I know my chapters are shot. But please bear with me here!
P.S The beginning is based of the end of the movie, Thor: Tales Of Asgard.
Loki found himself standing in Asgard. The building in which he stood was destroyed nearly completely and there was nary a torch lit. But there was a light not to far from where Loki stood. He looked over to his left and knit his eyebrows together in confusion at the sight of young Thor. His blond hair fell just a few inches away from his hips and a ponytail lay across his collarbone. He held Odin's spear as he looked around for something. Suddenly a slight flame was lit and Thor threw the spear into the owner of the light. It was Alrgim, the Dark Elf that used to be Odin's adviser, a friend, and a part of the family. A sword lay on the ground as Thor walked over.
"I can never forgive this," young Thor spoke as he pulled out the spear from Algrim's shoulder. "But nor can I forget all the years you were a friend, and family." Loki looked over at the sword and he saw his younger self go over towards it. Young Loki grasped the sword in both hands and it burst into flames as he aimed it at Algrim, tears coming from his eyes.
"Traitor!" young Loki screamed as the flames enveloped Algrim and burned him until he was no more. The flames ceased and Thor looked over at his younger self. Loki shook as he watched the memory. Thor put both hands on his younger self's shoulders. Young Loki had tears streaming down his cheeks as Thor pulled him into a hug. Loki watched in silence at the two young princes talked about Thor going and Loki staying with their father. Suddenly the scene faded and all was black. A flame lit and Algrim's blood stained face appeared before him. Loki gasped and took a step back, only to find he had backed up into an invisible wall.
"Are you happy now Loki? I am dead because of you! You had to pick up the sword and give it to those vermin, didn't you?" Algrim's voice hissed. "You are one of them! You are a monster! You want the sword so badly? Here, take it!" Algrim's image disappeared as the sword was tossed at Loki. Loki tried to back away but the wall had not left from behind him. The sword fell at his feet slightly unsheathed. Loki reached down and picked it up. The sheath fell to the ground and the sword burst into flames. And there it was, Algrim sitting against the wall, Thor looking at the flames as they engulfed him, and Loki wielding it. Loki screamed and dropped the sword to the ground, it was at that moment a voice broke into the blackness.
"Loki!" Thor shouted forcing the door open. Loki found that he was screaming in his sleep. His eyes shot open and he lay there a moment. "Loki?" The voice was in question, as if asking if he was all right. Loki rolled over on his side so that Thor would not see him. He most likely looked terrible and he didn't want Thor, or anyone for that matter, seeing him as such.
"I'm fine, go away," he grumbled. Thor didn't believe him one bit, and Loki could sense it.
"Loki, I-"
"Go away!" Loki hissed. There was a moment of silence before Thor shut the door behind him. Loki sat up and looked as if to double-check he really had left him. Loki ran his hand along his cheek to find tears there. He stood up and walked over to a small desk sitting against the wall. Loki looked in the mirror at himself. He sighed a moment and closed his eyes. But that only last a moment before they shot open. Of course! Why hadn't he seen it before! She had the sword of Serta! That was the source of her firepower! Loki stood up and ran towards the meeting room.
"What was he screaming about?" Tony said as Loki walked in. Everyone looked over at him.
"Serta," he said.
"Who?" Tony asked.
"Serta's sword. She has Serta's sword," he said. Thor stood up and gave Loki a concerned look. The two brothers shared a concerned look. This was not good. Not good at all...
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