Author's Note: OKAY I'M A JERK WHO NEVER UPDATES I KNOW, I'M SORRY, WAH. I love you all and thank you for your everlasting patience and your kind words. This chapter is dedicated to all my lovely reviewers, for keeping me going and to TheIronBat for being my motivation, and spurring me into releasing this chapter today. Again, I do apologise for the delay, and, since it is the 14th somewhere in the world today, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
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AND NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW! I own nothing except Louie and the Typos.
Louie POV
"You know what makes me mad?" I asked conversationally. Bruce indulged my rambling by sending a tiny shake of the head my way.
"I'll tell you what makes me mad," I continued, flipping a page of my novel. "It's the information censoring that goes on because of SHIELD." That got his attention. The doctor looked up, amusement in his chocolate brown eyes. I eyed the bottle of aspirin on the counter. The headaches were really coming on strong these days.
"What information might that be?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Mutants," I replied shortly.
"Mutants are washed from the internet for their own protection. Any data on the internet about mutants that might be harmful to their safety is erased by mutants themselves," said Bruce, putting down the notes in his hand and walking over. He sat next to me, and as usual, his presence calmed me. Something about Bruce was always perfectly balanced, like the still surface of a pond, the leaves swaying in the lightest of breezes. "Is this about Slasher?"
"Why does everyone automatically assume that?" I groaned.
"That's not an answer," the doctor pointed out. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Okay, maybe it is about Slasher," I admitted, "There's something he said that I can't get out of my mind."
"What did he say?" I frowned, and opened my mouth to reply when Steve's voice came over the intercom.
"Avengers, we have a situation. Suit up."
"After," Bruce said as a promise, a warning, "Tell me after." I nodded as we hurried into the elevator. There, we met Thor and Loki, who were standing inches apart, an angry scowl on Loki's face and a pained one on Thor's. When Bruce and I entered, Loki stepped away, crossing his arms tightly and huddling against the wall. Bruce eyed the two of them and retreated to the very corner of the metal box, leaving me standing in between the two brothers. The rest of the Avengers filed in, sensed the tension and immediately backed up against the walls alongside Bruce. Fucking cowards. I pinched the bridge of my nose, cursing my aching head.
"Alright," I glared at the demigods, "what happened?" Thor jumped in before Loki could say anything.
"It was my fault," he admitted, "I was pointing out how Loki should not be out fighting considering the lack of magical prowess he has at his disposal. Loki thought I was implying he was weak. I was merely looking out for my brother, because I didn't want him hurt." The god of thunder added the last bit with a tinge of annoyance in his deep voice.
"I don't need you to-," Loki spat and I growled. The trickster broke off and eyed me in surprise.
"He loves you, and he has a right to be worried," I said to Loki. His aura bristled, and I felt a sumo-sized bout of migraine coming along. I held up a hand.
"No, I don't want to hear it. Thor just doesn't want to lose you again and frankly, neither do I. This is why you don't fight without me around. He loves you, I love you, and now, please, will you two just get along?" I asked tiredly. My head really, really hurt.
There was a beat of silence before someone drew in a long, shaky breath.
"What?" I asked, turning and glaring at Tony, who was going red in the face, eyes ready to pop out of his head.
"Oh my God," he said, looking at me, Loki and back at everyone else, "You just – oh my-,"
The elevator dinged on the very next floor and Clint and Natasha grabbed the billionaire by the arms and dragged him out.
"Wait, where are you going?" I asked, confused, "Guys? We're still on the twentieth floor!" Was it something I said? To my surprise, even Thor exited, giving Loki a tiny push back into the metal box as he made to follow his brother out.
"Perhaps you should sort this out before we go," said Thor softly, a grin threatening to split his face in two.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded, "Thor? Thor!" The doors slid shut on us. I rubbed my temple impatiently, reaching for the button to open the doors again. Quick as lightning, Loki pressed his fingers into the emergency stop and before I knew it, he had backed me up against the wall.
