Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Marvel (and Norse mythology :D). I am very sad about this, but I have borrowed them to write my own story.
Song for today: 'Heal my Wounds', Poet's of the Fall.
I love Loki. I regularly want to slap Thor and Odin, although Thor is less to blame than his father. Stupid Odin thinking he knew best. I mean seriously who keeps someone's birth race from them, while simultaniously calling that race monsters and expecting that the child finding out will end well? So much for being all seeing. Did any one on Asgard ever realise Frigga hadn't been pregnant when Odin presented his second son?
Sorry rant over.
Warning: Violence.
Chapter One – Intro.
"The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They will wield its power, but our ally knows it's working as they never will. He is ready to lead, and our force, our Chitauri will follow. The world will be his, the universe yours, and the humans, what can they do…but burn?"
Loki smiled widely as the sceptre was handed to him, he would have power, he would be king. As the air rippled around him in the expanse of the void he ran a hand over the leather and gold armour he had been gifted. His allies were generous and they would allow him to rule Midgard if he only opened the portal to allow them through.
Raising his head he stepped towards where the air itself was shimmering and bending as a portal large enough for one person was being ripped through time and space. With blinding light it opened showing, for a single moment a world of metal and wires, before he stepped into its grasp and the light show sucked him bodily towards Midgard itself.
Sounds, panicked and awed, finally reached his ears through the sound of his heart beating loudly in them and forced Loki to raise his head. Nausea swam in his very soul as his hazy eyes fought to take in the sights around him. The humans seemed stunned into stillness bar maybe two of them. Loki used their distraction to wipe sweat from his brow, before his eyes finally allowed him to focus on the large leather clad, black skinned man before him. He swallowed hard as he took in the eye patch and warrior's stance, images of the All-Father over laid reality for moments and Loki physically shook himself to remover the frozen feeling that settled momentarily over his heart. The All-Father threw him into the void along with The Thunderer. This planet would be the first to feel his vengeance for such actions, he first needed to find the Tesseract and open the portal.
Loki felt his eyes grow wide as he took in the glowing cube behind the human challenging him. Well stage one seemed to be complete. He had found the Tesseract. Now he needed some aid in getting out of wherever he currently was. His eyes flew among the men surrounding him, strange that they were all males, maybe this planet didn't hold females very highly. He shook his head again, he needed to concentrate. His eyes alighted on three of the mortals. The one with the bow could be useful, especially as he alone seemed to be in possession of a weapon. The one by the Tesseract had a shrewd intelligence in his eyes that Loki could use, and the one in the streamlined suit seemed to be connected into whatever kind of communications system these people were using. Those three he could use. It was a shame the rest must die.
"Sir. Please put down the spear!" Loki tilted his head as the one in leather ordered him. The tone of voice informed him that this was a human who was used to being obeyed. The four mortals closing in on him must also be carrying weapons of some kind as they barely flinched as he moved. That would never do.
Loki looked down at the spear in his hand and then shot the man in leather a 'really, you did so not tell me to do that,' look. He followed the look by a single blast from his weapon, grinning wickedly as the bow-man proved he was a true soldier and tackled the leather clad leader out of the way. Apparently he was going to get to have a little fun in escaping this place.
He ducked as a massive noise filled the air and metal projectiles flew past him at speed. Well this complicated things. Since they were aiming to kill or seriously injure him he had no qualms in embedding a knife in each of their throats. Really he was a god and these mere mortals thought they could take him down. His anger rose and he pushed down a second wave of nausea to aim his spear at the machines that were still making strange beeps. The high pitched annoyance dealt with he snapped the arm of the next human to attack him before using the blade of the spear to gut him. He had barely dropped the now still mortal form when several more of the metal projectiles were flying his way, his magic barely managed to stop the one aimed at his face by the bow-man and he grinned toothily at the human who looked in shock at having missed before aiming yet another blue beam at them. To his surprise all but one of the humans managed to avoid the blast and he destroyed yet another of their cursed machines.
He kicked the last human physically into a wall and stopped for a moment to glance around, wincing as the light from a sparking machine stung his eyes and feeling the heat from one of the burning ones. Movement caught his eye and he was barely able to make it to the bow-man to deflect the small, hand-held weapon the human carried away from him with a steel grip on his wrist. He admired this one's stubbornness and loyalty, grinning he pressed the tip of his sceptre against the human's chest. "You have heart," he heard himself murmur as the hazel eyes flooded black, before glowing a soft ice-blue.
