A/N: I'm not going to guarantee anything, but I'll try to flesh out my *Loki love* oneshot into... something… I'm trying to map out the bones of the story- even rented/watched Thor and The Avengers again (can't afford to see Thor 2 again, even for research) so I'm counting on the lame 'gist' I get from Wikipedia to refresh my memory. Bear with me; I know nothing about the Thor/Loki world except what I saw in the movies- this was only born from my celebrity crush on Tom, you know...
*sigh* Here goes nothing! …or rather, here goes some …thing… *Ace Ventura 2, when he's on the plane reenacting an old Twilight Zone episode? No? Shucks, guys, it's late and I'm just a tad loopy… on with it…
Loki's Chance: Chapter 2
Loki broke the kiss and slowly sat up. There- he could feel it- a small pull at his magic; it was just enough to make the small hairs on his neck stand on end. He hadn't felt it before...he had been...distracted, but now it seemed almost to prickle in its persistence.
"What's wrong?" asked Hope, also sitting up.
"I feel ...something," he said slowly.
Hope smiled somewhat shyly, "I know, I do, too. It's like we're being drawn together by something stronger than we are."
He turned and looked at her, a small smirk pulling at his lips "I agree, but I was referring to..." he closed his eyes and focused his magic to feel out where the pull was coming from. It was in this room. He held out his hand, palm up and pulled the thing to him. When he felt something cool and light land in his palm, he opened his eyes and looked down. "...this. What is this?" He asked.
Hope looked down at what he held; it was a necklace, a necklace she knew had been on her mirrored tray on the vanity on the other side of the room.
"How did you-" she started but he answered over her question.
"Magic, of course. Now, where did you get this?" he asked a little more urgently.
"I found it on a dig in New Mexico a few years ago. There had been something else there before I finally arrived, but the main part of the meteor was gone. It had left the strangest indentation- like a cube had fallen from space..." She trailed off and when she glanced at him, his eyes blinking rapidly, she shook herself. "Yes, anyway, I sifted through what felt like a mountain of dirt, soil, and debris and found this," she nodded to the dark-red, marble-sized, stone attached to the silver chain. "It was not native to the area, nor indeed to the planet as my research turned out. It wasn't radioactive or anything, but I could feel something coming from it- sometimes it would make the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up, but it wasn't static electricity. I felt drawn to it, like it had been meant for me to find... so I kept it and had it made into a necklace. It's rare in the extreme- priceless- and I almost never take it off... I'm a meteoriticists," she explained at his unsure look. "That's what we call a scientist who studies meteors."
Loki looked at her for a minute before closing his eyes again and held his empty hand up, palm facing her, fingers loosely spread. Yes, now that he focused on it, he could feel the gentle pull of magic from her aura- wearing it almost non-stop for three years must have infused her aura with it. He scoffed internally at himself, thinking she was a witch that had lulled him- he opened his eyes to see her watching him curiously. She made no effort to make him talk; just patiently trusting him to share this new information when he was ready. He liked that.
"This tiny bit of meteor is even rarer than you realize," he said with a small smile of wonder. "It came from Asgard, my home realm when my, er... brother... was banished here. He landed in your New Mexico desert and so did his Mj- his weapon of choice- that is what left the curious indentation. This stone is full of magic but as it is so small, and your kind not being adept at recognizing it for what it is..." He trailed off when she slowly reached forward to place her hand over the necklace in his still-open palm. A golden glow came from the stone when they touched sending slow, gentle waves of magic up their arms. Loki watched as Hope smiled when the fine hairs on her arm rose, giving her goosebumps. He watched as a moment later she closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings of peace and calming washing slowly over them. He recognized the purity of this magic and accepted it into his own aura. He could feel the darkness that had been pulsing through his system for the longest time recede and fall to the light of the purifying magic. He closed his eyes and allowed it to completely overtake his aura; to cleanse him. It was an exhilarating, freeing thing.
The moment was shattered, however, when a roar and a crash came from the adjacent tower. Both Loki's and Hope's eyes flew open and they looked with shock across the way. Up a few stories through Hope's floor to ceiling windows they could see a hulking green...thing trying to destroy what Loki immediately recognized as his spear. The next thing they knew, the iron man came out of nowhere and began trying to pull the spear from the beast's grasp.
Loki paled; he knew that if they managed to destroy it, the energy force released could wipe out several of the top stories of- he saw the blazing sign: 'Stark'- the Stark tower and create a wormhole to anywhere in the nine realms. "I have to stop them, Hope," he said, thinking through his predicament, searching for the path that could achieve the best results with minimal further damage all around...it took him mere minutes to see the end goal and what strings that might have to be pulled and buttons pushed to get there- the counter-moves to possible deviations of his plan- like a chess master. He made his first move.
He ran out of the bedroom and down the short hall into the main living area. Glancing over he saw that Hope had a balcony and hurried forward to slide open the doors. Running to the very edge he agilely leapt onto the parapets and held out his hand to summon his weapon to him.
Hope had followed him but could feel an invisible wall preventing her from crossing the threshold and out onto the balcony. "Loki?" she called.
"I have to stop them, Hope," he repeated before the spear shot out of both of the fighting mens' hands and came hurtling into Loki's waiting one. It was almost comical; the looks on their faces when they saw where it had flown to, but Loki refrained from smiling so as not to appear taunting and instead stepped down and back from the edge. He kept the barrier between Hope and himself just in case there was any violence when the other two arrived. The green hulking beast roared again as he jumped from building to building to reach him- clearly intelligent conversation would not be had with this one, so Loki turned to the man of iron who, having landed, now held out his hand to stop the beast from further action as he had crashed down onto the balcony mere feet from Loki.
"Hold on, Hulk," he said.
Fitting name, thought Loki wryly, and surely he doesn't call himself 'Ironman'! How unoriginal! He could feel the smirk flit across his face before he could help it and so spoke quickly.
"It would be detrimental to yourselves and the hundreds of people below if you were to succeed in destroying this," he said calmly, schooling his features once again.
"Your concern is noted," said the iron man dryly. "We promise not break your little spear thing, Scout's Honor," he said holding his hand up in what Loki could only assume was supposed to be a reassuring gesture. "Now give it," he said, holding his other hand out and taking a step forward.
"I mean you no harm," started Loki, but a rumble of thunder made him stop and flinch. The others only followed his gaze when he continued to stare up at the fast-approaching storm with growing dread. Lightening flashed in the distance.
"Afraid of a little lightening?" the iron man said snarkily.
"I am not overly fond of what follows," replied Loki as a nearby flash had him taking several quick steps back and spreading his free hand out to keep Hope back, even though she was still protected by his force field.
When he saw that Loki was shielding the woman behind him the iron man jerked his chin in her direction, "Who's the babe? Your hostage?"
"No!" shouted Hope, but Loki raised his hand.
"She is not," he spoke quickly, still eyeing the now darkened and rumbling sky. "As I said, I mean you no harm...now..." he watched as they looked at one another, clearly dubious. Loki tried again, now setting the spear down at their feet. "I'm unarmed, but even so," he eyed the sky again, "I'm afraid we're out of time." He looked over his shoulder to Hope. "Thank you, Hope. I-"
With a sudden crash, a man landed beside him and grabbed him by the throat. Loki saw the iron man raise a glowing hand but was quickly knocked on his back by a quick thrust of MjoInir before Thor spun it and they shot towards the clouds.