urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_libraryChaotic LibraryFanworks by YuuoChaotic Library2014-05-03T19:35:57Zurn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:68903[Loki; PG] The Pale Horse2014-04-03T02:14:01Z2014-05-02T22:07:47Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki Laufeyson; Marvel Cinematic Universe (AU) <br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Notes:</b> Written using themes from 4Purposes@LJ; Summer: the grasp of dusk and summer, Fall: dreamers with empty hands, Winter: water now is turned to stone, Spring: Love in some other spring<br /><b>Title:</b> The Pale Horse<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 648<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>The plague had followed him.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>And behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him.</i><br />-Revelation 6:7</font><br /><br /><b>Summer</b><br /><br />The plague had followed him.<br /><br />That was the only answer he had. Alfheim had fallen ill before the war started, and even though the symptoms were different, the plague was still recognizable. Vanaheim fell to illness and famine. Asgard had been the start.<br /><br />And through it all, Loki remained healthy and whole.<br /><br />He was certain he was slowly going mad. Grief was something you could only take so much of before insanity set in. <br /><br />In desperation to see a living soul, he began to travel up and down the World Tree, looking for a realm of people he couldn't kill with the virus hiding inside of him.<br /><br />But everywhere he went, it was like an uncomfortable summer night, blood hot and stars watching over this silent bringer of death. The stench of bodies decaying stayed with him.<br /><br /><b>Fall</b><br /><br />Loki rarely had dreams as a boy, but now, at the beginning of his second millennia, he dreamed every night. Nightmares, his parents, his brother, his beloved Sigyn and the child they never got to have, rotting away and blaming him.<br /><br />And he had nothing he could say to cast aside the accusations. The plague in Asgard was likely not his fault, but he'd brought the sickness down on Alfheim and Vanaheim, their deaths were his fault.<br /><br />Madness set in.<br /><br />He dreamed, with empty hands and a heart full of grief.<br /><br /><b>Winter</b><br /><br />As realms died with each new one he went to, the World Tree began to wither. Whatever foul illness had infected first Asagrd, something Loki was immune to for reasons he couldn't begin to fathom anymore, had gotten into the World Tree itself. <br /><br />If he weren't swift, he'd be lost in whatever realm he was in at the moment, unable to leave the emptiness.<br /><br />He went to one last realm.<br /><br />Jotunheim.<br /><br />The place of his birth was foreign to him, and Jotuns were not known for hospitality, but maybe Loki had some strange mutation in his genetics that had made him so small for his race that also gave him this wretched immunity and he could kill off the last of the realms before finding his way to Helheim.<br /><br />Jotunheim was cold, any water there turning to stony ice. Loki expected no less. Nor did he expect anything but his comfort in that cold. He was born there, after all.<br /><br />He'd gone mad, he was quite certain, but part of him hoped that life could spring anew in the realms, that the World Tree could be revived. Midgard remained untouched by his foul infection. But the Frost Giants would be all too happy discovering the chaos to go in and genocide whoever remained.<br /><br />So he made one last stop.<br /><br />With Jotunheim dead behind him, he left, taking one last trip on the dying World Tree.<br /><br /><b>Spring</b><br /><br />Helheim was a place of many halls, of many seasons, of many landscapes. It seemed that all the realms were there, not just the people, but their whole world, preserved in each hall for them in the afterlife.<br /><br />At first, Hela told him to leave. The living were not welcome in Helheim.<br /><br />But he carried death with him, and there was nowhere else he could go. Midgard and the World Tree would die if he left.<br /><br />Hela reconsidered, and he felt anxious under her impossibly ancient gaze, then she smiled. She welcomed him, the one who filled her halls with lives who now lived in peace, who now resided with lost ancestors.<br /><br />He was made welcome in the Asgardian hall, despite his blood. His infection could not harm the dead, his family and Sigyn were safe from him.<br /><br />Any other spring before, he'd lost all he loved.<br /><br />Now he was reunited with them.<br /><br />Death had followed him, and he followed it down to Helheim, refusing to let it control him.