As the bow-man finally lowered his weapon Loki allowed his own head to tilt forward and a relieved smile onto his lips. As pathetic as the All-Father had once told him the mortals of the realm were, in his current weakened state he was glad to have the dangerous one on his side. Drawing a deep and steadying breath Loki swirled and grabbed the arm of the male who appeared to be connected to their communications in some way, tapping the spear lightly against this one's chest he was even more relieved to find it took almost no energy to bend this one's mind to his will. Movement behind him caught his attention and Loki felt a tired sigh leave his body, "Please don't."
He saw the leather clad human crouched by a box that from the empty space in one of the machines, clearly held the Tesseract. The human continued to rise and even turn his back, "I still need that."
Loki felt his eyebrows draw down as the human responded, "This doesn't have to get any messier."
Sweat slid uncomfortably over his shivering skin as Loki reigned in a flash of temper, "Of course it does! I have come too far for anything else." The venom in his own voice surprised him more that the mortal turning to face him. "I am Loki of Asgard." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his not-mother's voice scolding him for his appalling manners, but he pushed it to one side, "And I am burdened with glorious purpose."
The older looking male, looked up from where he was checking on one of his downed comrades. "Loki?" His voice was raised in slight surprise, but also knowing. Loki bowed his head, "Brother of Thor!" And just like that the idea that one of these mortals may help him without mind control was gone and he snarled softly at the human.
The leather clad one had taken his distraction to slip further away, "We have no quarrel with your people."
Loki sighed drawing his eyes back to look at the human who despite seeing his power still stood tall against him. In another life Loki could have admired the mortal, but he was no longer that naive and he merely huffed a patronising laugh. "An ant has no quarrel with a boot."
The leather clad one didn't seem too impressed with that, "Are you intending to step on us?" His single eye was drawn wide, and despite the voice still being calm, anger could be clearly heard.
Swallowing as once again images of the All-Father painted themselves over reality, Loki decided to talk, "I come with glad tidings." He locked eyes with the old-white-male for a moment before switching his attention back to the leather clad one, who was thankfully no longer reminding him of the All-Father, "Of a world made free."
The leather clad male sighed, "Free from what?"
Loki narrowed his eyes, this mortal sounded like he was talking to a child, how dare he. "Free from freedom," he smirked, "Freedom is life's great lie." The single eye of the leather clad one darkened in anger, but Loki admired that he kept a straight face. It would almost be a shame to kill this one. "Once you accept that, in your heart…" Loki trailed off for a second, breathing should not be this hard, he had to end this quickly before he showed weakness. Settling his breathing down again he turned to the old-looking male who he had momentarily wished to have on his side without having to do this, and pressed the sceptre to his chest, just above his heart. He held eye contact with him, "You will know peace," the words came out sounding almost apologetic as he watched the human's dark-grey eyes flood ice blue.
Angry at himself Loki spun and faced the leather clad one as he decided to speak again, "Yeah you say peace, I kind of think you mean the other thing."
Anger raging silently Loki heard the bow-man walk towards him, "Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow, it will drop a hundred feet of rock on us." Loki narrowed his eyes at the leather clad human, yes he was definitely the All-Father of this realm with tricks like that. "He means to bury us," the bow-man's voice filtered through the red haze that had descended at realising he had been tricked and Loki grinned as the leather-clad one looked betrayed.
"Like the Pharos of old." The what? Loki's brain asked,
The older human's voice stopped his curiosity, "He is right! The portal's collapsing in on itself. We have maybe two minutes before this goes critical."
Minute must be a short period of time, Loki thought as he eyed the bow-man closely at the slightly alarmed tone of the older human. "Well then," he suggested, wincing at the grunt the leather glad one made as the bow-man's hand held weapon's projectile hit him squarely in the chest. Mental note made to keep his magic as a shield between those things and his person Loki strode forward and allowed the trio he had collected to follow him.
Their steps led them through empty corridors and he found himself seated on the back of one of their metal chariots and being chased through rock tunnels. Anxiety showed its head for a second as he hit one of the following metal chariots with a blast from the sceptre in his hands. In his current state one hundred feet of rock sounded too much for even his Jotunheim form to handle, and he couldn't shift into that form. He made a mental note to find out what measurements translated to in something he could understand before once again focusing on a very determined female driving a metal chariot. Apparently females were allowed to be part of things then, shame this one would have to die. Soon they were in fresh air and Loki winced as the sweat dried on his skin. The metal projectiles from a very loud, metal bird made him curse fluently and his eyes widened as he heard the voice of the leather-clad human he thought the bow-man had killed. Once again huffing out a breath Loki took aim and his eyes widened as the metal bird burst into flames on the beams impact.
This planet clear was strange. That would make ruling over it more interesting at least.
AN: Please let me know what you think.