"God fucking dammit, Loki, you startled me," I hissed, now uncomfortably aware of him towering over me. I met his eyes once before I looked away, feeling heat creep up my face. His gaze was so intense, his mouth was open, and he was drawing sharp breaths. That certainly made my imagination run riot.
"Was it something I said?" I muttered, racking my brain, "What did I say?"
"You said," he started, "you – you said -"
I said – what? I said I – oh. Oh.
"Oh," I squeaked intelligently. I rubbed the back of my neck, embarrassed. Thor loves you, I love you, Thor loves you, I love you, Thor loves you, I love you, I love you, I love you-
"Well - yeah, so what?" I said defiantly, meeting his eyes. "It's true, so you should just stop acting like a big baby -"
Loki exhaled a short, angry breath, and kissed me full on the mouth.
Everything came to a standstill. Everything. Because Loki was kissing me, a determined press of the lips against mine. It was like the rest of him, his mouth; cool, but warming up as he stole my heat. It was nice, sweet, and lovely. And then, he tilted his head, to kiss me better and suddenly it wasn't chaste, it was a whirlwind of sensations because he made this amazing little grunting noise and fucking moulded himself against me, body and mind, my hands pinned between my chest and his, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my face upward to meet his mouth. The sounds he was making were fucking incredible and he was moving against me in ways that made me think bed, bed, bed, NOW, because when Loki kissed, he didn't just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his entire body rolling and pushing, and it was all I could do not to grind back into him. I might have moaned a little. Or more than a little.
And he groaned right – fucking - back. My hands twisted free and they buried themselves in his hair, and suddenly his battle armour was a fucking pain in my ass and he was making those amazing little noises again, he was sucking on my bottom lip, he was tracing incantations on the inside of my mouth with his tongue, he was making those noises, Oh –
" –my God!" Loki jumped, breaking off, and I whimpered in annoyance and glared at the intruder.
Darcy stood at the open doors, jaw hanging open.
"Tony sent me to get you," she said weakly, "and Jarvis overrode the emergency stop button."
Tony, I thought a little dazedly, was a sneaky son of a bitch that was going to pay because Loki looked like sex on legs and we stopped just when it was getting good. Loki barked out a short laugh, and I grinned sheepishly.
"If your thoughts were any louder, I'd be deaf," he murmured. He wasn't looking at Darcy at all, I noticed, and that made me grin a lot more than was necessary.
"We'd better get going," I muttered, smoothing a hand over my hair.
"Happy superhero-ing," replied Darcy, now unable to stop grinning. I flipped her off as the doors slid shut once more.
Loki POV
"I know what you did," said Iron Man in a singsong voice as they flew out over New York City. The Quinjet hummed in the sky as it sped along, Natasha driving masterfully at the helm. Loki chose to ignore the billionaire's teasing. Louie had the grace to blush, although a small grin was trying hard to break through her blank expression.
"What did they do?" asked Steve curiously. He looked from Tony's leering gaze to Loki and Louie and blanched.
"Never mind," he said quickly, "I don't want to know."
"What is the emergency?" Loki asked, by way of changing the subject.
"We had a confirmation on Slasher's location," said Clint, re-stocking his arrows. Louie stilled.
"You had a BOLO out on Slasher? All this time?" she demanded, whirling around to face Tony. Tony crossed his arms and exchanged a glance with Steve. It was the kind of glance Loki was well accustomed to seeing on Frigga and Odin's faces when he or Thor had been in the dark about certain happenings in the land. Like that one time Mother had thought they were too promiscuous and had wanted Odin to have a Talk with the princes. He shuddered at the painfully awkward memories.
"You've been on edge about Slasher for weeks now," Tony said, eyes narrowing, "we didn't tell you because we knew you'd react the way you're reacting right now." Louie glared at Tony for a long while. Finally, she dropped into the nearest seat and leaned back, eyes firmly on the passing clouds.