<br /><br />Any other spring.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:68628[Loki; PG] The Black Horse2014-04-03T01:03:41Z2014-05-02T22:07:56Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki Laufeyson; Marvel Cinematic Universe (AU)<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Notes:</b>Written using themes from 4Purposes@LJ; Summer: night in green fields of silver corn, Fall: the frost of awakening, Winter: at morning in the dark I rise, Spring: a willow in a windstorm<br /><b>Title:</b> The Black Horse<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 556<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Vanaheim was a refuge for him.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>This hunger seems to feed on me,<br />A sacred sin, a dying breed.<br />And we risk everything.</i><br />-In This Moment</font><br /><br /><b>Summer</b><br /><br />Vanaheim was a refuge for him.<br /><br />After the loss of Asgard and Sigyn both from his life, Loki turned to the one place he might still have a friend. He couldn't remember for certain if Hogun had been in Asgard or not during the plague, there were so many deaths that were closer to him that he was focused on.<br /><br />He hoped Hogun would still be there. Loki was tired of being alone.<br /><br />For once, luck was on his side as he arrived at the village he knew to be Hogun's. He was greeted by his old friend, who noted his weary appearance and welcomed him to his home.<br /><br />The crops were in full bloom, corn sweet and silver on the stalk, not quite ready for harvest, but tempting, none the less. He'd slip out of the house Hogun had invited him into at night to explore the fields, enjoying the feeling of life they gave, something sorely missed in his world of death.<br /><br />Hogun knew he went out, he was too aware of his surroundings not to, but he said nothing about it, not even when Loki would sleep in the next morning, or nap that afternoon.<br /><br />Slowly, Loki tried to heal.<br /><br /><b>Fall</b><br /><br />Frost hit early that year, killing many of the crops as the cold and ice lingered more than a week over the once-healthy food that grew in the fields. Hunters moved out to try to get enough meat to make up for the loss of crops.<br /><br />But with the freeze, even the plants that prey fed on had died, leaving few animals to hunt.<br /><br />Famine swept across the land.<br /><br />Loki became busy, trying to push away the cold, but no matter how hard he tried, removing cold was not within his abilities. He watched helplessly as yet another realm he tried to call home slowly died off.<br /><br />But people survived famines. Perhaps not in great numbers, but they would survive.<br /><br /><b>Winter</b><br /><br />With the poor nutrition and cold, a plague came that Loki had seen before.<br /><br />Around him, the vanir grew sick, weak and feverish, with a wet cough that Loki would never forget the sound of.<br /><br />Hogun took ill first, and Loki would rise before dark had broken to prepare what little food they had, warm broth and bread, to tend to his sick friend, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time he'd prevent the death of someone he cared about.<br /><br />Just one person, he prayed. He and Hogun had never been that close, but he was all he had left.<br /><br />But there was no one to answer. After all, who could the gods pray to?<br /><br /><b>Spring</b><br /><br />The spring brought wind storms and lightning, making it too treacherous to plant a new crop. Even if the weather was cooperative, there was hardly anybody left to plant. Everyone was either starved or sick and it seeemd the past was just repeating itself over and over again. Even when other factors came into play, it always went back to an illness.<br /><br />Hogun, despite Loki's best efforts, passed away in mid spring, just when flowers had sprouted on the trees and in the fields. Nobody else remained.<br /><br />Loki buried his last friend under the willow tree in his yard and left another dead realm behind.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:68543[Loki; PG] The Red Horse2014-04-02T01:17:26Z2014-05-02T22:08:04Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki Laufeyson; Marvel Cinematic Universe (AU)<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Notes:</b> Written using themes from 4Purposes@LJ; Summer:tall trees stood in the sunlight, Fall: proof of your transience, Winter: the wolf breaks free, Spring: and blushing roses for my brow <br /><b>Title:</b> The Red Horse<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 684<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Her name was Sigyn.