now my Anubis. -faints- Oh my GAWD he's so cute, I got chills and started fangirling. GOOGLE HIM. DO IT. (Oh, and Heath Ledger's character Jakob Grimm in The Brothers Grimm [epic movie filled with epicness] inspired my Thoth, and Jessica Alba as my Ma'at. ^^ GO LITTLE FOCKERS! xD)
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is blowing through one's head.
-Mark Twain
"You're crazy."
"It'll work!"
"No it won't! You're insane!"
"Am not!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Ahy, walking into the kitchen, his bare feet padding on the tile floor. His mother and aunt were talking in hushed tones about something, but due do his godly hearing, he could still hear them, even while being shut in another room.
"Nothing sweetie, go back to jumping on the bed," said Hathor, smiling sweetly.
"I wasn't doing that, and I can still hear you," Ahy pointed out. Hathor and Sekhmet glanced at each other. "And would you please stop doing that? It's bugging me!" Ahy complained.
"Oh, well in that case," Sekhmet started sarcastically. Hathor elbowed her.
"This just doesn't necessarily concern you, honey. That's all," the blonde said kindly.
"Does it involve Sulipica?"
"...Yes..."
"Then I'm totally apart of it!" cried Ahy, throwing his hands up in the air. "I came up with the original plan, remember? Remember?"
"He does have a point," Hathor told her twin.
"Whatever. You all are just so secretive,"—Sekhmet waved her hands around in the air—"and good at hiding things, so why not. Tell the kid. What the hell, why not go tell the world about your idea?"
"What idea?" asked Ahy.
Hathor told him.
"So why is it making you upset, Sekky?"
"Don't call me that," snapped Sekhmet. "And there's no way in hell that that is going to work."
"Yes it will," said Ahy simply. "It sounds easy enough."
"Ha!" said Hathor triumphantly. "Two against one. Majority rules, sissy!"
Sekhmet growled in defeat. "Fine. We'll do it. But so help me, if that little girl gets killed and Isis's brat gets depressed and I don't get to kill him, then I'm going to be pissed."
"Yay!" cried Ahy, pumping his fist in the air.
Sekhmet scowled, grabbed a Yankees hat off the kitchen table, and threw it at him.
Viola blinked open her eyes before shutting them once more. Sunlight was poring in through her window, as if the sun was urging her to wake up. It was useless—she could see the light behind her eyelids. So she opened them, but didn't move.
She was on the edge of her bed, her dark hair sprawled out behind her head on her orange pillow. Her legs were half-way out of her blanket—her knees and half of her shins were exposed. She sighed, then reluctantly got up. She was still tired.
And within the next hour and a half, she was wandering through Thoth's library, wondering if she actually even needed to be here. She had been with Jessie the whole day before and nothing violent happened. Loki hadn't been showing his perfect face for like a week! (Ok, it hadn't been that long, but...)
Viola absentmindedly fingered the necklace that Jessie gave her. Viola's mother had tried to make a big deal out of Viola's birthday, but Viola used the excuse that she was tired so that got Nancy to give up on surprise party ideas. But compared to being this bored, Viola thought that a surprise party would be a good idea.
Ma'at was reading to a group of little kids and Thoth was trying to reason with a woman with wavy auburn hair who looked like she was in her early twenties. She looked like a prostitute. Viola only caught a glimpse of her face, but in that glimpse, Viola decided that she looked somewhat like a fox.
The woman kept bitching (with her hands) about something, and wouldn't let Thoth get a word in edgewise. She kept saying that she couldn't take it anymore and she had already tried explaining that he wasn't even her kid, and he's your responsibility and unless he gives it to her, Tefnut is going flood the whole goddamn city.
Viola had no idea what she was talking about, so she causally sneaked away. She didn't notice it when Thoth's eyes flitted in her direction.
Viola actually considered calling Jessie and telling him to come and get her. She could sneak out the entrance in the back of the library. Her hand was unconsciously reaching towards her phone in her back pocket when she heard it.
At first, Viola wasn't exactly sure what it was. Her hand stopped and fell to her side. Her brow furrowed, and she listened. Then she knew what they were—voices. Hundreds of whispering voices mixed together into a soft hum of noise.
Viola followed the sound in and out of aisles until she was near a corner in the back of the library. It suddenly stopped. She frowned and took a step backwards. She heard them again. So why did they suddenly stop here...?