"Louie," began Tony with a sigh.
"We're touching down in five, everyone," said Natasha. Loki seated himself next to Louie, flexing his fingers, preparing himself for taking in Louie's magic. She looked pained, and Loki could tell the girl was struggling to get rid of her headache. Tentatively, he put his hand on her head, stroking her hair and he could visibly see the tension drain from her shoulders. She patted his knee, a sign of thanks.
Tony POV
Tony really, really hated this Slasher guy. Only two minutes into the confrontation, the guy attacked, and what did he go for first? Tony's shiny new suit, that's what. Now, the paint was scratched and that made Tony mad. And, the asshole took out all his anger on a small town, which was always a low blow. Manhattan had the resistance of a rubber ball but not most towns had the equal ability to get back on their feet once an attack took place. And the asshole brought backup, so there was gunfire all around.
"Tony, what the hell are you doing? Move!"
Tony swooped out of the way as a car was flung in his direction. In retaliation, a giant disk of earth went spinning into the mutant. Tony fell back, feeling a spurt of pride as Loki and Louie worked together in a spar with Slasher.
Maybe that's why he didn't notice exact moment the mutant found an opening, and Loki and Louie split apart, putting several feet in between each other.
Shit. Tony looked around frantically. Loki was unprotected, and Slasher seemed to know just that. With a roar, the mutant attacked, his finger-claws aiming for Loki's throat.
"Back," muttered Tony as he fired a blast from his cannon. "Jarvis, how are we looking?" Slasher went off course, giving Loki time to scramble backwards.
"It's a tight corner, Sir," replied the AI, "the other men's presence leads me to believe Levine Quincy is in the vicinity." Damn, if that was the case, then Loki needed to get out.
"Thor," Tony spoke into his comm., "Quincy might me around, and he's a teleporter. He'll be out for Loki."
"Yes, I would think so," said Thor, as he threw a few punches.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not listening in on this," snapped Loki, edging around Slasher and ducking his swinging limbs. His daggers were in his hands but Tony wasn't sure how he felt about two knives against the hulking man. Speaking of Hulks, the big guy was entangled with the octopus man, and neither of them looked very happy about it.
"Enough of this," said Slasher, and made an enormous cut to Loki's right. With a lurch, Tony caught on to the feint too late. He barely had time to shout out a warning when Slasher kicked the god in the head, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious. A wave of soldiers descended on the Avengers from nowhere, shouts, screams and battle cries filling the air. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Louie trying to fight her way to Loki, and he made sure he kept the trickster god in his line of sight. Slasher bent to pick up the prone demigod, who looked paler than usual, almost blue.
Wait.
Tony flew higher into the air, dodging bullets. Was he hallucinating or was Loki actually turning blue?
"Is Loki-?"
So he wasn't seeing things. Slasher didn't seem to notice just yet, but Loki's skin was now a brilliant, icy blue. His eyes opened and Tony felt his stomach lurch at the red slits. That was some Voldemort shit right there.
Quicker than the powerless demigod should have been able to move, Loki was out of the mutants grip and delivering a solid punch to Slasher's stomach. Tony had seen this form, just once before, on the day Louie had come into his life. It was a fascinating transformation, and the scientist in Tony was reminded of how he had wanted to run some tests on Loki when he first saw this change. Loki stumbled slightly, and Tony blasted a few soldiers out of the way before swooping in to rescue him.
"Sir, it would be best if you did not touch him," said Jarvis, "his body temperature is far too cold for even the suit to withstand."
"Well, shit," snapped Tony, and placed himself between Slasher and the now blue demigod, "Lokes, how can I save you when I can't even touch you?"
"I apologize," said Loki, "I am not used to this form." The demigod did look rather shaky on his feet.
Tony aimed a metal arm at Slasher. "I wouldn't run if I were you, buddy," he warned. All he got in reply was a snarling grin.