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>A red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.</i><br />-Revelation 6:3-4 NASB</font><br /><br /><b>Summer</b><br /><br />Her name was Sigyn.<br /><br />She was an Asgardian that had moved to Alfheim years before the plague. She lived on the outskirts of Alfheim's capital city, beneath tall trees that filtered the bright sunlight of the summer into soft shade and cool breezes.<br /><br />He loved her immediately.<br /><br />They wed beneath those trees, just the two of them exchanging vows of loyalty, honor, and love. Loki, still grieving his family, felt that he could finally recover from watching his homeland die, if it had led him to her arms.<br /><br />Then Alfheim fell into chaos. There were rumors of the wells being poisoned, killing off the lower class. The royals remained untouched, and civil unrest began to leak into the public.<br /><br />Sigyn and Loki, isolated away from the city, seemed safe.<br /><br />At least for the moment.<br /><br /><b>Fall</b><br /><br />Happiness could be a fleeting thing. Transient.<br /><br />Civil war was declared. Not that it was much of a war, everyone was dying anyway from the poison, though it brought back memories of Asgard enough to make Loki want to leave entirely. Take Sigyn and never look back.<br /><br />By the time fall had come, those tall trees turning brilliant colors, war had spread to all of Alfheim, not just in the capital city as more and more people fell ill with the poison- plauge -and Loki and Sigyn found themselves caught in it.<br /><br />Their small home and beautiful trees were overrun, burned to the ground as Loki took Sigyn and fled. She was strong, a warrior the same as any in Asgard, but she was out of practice, and more importantly, pregnant, and Loki wanted to protect her and the child more than he wanted to hold onto a piece of land.<br /><br />But they quickly found there was no place to go but into the heart of the fighting, back to the center of the war.<br /><br />They wanted to take the World Tree to Vanaheim; Hogun may yet be there, they'd have a safe place to go. But the way to the world tree ran them straight into the capital city.<br /><br />Loki left her alone to scout a safe path. He came back to find her a victim of the war.<br /><br />Happiness was fleeting.<br /><br />Anger was not.<br /><br /><b>Winter</b><br /><br />The Fenris wolf still sat chained to the World Tree, awaiting the chance to spill the blood of those who'd chained him. Those who had were long gone, but that didn't mean Loki couldn't direct the wolf to Alfheim.<br /><br />War had claimed his wife and unborn child.<br /><br />The wolf would consume the war and all who'd fought.<br /><br />Loki slipped silently to the Tree, to Fenrir's waiting place. There, he made a deal. Freedom for Alfheim's destruction.<br /><br />Fenrir agreed, and all too happily.<br /><br />Loki wondered what he'd unleashed as he bust through the chains that held the wolf, but Fenrir kept his side, running howling into Alfheim. Elves were attacked, fell to claw and tooth. Loki watched from a safe distance, watching as his wife's murderers were made to pay for taking the last good thing Loki had from him.<br /><br />His vengeance was swift and painful.<br /><br />The war ended with everyone dead. Ill, murdered, injured. Even the Fenris wolf had fallen ill from the elves he'd consumed, poisoned by the water they'd been first poisoned with.<br /><br />Alfheim was dead.<br /><br /><b>Spring</b><br /><br />Loki lingered longer than he should've. He'd found Sigyn and buried her by the rose bushes where they'd lived, the trees now burned shadows of the beauty they'd once been. <br /><br />Spring came as Loki remained, trying to rebuild as if Sigyn might return to him somehow if he just could set things back to the way they were.<br /><br />But she didn't. She was in Hela's realm, now. The only way Loki would see her again was to join her and his family there in death.<br /><br />It was sorely tempting.<br /><br />But Loki was grieving, bargaining, and that was not the way to do it, he knew that.<br /><br />So just as the roses bloomed, he returned to the World Tree and left another empty realm behind.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:68322[Loki; PG] The White Horse2014-03-31T01:17:50Z2014-05-02T22:08:15Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki; Marvel Cinematic Universe, highly AU.<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Notes:</b> Written with 4purposes themes Summer: the pavements are burning, Fall: Autumn swiftly stole the breath, Winter: some are born to endless night, and Spring: spring will be a little slow to start.