Title: while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
Fandom: Highlander/Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Don McLean
Warnings: primordial!Methos; possibly inaccurate jötunn physiology
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander/Thor, Methos + Loki, frost melts to water and evaporates to air
When Methos returns to his (one of many) home(s), the littlest frost giant who could is curled up on the master bed (of course), buried beneath a dozen blankets. The room is damp.
The kid is powerful, then, to make so much winter in the desert. Of course, Methos already knew that.
The mess is all cleaned up, the children playing nicely again, and the government is seeking Loki Silvertongue, the villain they believe caused all the destruction. Thor Odinson was arguing against that, last Methos saw, so good for him. The kid has at least one ally, then.
Allies are good, except when they're bad. And the kid is interesting. Methos hasn't seen one like him since Borr, ages and ages ago.
Methos stares down at the kid in his bed. He looks young. Very young. The man going by Nick Fury was right to call Methos for this one. Jotnar mature far slower than Æsir, and, therefore by default, eons slower than humans.
Kids throwing tantrums because they feel betrayed by everyone ever should not be treated like this kid has been, and Methos has decided to take over.
Yeah. He nods decisively, adding another blanket, and steps back onto Earth, ready to lurk around SHIELD to learn more of their plans.