"Hands where I can see 'em," said Tony, more than slightly wary. Slasher raised his hands above his head, his eyes still flickering to Loki meanly. "Cap, we got him cornered."
"Brilliant," grunted Steve, "now ask him to ask his men to stand down."
"Ask your men to stand down," Tony dutifully relayed.
"They aren't my men," said Slasher, "I can't ask them to do anything."
"Quite right," came a second voice. Tony sighed tiredly. Levine Quincy. The man himself had appeared on their right, so they stood making the three corners to an oddly shaped triangle - Slasher, The Avengers and Quincy. The rest of the fighting was dying down as Cap and the rest of the team brought them to ground.
"Jar, I hate it when you're right."
"Don't let him get anywhere near Slasher," said Louie, magic flickering at her fingertips as she walked towards Loki. "He'll teleport them away."
She made it to Loki, standing in front of him protectively. Loki kept his eyes firmly away from the girl. Slasher grinned even wider.
"You again," he said, his eyes gleaming manically, "I have been wanting to talk to you." Louie walked forward, her eyes focused solely on the mutant.
"Funny, so have I," she said. Tony hissed with worry as she walked out in front of him, not only out of his protection, but straight into his line of fire. If Slasher attacked Louie head on, he wouldn't be able to get a clear shot.
"I take it this guy hires you, then?" Tony was so tense he could feel himself shaking inside his suit. What was Louie playing at? They needed to apprehend these criminals, not chat with them. Slasher nodded. Louie made a little gesture of understanding.
"I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to talk to you," she said. Behind him, Tony could hear Loki almost whimper in frustration.
"You okay, Loki?" Tony asked quietly.
"She's barring me from her head," he whispered back. "Why is she barring me from her head?" Tony was going to develop a crick in his neck from trying to keep Loki, Slasher and Quincy in his line of vision. He needed a third eye for backup. Louie was still talking to the man in front of them.
"How about you come with us and you and I can have a nice little chat?" said Louie, "we both seem to have someone in common to talk about."
What? Tony blinked. Did he hear that right? Forgetting all about Quincy, he swivelled around to meet Loki's equally confused gaze.
"Well, I guess it would be nice to talk about him," Slasher agreed, "a nice little uncle-niece chat."
Louie stilled.
Tony stilled.
He was sure everyone else stilled as well.
"What did you say?" Slasher's eyes narrowed, in a queer, vindictive delight.
"You don't know who he is," he growled, "You don't know what he is."
"Who is he?" Louie was shaking, the wind was picking up, and Loki was moving past Tony.
Tony didn't know how exactly it happened but one second he was throwing an arm out to stop Loki and then next, he was flying backwards with a two-hundred-and-something pound snarling mutant on his chest and Louie was screaming, "No! TELL ME!"
Louie POV
How dare he touch these people, my people? How dare he say things to taunt me? No. NO.
Suddenly, the world was moving slower, and I could see as Quincy disappeared and reappeared at Loki's side. Not again. He wasn't going to touch him. Quincy wasn't going to even look at Loki ever again, not if I had anything to say about it.
I don't know how I did it, but one minute I was standing several feet away and the next, I was up in Quincy's face.
You don't get to touch him, asshat. Quincy seemed scared, and that made me happy. Good. He should be scared. He should be terrified.
Nobody touches Loki again.
Quincy was nodding, and struggling and it was sort of pathetic to watch. There was a loud ringing in my ears. Too loud. It would get annoying very fast.
Fingers were wrapped around Quincy's throat, and I stared at them for a second, frowning and then I realised they were my fingers wrapped around his neck. I was choking him. And for some reason he couldn't teleport himself away. And I couldn't bring myself to let go. The way he was struggling, limply, it was fascinating to watch. I didn't quite care for more than the way in which the cells of his skin were changing color, simply because I was holding him tight enough. There was a prick on pain in my side and I batted the annoyance away.