<br /><b>Title:</b> The White Horse<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 656<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Loki typically got sick during the hottest weeks of summer, the ground burning with heat, even the grass too warm to be a refuge from the brutal sun.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>"The horseman on the white horse was clad in a showy and barbarous attire. While his horse continued galloping, he was bending his bow in order to spread pestilence abroad. At his back swung the brass quiver filled with poisoned arrows, containing the germs of all diseases."</i><br />-Vicente Blasco Ibáñez</font><br /><br /><b>Summer</b><br /><br />Loki typically got sick during the hottest weeks of summer, the ground burning with heat, even the grass too warm to be a refuge from the brutal sun.<br /><br />But this year, it was not him that got sick, but all of Asgard.<br /><br />The plague crept in on the breath of the wind, on the backs of the fauna, in their fleas, in their saliva, in their feces and anything else they could use to infect the population. It started in the lower classes, and slowly worked its way up until even the royals were caught.<br /><br />Except Loki.<br /><br />He assumed it had to do with his heritage; as much as he resented it, it sometimes proved useful, a family secret though it was. While the Asgardian race and the Vanir race suffered from fever and wet coughs, Loki remained free of illness, barring his usual fatigue that came with the heat.<br /><br />He searched Midgard for the cure. He found nothing.<br /><br /><b>Fall</b><br /><br />The plague was a slow killer. It took agonizing weeks to die from it, and the healing room was helpless to stop it, no matter what they did to isolate the virus. It was something new, something no one could understand. They asked Loki to be tested for his immunity, but he declined, not at all gracefully, but his secret couldn't get out.<br /><br />As autumn hit, people finally started to die off, escaping the pain of the illness.<br /><br />Of the royals, Odin was first to go. The family mourned as best they could, with Loki and Thor still responsible for their mother, who had perhaps gotten hit harder than Odin had. Odin was just older with a poorer immune system.<br /><br />Then Thor took ill, leaving just Loki.<br /><br />Then in late fall, the illness stole the breath of their beloved mother, and the level of grief that landed on Loki's shoulders as he told his ill brother the sad news was almost ecstatic, a level of passionate feelings that seemed only capable by Loki.<br /><br />So with his parents both sent off to the great stars, Loki tended to the only family he had left.<br /><br /><b>Winter</b><br /><br />With the cold, the illness spread to everyone in Asgard, until it seemed Loki was the only one not ill. As the cold slowed down breathing, heartbeats, attacked immune systems until there was no one in the healing room to help fight at least the symptoms so that death would come more comfortably.<br /><br />Loki remained healthy.<br /><br />Even when Thor succumbed and passed on.<br /><br />Asgard was left to his care, not that there was much to care for anymore. <br /><br />The kingdom fell into twilight, the royals gone save one, one last remaining healthy person alive. Nobody was free of it. Everyone was infected.<br /><br />Slowly, people died off and the stars began to dim.<br /><br />And winter held its grip on the kingdom.<br /><br /><b>Spring</b><br /><br />There was no one left by the time the early hints of spring came about. Just Loki in an empty palace, ruler over a dead realm.<br /><br />He packed his few personal weapons, took Gungnir and headed for the bifrost. Heimdall was gone, they were all gone.<br /><br />Loki didn't know if the virus was still active, or if it'd die with the rest of the population, but he didn't dare leave it to chance. So summoning all his strength, all his power as a Jotun, a force of nature, he pushed forward with his might. The waterfall froze, ice traveling and stopping the flow of the water all the way up to the boundaries of the houses and palace that his family once called home. Frost climbed the walls, until the very highest tower glimmered with ice and snow as the skies clouded over and wept bitter, frozen tears.<br /><br />Spring would no longer come to Asgard. Not until Loki returned to open the icy tomb.<br /><br />With his homeland sleeping, he turned and left.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:67288[Loki/Sif; PG] I Loved Her First2013-08-20T07:09:54Z2014-05-02T22:08:23Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki, Sif; Marvel Cinematic Universe (Thor)<br /><b>Rating:</b> PG<br /><b>Notes:</b> Set a damn long time pre-movie.