Viola observed where she was. The shelve of books on the wall and the empty reading chair by the window didn't look out of ordinary. Maybe she just imagined hearing those whispers. Yeah, that was it. But when she turned and was about to walk away, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
One of the books seemed bigger and older then the rest. Viola pulled it out of the shelf and recognized it as the book that Thoth had when she first came here. The one that had disappeared into thin air. The spine was torn and the cover was green ripped in some places.
Well it was heavy. That Viola wasn't expecting. So with her tongue between her teeth, she flipped it open. She had opened it to a yellowing page with an ink illustration of something she had seen in her memories: the Gate.
The illustration seemed to be moving. Viola thought that it was just a trick of the light, but—it wasn't. Viola watched as the Tablet glowed inside the Gate, and it's door swung open to reveal a swirling green and gray abyss. Underneath the illustration, there were hieroglyphics. They started swimming around just like they had in Ahkmenrah's tomb, but before they could form words, Viola heard approaching footsteps.
Panicking and sure that she wasn't supposed to have seen that, Viola shut the book and shoved it back onto the shelve before fast-walking around the corner and heading back to the front of the library. She took a different path then she came, weaving in and out of random aisles. Why, she didn't know. Maybe it was to calm her racing heart. It seemed to get back to a normal pace once she was near the front again.
Only it started right back up again when Thoth poked his head from around a shelf behind her, making her jump when he said,
"Sulipica, you really shouldn't—" he started, then suddenly stopped. His brow furrowed and he walked around the shelf, frowning. "Horus, what are you doing here?"
Viola turned again. Leaning back against a table was an eighteen year old. He looked like a typical California surfer—tall with shaggy, sandy blonde hair and tanned skin. He was also big—not fat, but muscular, like a bodybuilder, or someone who took steroids on a regular basis. He was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt, frayed jean shorts, and sandals. Viola found herself staring at his face—it, like all the rest of the god's faces, was abnormally beautiful, but it also looked familiar. He looked like someone, but Viola couldn't remember who.
There was another reason for her staring. His eyes were different colors. His left eye was sapphire blue, and there was the was the faintest scar underneath it. His right eye was golden.
Viola had a brief and unpleasant moment of double vision—in his place was a god with the head of a falcon, a spear armed at the ready in his right hand. Then she shut her eyes and when she opened them again, the blonde surfer was back.
"Death told me that I had to look after her for the day," Horus said smoothly, nodding his head towards Viola when he referenced her.
"Don't call him that," scolded Thoth.
"Why can't I?" asked Horus innocently. "I mean, that's like saying that I can't call you Four-Eyes, but I can and do anyway because you wear glasses."
Thoth opened and closed his mouth multiple times before sighing angrily and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"Never mind," murmured the taller god. "Sulipica?"
Viola glanced at Thoth, then slowly and awkwardly made her way over to Horus, who looked like he was trying not to smile. They walked out of the library, and the second they were outside Horus broke out laughing.
"God, it's so hard not to mess with him. One time, my Uncle got mad at him for some reason (but he gets mad at everybody) and asked him once of those weird brain teaser things—you know, the tree falling over in the forest and it not making a sound or whatever." Horus pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "Bird Brain couldn't think straight for like a week."
Viola tried and failed to hold back a grin. Then she thought of something.
"My name's Viola by the way. I'm not Sulipica."
"I thought a viola was a fancy guitar."
"It's a type of violin," Viola corrected, raising an eyebrow.
"Fancy guitar, violin, whatever. It's basically the same thing," shrugged Horus.
"I guess...but my name isn't said like Viola. It's Viola, like the name Violet, only with an 'a' at the end instead of a 'et'," Viola explained as they made their way down to the curb. Horus had stopped at what Viola recognized as Anubis's Sedan.
"Wait, why did Anubis ask you to come and get me?" asked Viola as she got into the passenger's side of the Sedan. Horus got in the drivers side and shrugged.
"He didn't," answered the god simply. "I'm kidnapping you." Viola's eyes widened and Horus gave her a funny look. "Well don't look at me like that. I mean, I'm not gonna rape you or anything." He grinned. "I'll take you to an abandoned warehouse, then rape you."
Viola's heart skipped a beat and half of her wanted to get out of the car and run, but at that instant Horus started the car and the doors locked automatically.