Quincy was also going blue. Was everyone going to turn into frost giants today? At the thought of frost giants I remembered Loki again. I turned, eyes peeled for him. Why was everything so ridiculously bright? Staring at the world was like looking at the sun, just white, white, white, everywhere. I could almost see him, I think.
Then, I saw him again. Slasher. And suddenly, I was very, very angry again.
You.
How dare he tell me lies?
Fucking lies.
But he knew my father. That wasn't a lie, was it?
So, tell me. Tell me who he is. I was right up in Slasher's face, and I had no idea how I got there. I couldn't bring myself to care.
Who is he?
I need to know.
Those claws were out and they were ripping and slashing –hah, slashing! – but I could hardly care less. My entire body felt light and like it was burning at the same time, and yet, here I was, pinning this giant of a man against a tree with a single hand. Oh, and look, he was turning purple too.
The ringing in my ears was loud, so very loud. There was a faint roaring too, like waves rising up and crashing against rocks.
Was he answering me? I couldn't hear him over the rush of the waves. And it was getting harder to see him too, because black spots were beginning to dance in front of my eyes. I didn't like it anymore. I didn't like it. Where was Loki? Or Tony? Or Bruce? I wanted Bruce now, or Hulk. Everything was too loud, too hurtful.
And then I was being pulled away, and green was filling my vision – big, beautiful, green shoulders and green eyes and a sturdy, green chin. Hulk was here. He was beautiful, all that green. Green just might be my favourite colour because there was so much of it, just on that little patch of shoulder that Hulk was holding me against. The roaring was dying down, and I could now here Hulk saying my name, in his low rumble.
I hear you, big guy. I hear you. The roaring and ringing were gone. The black spots were disappearing.
"What happened, big guy?" I asked softly, "I think adrenaline got to me for a second."
Hulk looked at me, his eyes shimmering in that childlike manner.
I struggled out of his arms and shook my head. Everything swayed, and came back into focus. I blinked, taking in everything around me. The fight seemed to have died down so that was good. My head felt hot, and so did my neck and my side. Looking down, I could see little cuts on them, not very shallow at all, just big enough to sting. I leaned against Hulk tiredly, looking around for the rest of the team.
Slasher and Quincy were being handcuffed by Cap, and Thor was tending to Loki, who was back in his marble-beautiful skin. Although, I had inkling the blue skin was just as beautiful. It had seemed that way just a few minutes ago; although I was hard-pressed to figure out what the hell went down.
What was I even thinking? I walked over to where Steve was standing. He was looking at me warily and then back at Quincy. I followed his gaze and my stomach did a horrible flip-flop. Quincy's skin looked terribly scorched, like he'd held it directly under a burning fire.
I took a step back. The last person that had touched him was-
"Was that – did I –?" Cap nodded, his blue eyes looking so worried. I raised a shaking hand to my mouth, feeling more than slightly ill.
"I didn't mean to –," I rasped, "Steve, I –"
"I'm impressed, Kitten, I am," interrupted Slasher, his eyes still holding that maniacal gleam. "That was some talent. Your Daddy –"
"You shut the fuck up, right now," I said coldly, my eyes closing in shame, "I am nothing like my father –"
"And you would know?" he countered. "You don't even know who he is." I glared at him balefully.
"And you do?" I snapped.
"Kitten," he replied, "I spent so much time with that man, by his side, eating with him, killing with him. Of course I know who he is." My ears were ringing again. Steve was watching this exchange happen in silence. So were the others, I could tell. My ears burned with shame.
"My father was not a killer," I whispered, "An asshole, who left me when I was a kid, yeah, but he was not a killer, so don't you lie to me!"
"Louie," Tony said quietly, "calm down."
I inhaled shakily. Calm down. I was calm. I was calm.
"My father," I said quietly, "was not a killer. Unlike you, you psychopath. So, you can take your goddamn lies and shove them –"
There was a sudden, burning pain and I was slammed into a tree.