<br /><b>Title:</b> I Loved Her First<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span><br /><b>Word Count:</b> 942<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>He was the first person to give her a chance.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>Third June, she said goodbye.<br />I watched her walk into the night.<br />The hardest thing I ever did was let her go.<br />We swore as friends we'd stay in touch,<br />Best of friends don't mean that much<br />When that phone call comes to tell you,<br />She's in love.</i><br />-Mark Wills</font><br /><br />He was the first person to give her a chance. All her opponents in Odin’s annual tournament mocked and scorned her for being a woman. She proved them all wrong, their laughter burning an unforgiving scar in her. But not Loki’s laughter. He laughs and says it’s only about time they gave him a challenge.<br /><br />He wins, but unlike any opponent to meet up with him before, he calls for his brother to take her next. Even though she had not earned that honor; nobody earned the honor of facing down Thor; nobody could get by his brother. But Loki invites this challenge, and Sif does not understand why.<br /><br />He tells her indirectly when she is seated at a place of honor by the royal family and their closest friends, the famous Warriors Three. Loki introduces them, tells his father and mother of Sif’s skills in battle, and both the king and queen praise her. Sif feels herself grow hot.<br /><br />When food is done, dancing and making merry comes next. In the past, Loki stayed on the sidelines, telling stories to anyone who’d listen. But this time he grabs Sif and drags her out into the dancers, spinning her round until both are laughing and dizzy.<br /><br />“I did not know you danced, Prince Loki,” she says as they walk off the dancing area.<br /><br />He smiles. “I never had a partner worth my time,” he replies, and her head spins all over again as she stares at that charming smile, notices those bewitching eyes.<br /><br />His eyes enchant her. They’re blue, stained-glass blue, but sometimes they’re as green as his formal armor, or gray as the storms his brother summons. They captivate her and she could stare at them forever.<br /><br /><div align="”center”">***</div><br /><br />He falls for her easily; she is rough around the edges, but she fits in well with their little group, keeping Fandral and the others in line. Loki laughs when she mouths off to Thor. “She’s your sort of girl,” Thor tells him with a growl after having his ears burned off by her words.<br /><br />Loki simply laughs. “She is, isn’t she? She’s fascinating. Give her an inch, and she takes a mile.”<br /><br />“I’d say she took more than a mile,” Thor complains.<br /><br />But the idea is planted, and falling is the next step, a leap he gladly takes as he charms her, transmutes her small gifts, a pendant with a protection spell on it to protect her in battle. She finds it eminently practical and accepts it with a blush, and a rough thanks.<br /><br />When he kisses her the first time, it’s like the ground spins out from under him. Her lips are smooth against his and willing after a moment of shock. Her arms wrap around his neck, the armor on her bracers digging into the back of his skull, but he doesn’t mind, pulls her tighter against him as they continue with a kiss that deepens, intensifies, until both must withdraw for need of breathing.<br /><br />She stares up at him, a flattering shade of red, then smiles. “I hoped you would,” she says quietly.<br /><br />He smiles himself, resting his forehead against hers. “And that, my dear, is what I hoped you’d say if I did.”<br /><br /><div align="”center”">***</div><br /><br />They spend their nights in his quarters, enjoying the warmth of each other and the closeness, though sex plays its role. But even the sex is soft and warming, explorative and gentle, not at all like the brutal loveplay the elder generation of men and women would brag about. Let them have their ways. For Loki and his companion, they had their own ways, and it suits them, her a goddess and him her faithful companion.<br /><br />She tells him one night, curled up against his side, resting on his arm, tells him that she loves him, thanks him for giving her a chance. Nobody had ever been good enough for the youngest Asgardian prince. Thor had found several ladies good enough for trysts, but Loki had always remained aloof, and she felt lucky that he’d warmed to her.<br /><br />He smiles,kisses her and reminds her that he chose that because she was worthy on her own merits. She deserved her place in their group. They deserved each other.