"Sheesh, I'm kidding! Man, you need to lighten up!" said Horus. He stepped on the gas pedal and the car jerked forward onto the curb. Cursing, Horus switched into reverse. If his driving was anything like Anubis's, then Viola figured that she needed to wear at least three seat-belts. Unfortunately, she only had one, so she hastily buckled it. Switching back into drive, Horus pulled the car out onto the road.
"Sorry. I hate his car."
"Wait, you—?" Viola began.
"Hijacked Anubis's car? Yep," said Horus lightly, popping the 'p'.
"Should I ask why?" asked Viola, raising an eyebrow.
"Eh," Horus shrugged. "He never uses it. And it isn't like we can't just manifest cars, 'cause we can. Plus, teleporting's easier. But I've gotta get my kicks somehow."
"What happens if he catches you?"
"He hardly ever does. I'm actually kind of hoping he does, though. Nothing fun ever happens around here anymore. But with you being chased by stuff, it gives him a reason for him to be in the Overworld. If Anubis is in the Overworld, then he uses his car. If he uses his car, then of course I have to hijack it!" He paused for a moment, then rolled down the window. The light wind ruffled Viola's hair, but somehow left Horus's sandy locks in perfect place.
The god threw his muscular arm out the window and rested his palm flat on the top of the Sedan. He had shut his eyes in the process, and Viola suddenly feared that they would swerve off-road and hit something. However, Horus shutting his eyes was soon the least of her concerns.
The car suddenly rippled and billowed underneath Horus's hand. The car began to change—it's shape became sleeker, it's color changing from deep black to a lighter gray. Viola yelped when the car's interior began to shift and change as well. When Horus opened his eyes, he pulled his hand back into the car and rolled up the window, smiling.
"That's better," he said. Viola gaped at him.
"How—how'd you do that?" asked Viola.
"What? That?" repeated Horus, shooting her a look. "Changing a car? You're impressed by that? Babe, I'm a god of magic. Changing a stupid Sedan into a Mercedes is like—I dunno, easy."
Viola groaned. She rested her elbows on her knees, hung her head, and tangled her fingers in her hair. "This is insane," she muttered. She took her hands out of her hair and looked up at Horus. "You know, you would think that I'd be used to this by now."
Horus shrugged. "'Spose so," he commented lightly. "But seeing as your as danger prone as you are stubborn, then I doubt that you'd be used to it."
Viola eyed him and sat straight up. "How'd you—?"
"It's not like I live in the dark or anything. (Wait...Well the Underworld is actually kinda dark. For mortal eyes, that is, we can't tell the difference between light and dark.) Anyway, don't you wonder how Anubis always seems to show up right before you get attacked by something?"
"I...I thought that was because he's stalking me," Viola admitted sheepishly.
"No, trust me, he's not stalking you. He stalked a chick once in the sixteenth century. It didn't end well for him. Now we've all gotta deal with his drama and after a couple decades you get sick of it."
Viola bit her lip in order to keep from grinning. "I never thought Anubis would have drama," she giggled.
A half-smile appeared on Horus's face. "Try living with him for a few thousand years. It's torture."
Viola laughed, but quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry," she said.
"Don't be. It's about time a mortal stood up to that prick. Um, anyway, back to what I was saying. Anubis is just watching out for you, that's all. And in the process, he needs to see what your up to."
"That's kinda creepy."
Horus chuckled once. "Yeah, it sure as hell is."
Silence came between them, and Viola forced herself to look away from the beautiful god. Instead, she turned her attention to the city just outside her window, not aware of the danger that was hunting her down at that very moment.
"...And so now, Mother is thinking about sending Sulipica and that other boy there," Ahy told Loki, his eyes widening to a comical size when Loki scored another five hundred points. "Isn't it like, bad, to—what was this game called again?"
Loki smirked at the Egyptian's short attention span. "Pinball," he replied, pulling back on the lever and launching the little metal ball into another game.
"Wow," Ahy breathed, memorized by the flashing lights and the high-pitched bells that the machine was omitting. "Can I play?"
"No," Loki answered automatically, not missing a beat. "Not until you tell me where your mom and aunt plan on sending the little brat." He didn't look up from his game.
"Didn't I tell you already?" asked Ahy, cocking his head, causing the too big red and blue Yankees baseball hat on his head to flop awkwardly over his right eye. Loki shook his head, tearing his attention away from the pinball machine to look at the kid. Somehow over the span of a day that Loki hadn't seen him, the kid's black hair had suddenly become slightly shaggy. Strands of it hung limp and peeked out from underneath his hat.