Loki POV
Loki was shaking. He was downright shaking, and not because Quincy and the prospect of meeting Thanos were lurking in the possible near future, but because of what he had just witnessed. The lull after the end of this battle was the most fearful one yet, because when Louie's aura burst into a brilliant white, engulfing her and her fingers squeezed Levine Quincy's neck, she hadn't even flinched. She lifted the mutant off the ground with a single hand, and when she spoke, her voice was empty and hollow and echoing, and it was the single most terrifying thing Loki had heard in his entire life. Quincy was attacking her with a blade, but she flung it away so hard it lodged into a branch, sinking in a good five inches.
"Louie," said the Captain. "That's enough. Put him down." But Louie didn't even turn at the sound of their voices.
"She cannot hear you. Louie," Loki tried. He transformed back into his Asgardian form and swayed on the spot. He was grateful when his brother caught him.
"What is the matter with her?" Thor asked. Loki shook his head. He didn't know. And he was still shaking. Suddenly, the girl was looking around. For a moment, her eyes met his and they flashed a warm brown, but before a miniscule prick of relief could even run through him, they flashed white again and she had disappeared.
There were several gasps over Loki's intercom.
"How -?"
"I do not know," he half-snarled, spinning around. There she was, holding Slasher in the air the exact same way she had done to Quincy. There was an awful smell of burning flesh.
"She's going to kill him," said Natasha, he voice sounding huskier than usual. "Somebody, stop her."
"Do not touch her," said Loki. "She can burn your skin off." There was a roar of frustration, and Loki saw the green giant approach Louie.
"Hulk, no," said Captain America. Hulk looked over, and green eyes met blue in defiance. Slowly, he gripped the young woman around the waist, and pulled. For a moment, Loki felt that she would not budge, but she let the mutant go, instead raising her palm to Hulk's cheek. Her entire body was not glowing white anymore; instead, she seemed to be fading. Slowly, Louie rested her cheek against Hulk's shoulder.
There was a collective sigh of relief.
"Okay, team," said the Captain quietly. "Let's wrap this up." Loki closed his eyes in exhaustion. There was going to be a long, long meeting the minute they touched down back home.
"You are wounded, Loki," said Thor. Loki glanced at his arm.
"I suppose I am," he said numbly. He let his brother take care of him, his eyes following Louie as she approached Slasher once more. The Captain very subtly tensed as she approached.
Tony touched down behind her, face plate off and arms ready to hold the girl back. There were a few murmured words, and Louie stumbled back a little; eyes wide and horrified.
"Did I –?"
"She did not know she was doing it," murmured Thor. Loki nodded. It surely seemed that way. But that left them with the painful question - what exactly was it that made Louie go on a terrifying rampage as such?
She stood toe to toe with the mutant again and Loki had a nasty feeling something was about to go terribly terrible wrong. She was saying something, and Loki was already moving towards them when Slasher snapped.
Loki felt all the air escape his lungs, and the world stilled around him. He lurched forward, his mind blank with shock. Time slowed down as there was a flash of yellow-white, a sickening sound of muscle tearing and a crunch.
"I should have known he'd never keep it in his pants long enough. He was always the fucking romantic. But you, girl, need to show me some respect!" said Slasher.
"No!" roared Thor, Steve, Tony and even Natasha. The entire team converged on the mutant, guns blazing and pulling him away, but it was too late. Louie's eyes were wide with surprise, and her mouth was open in a surprised little 'O' as it had been since the moment Slasher had impaled her, pinned her quite literally onto the tree, with his claws. As he was pulled away and knocked unconscious, Louie fell to the ground, and the trickle of blood falling from her mouth was nothing in comparison to the gaping, gushing holes in her stomach.
A/N: *coughs guiltily* Happy Valentine's day?
Do leave a review if you liked it, my lovelies,
Until next time,
Much love,
xo