<br /><br />He kisses her, then pulls her tight against him and falls asleep.<br /><br /><div align="”center”">***</div><br /><br />He watches. Sometimes he thinks that nobody realizes it, but he does. He reads people better than they read themselves. But he watches and always sees, sees where peoples’ hearts will follow, and he watches from an increasing distance as Sif becomes drawn more and more to the intense heat and light of his older brother.<br /><br />It’s subtle at first, just lingering glances, smiles too bright, leaving Loki’s side to speak to Thor. But he sees it coming.<br /><br />She is leaving him for his brother. The golden child of Asgard is unwittingly stealing the one thing that had been Loki’s above all else.<br /><br />And the rage starts.<br /><br />He doesn't know her, not anymore. What was once a thriving love story has withered to a dying friendship.<br /><br />He keeps his feelings to himself, out of respect for their mutual friends and family. But under the surface, ill feelings simmer, feelings that he can't tell if they're mutual or not. Does she even regret the loss? Does she miss their companionship?<br /><br />He doubts it.<br /><br /><div align="”center”">***</div><br /><br />His eyes are enchanting. She always thought that, even when her heart had strayed. But she sees only the blue ice in them now, cold as Jotunheim’s heart.<br /><br />And she knows she has no one else to blame.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:65932[Loki, Thor; G] The Least Of These2013-03-19T02:21:03Z2014-05-03T19:35:57Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki, Thor; Marvel Movie Continuity<br /><b>Rating:</b> G<br /><b>Notes:</b> Set when the boys were whatever the Asgardian equivalent of fourteen is.<br /><b>Title:</b> The Least Of These<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 2038<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Loki liked to walk along the river banks in winter, studying patterns in ice and the way his booted feet left a distinctive trail behind him, the way he could make whatever tracks he wanted by manipulating how he walked and where he stepped.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Loki liked to walk along the river banks in winter, studying patterns in ice and the way his booted feet left a distinctive trail behind him, the way he could make whatever tracks he wanted by manipulating how he walked and where he stepped.<br /><br />"Brother, wait up!"<br /><br />Loki stopped midstep and half-turned, looking behind him. His brother, bundled in more furs than Loki was, hopped from step to step of Loki's footprints until he'd caught up with him. "What're you doing down here?" Thor asked, pulling a scarf of fur up over his nose. "It's too cold to be out by the ice."<br /><br />"Maybe for you," Loki said, turning back and taking as wide and long steps as possible as he resumed walking. "But you know I like the cold."<br /><br />"You're strange that way," Thor said in some sort of agreement as he followed Loki's footsteps, barely reaching the wide steps Loki had taken to plant his feet in Loki's footprints.<br /><br />"And heat makes me ill," Loki argued. "I think liking something that <i>doesn't</i> make me sick is hardly strange. If you're cold, go home."<br /><br />"And leave you here to brood?" Thor demanded, finally hopping over next to Loki and walking beside him normally.<br /><br />Loki stopped and looked at him. "I am not brooding. I'm enjoying weather I find preferrable." He continued walking in a normal fashion this time. "And this way, you cannot push me into the water just to save me drowning."<br /><br />"Brother, be fair," Thor protested. "I only did that once, and I didn't know you couldn't swim."<br /><br />"How can you not know I don't know how to swim?" Loki asked, watching the way the snow crunched underfoot. "You are with me nearly at all times. When would I have learned to swim? When you weren't looking?"<br /><br />"Do we really have to have this argument again?" Thor asked tiredly. "I was wrong, and I apologized, and you got me back later. Be glad I do not shove you out onto the ice."<br /><br />Loki paused again in his steps, looking around. He could've sworn he'd heard a noise that didn't belong in the cold morning still. A small animal, it sounded like.<br /><br />"Brother?" Thor leaned over Loki's shoulder, looking in the same general direction Loki was. Loki held up a hand, shushing his brother, then followed the sounds closer to the base of the Rainbow Road's bridge they were approaching. Thor followed, not entirely silently, again trying to get his brother's attention.<br /><br />"Quiet, Thor," Loki snapped. "I hear something. You're making it hard to track."