Ahy told him where. Loki nearly chocked on his own tongue.
"I don't think that that would be a good idea, I mean, I can remember how many souls got transferred into the Underworld during the Holocaust—hey are you okay?" Ahy added to his rambling, once seeing Loki's face.
It was all Loki could do not to grin. He cleared his throat and rubbed his palm against his chest. Pulling on his best distressed face, he fake coughed. Acting wasn't hard for a god of mischief, and the kid was like putty in his hands.
"Holy Horus—are you alright, Loki?" asked Ahy, his brown eyes going even wider.
"Yeah, I'll be al...alright. See, it's this...dry air...It gets to us Norse sometimes. We're...We're not used to the hot air...," Loki explained coughing into his first again. He motioned to the door with his hand. "I'll be right back," he said, hurrying out the door. Ahy stared after him with concern in his gaze.
Oh holy All-Father Odin.
It was so damn easy it wasn't even fun!
The second Loki was out of the dimly lit arcade and onto the streets of Manhattan, he burst out into loud and hysterical laughter. The passersby gave him strange looks, but he didn't care. He clutched his sides and kept on laughing; laughing so hard that he caused the streetlights to flicker and go out. Two cars swerved and crashed into each other.
The blonde quickly composed himself and cleared his throat, before heading back inside to the arcade. He searched for Ahy, who he found at a Dance Dance Revolution game. Ahy was eyeing it curiously, but looked up when Loki walked over.
"Are you alright? What happened? Are you gonna die?" Ahy asked the questions so fast that, had he not been a god, Loki wouldn't have heard Ahy's voice or even begin to register what he said.
"I'm perfectly fine now," said Loki, fixing Ahy's hat, which had still been over his right eye. "But I need something from you."
Ahy nodded so vigorously that his hat nearly toppled off his head. "What is it? I'll help you with anything!"
Loki's thin lips curved up into a smirk. He loved it when he had the upper hand. "Do you still have that pet Serpopard?"
Ahy's eyebrows came together and he frowned slightly. "You mean Snowball?" (Loki nearly rolled his eyes at the name, but held himself together.) "Of course I still have him. Why wouldn't I? What do you need him for?"
"I wanna play with him, that's all," Loki lied. Play with him, indeed.
Loki looked around the room. Huh, not bad, if you liked orange cream candy. Even in the darkness, he could see each and every small detail that went into the room—the bean bag chair, the computer, the bedside table, and the bed, which was much too big for it's user.
With three strides of his long legs, Loki had crossed over to the bed.
Poor little Viola—lying there, so innocent, so fragile, so blissfully unaware of her visitor. The moonlight coming in from her window splashed pale light across her face. Loki observed her for a moment, watching how she breathed. He reached out his slender hand and gently brushed her bangs off her forehead.
The girl frowned slightly in her sleep and shifted away from his touch.
"Oh, c'mon now Viola, don't be like that," Loki purred quietly. "I know I've been trying to kill you, but you have to admit, I'm still gorgeous, and most women from my time would beg me to touch their hair."
He breathed in through his nose and gagged. "God, you smell like the Egyptians. It's a good thing that I've got a way to disguise my scent. Otherwise, they would trace everything straight back to me, and our fun would be over. Wouldn't that be a shame?"
Viola murmured something and shifted.
Loki sighed melodramatically and retracted his hand. "You're right—I have work to do. I bet you want to meet your new playmate, don't you?"
Loki chuckled and stepped back from the bed. He pressed his hands together in front of his chest and bowed his head, as if he was praying. The silence in the room was instantly broken by a sudden and powerful gust of air. Loki looked up and smirked at the green and gray swirling abyss that was now formed in Viola's bedroom.
He heard the familiar and distant roar of the Serpopard. Stepping back, he held out his hand and curled his pointer finger twice towards himself.
"Here, Kitty Kitty."
A/n: OMFG YOU GUYS, I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER. For the record, I'm not dead. I've had a MAJOR writers block. But I'm back now. And everything is all good. Please, please please forgive me for being late! T_T
Also, I imagine Loki's hysterical laugh being like Jack Skellington's high pitched laugh. So yeah, there's the inspiration for that.