<br /><br />Thor sighed. "Brother, you need to stop chasing things. Honestly, you're part animal."<br /><br />Loki gave him a sour look. "I am not either," he said, then crept forward, under one of the supports, searching where snow had not touched.<br /><br />In the mud was a dirty little kitten, mewing pitfully. It seemed hurt, or perhaps sick, or perhaps just freezing in the cold. Loki crouched next to it, taking off his coat and wrapping it around the tiny animal, lifting it up against him. The kitten cried more, weakly trying to burrow into the fur of Loki's cloak.<br /><br />Thor came up behind Loki. "It looks like it's sick," he said, studying the tiny ball of fluff in Loki's cloak.<br /><br />"Probably from the cold," Loki said, hefting his coat up into his arms to cradle the kitten. "I'm going back in with it, see if a warmer environment won't help."<br /><br />Thor followed him as Loki began walking back to the palace. "Are you sure Father will let you keep a pet?" he asked.<br /><br />"I'll ask Mother first," Loki said. "She can talk him into it."<br /><br />Thor gave him a disapproving look. "Someday, you have to stop hiding behind Mother's skirts, Loki."<br /><br />Loki shot him an annoyed look. "And you have to stop hiding behind Father's cape."<br /><br />"I do not!"<br /><br />Loki didn't listen to him, hurrying his steps as the kitten's cries became quieter. "Don't you die on me," he whispered. "That'd be very inconsiderate of you." He hurried back into the palace, heading to the outer rooms to his and Thor's bedrooms. "Brother, go get Mother," he said to Thor, who was still following him.<br /><br />Thor spun around mid-step and ran off to find their mother while Loki settled his fur cloak down on the floor near the fireplace, trying to make a comfortable bed for the kitten as he gingerly handled the tiny animal, settling it in the middle. "That should warm you up," he said quietly.<br /><br />The kitten looked very sick, half-drowned and shivering, but how much of that was from the cold it'd been in previously was hard to say. Its eyes were squeezed shut with a thin layer of crust over them. Its meows sounded weak. Loki hoped it was just cold and would be better with some warm milk and a warm place to recover.<br /><br />"Loki?" His mother's voice accompanied the sound of his front room's door opening. Loki looked up to see his mother and Thor entering the room. "Oh, Loki, what did you find this time?" she asked, stepping over by him and crouching down.<br /><br />"A cat," Loki said. "She doesn't look to be doing very well."<br /><br />Frigga gently handled the kitten, which protested being removed from it's warm and furry spot with a weak-sounding meow. "It's so thin. I'd say it's very young." She turned to one of her ladies in waiting that had followed her faithfully. "Go to the kitchens, tell them I request a small bottle of warm milk at the boys' rooms."<br /><br />While the lady in waiting bowed and left, Loki looked up at his mother. "Is she sick?"<br /><br />"I can't tell, Loki," Frigga said gently. "We'll do our best to take care of her, though."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /><br />"Brother?"<br /><br />Loki jerked awake, looking around blearily. Thor was crouched near him, looking at him in worry. Loki sat up from his spot on the floor next to the bundle of furs the kitten was nearly lost in. "What is it?"<br /><br />Thor glanced at the fire. "You fell asleep out here?"<br /><br />Loki rubbed a hand over his face. "I guess I did," he said. He peered into the pile of furs that used to be his outdoor cloak, looking for the gray and white kitten. He finally found her curled into a ball, sleeping, but not at all well, it looked like. He reached out and gently stroked the fur on her head. "She still feels cold."<br /><br />Thor sat down next to him, crossing his legs underneath him. "Perhaps she is sick," he suggested. "Brother, you shouldn't get too attached until we know she will survive."<br /><br />"I know," Loki said quietly, still stroking the kitten's fur. "But that doesn't mean I shouldn't try to help her."<br /><br />"You're already attached," Thor said, watching him with a sad smile that Loki caught out of the corner of his eye.<br /><br />"I don't know," Loki said. "I am invested, at any rate."<br /><br />Thor sighed, reaching out and placing his hand on Loki's shoulder. "You're going to cry when she doesn't make it."<br /><br />"I will not," Loki protested half-heartedly.<br /><br />"You will," Thor said. "And I will be there as a shoulder to do it on."<br /><br />Loki took a deep breath, then looked at his brother. "As long as you don't tell anyone."<br /><br />Thor gave him a faint smile. "I wouldn't dream of it." He patted Loki's shoulder before dropping his hand. "You're going to sleep out here, even if I try to bodily drag you back to your bed, aren't you?"<br /><br />Loki nodded. "I am. You can go back to bed, I'll keep quiet."<br /><br />"I'll stay here with you," Thor said, then stood. "However, I'm getting my pillow. You can lay your head on the floor if you want."<br /><br />While Thor left the room to his bedroom, Loki laid back down, the kitten and furs between himself and the fireplace, and reached out and stroked the kitten's fur gently while he waited for his brother, or sleep, whichever managed to reach him first.<br /><br />Sleep won, Loki already out before his brother returned with his pillow. He awoke to a servant tending to the fire. Thor snored quietly at his feet. The servant apologized for waking him, then left the room once the fire was properly roaring. He almost barely noted the event if he hadn't paused to check on the kitten.<br /><br />She hadn't made it.<br /><br />He sat up, hugging his knees as his eyes grew wet. His brother was right, he'd gotten attached, had hoped that care and warmth would let the animal thrive, but she'd just been sick, and all he'd succeeded in doing was giving her a warm place and loving hands to die in.<br /><br />"Brother?"<br /><br />Thor's voice again jolted him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hide the tears. "Go back to sleep, Brother," he said with a thick voice.<br /><br />Thor sat up and moved beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I am sorry," he said softly. "Don't worry, your grief is safe with me." Loki leaned his head against his brother's shoulder and wept silently. Thor sighed against him. "You were always too soft-hearted for your own good."<br /><br />Loki elbowed him half-heartedly. "Take that back," he said, rubbing his eyes furiously to dry the tears.<br /><br />"I cannot change the truth, Brother," Thor said. "And you know it is truth. But it is our truth, and I'll not share it with anyone you do not want to know."<br /><br />Thor called in servants to take the kitten and the soiled furs away. Loki sat numbly, staring at the fire, eyes sore from crying. Once the furs and kitten were gone, Thor sat back down next to him. "Are you going to be okay?"<br /><br />Loki nodded. "I will be fine." He looked at his brother. "You don't think me weak for mourning?"<br /><br />Thor shook his head. "Mourning takes strength, Brother," he said. "To care deeply about something, no matter how small that is what it is to be strong. I was not as attached as you were, but I mourn her loss, as well. If she'd thrived under your care, she would've made a fine companion. But you did what you could. She went in a warm place, loved and protected, rather than abandoned and freezing by the river."<br /><br />Loki looked over at him with a small smile. "You'll make a good ruler some day. Assuming you ever get ahold of your temper."<br /><br />Thor scowled. "I do not have a bad temper."<br /><br />"You do," Loki said. "But that's okay, everyone loves you for it."<br /><br />"Even you?" Thor asked with a cocky smile.<br /><br />Loki rolled his eyes. "Even me," he said. "And never doubt that, even when I think you're being a giant jerk."<br /><br />Thor looked offended. "I am never a big jerk."<br /><br />"Liar."<br /><br />Thor grumbled. "You can be, too, with your little pranks."<br /><br />"Those?" Loki grinned. "Merely payback to you. Or fun. Whichever suits my purpose at the time."<br /><br />"Big jerk," Thor retorted. Then his scowl faded to a sympathetic smile. "Are you feeling any better, Brother?"<br /><br />Loki considered a moment, then nodded. "If you don't mind, however, I think I'll stay out here for tonight."<br /><br />"Then I will stay with you," Thor said. He got up and headed back into Loki's room. Loki watched him go, frowning in bewilderment. What the hell was his brother doing in his room?<br /><br />Thor returned a minute later with Loki's pillow and a couple blankets. "Here," he said, tossing down Loki's pillow onto his head. "You'll not sleep with your head on the floor like a heathen. We're civilized people here." He dropped one of the blankets on top of Loki, then settled back down on his own pillow by Loki's feet and draped the other blanket on top of himself. "Now sleep, Brother. You've earned it."<br /><br />Loki curled up under his blanket, watching the fire. "Thank you, Brother," he said.<br /><br />Thor closed his eyes. "It's what I'm here for." A few minutes later, Loki heard Thor's quiet snoring. He huddled down under the blanket, watching the fire for a bit longer, before drifting off himself.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:60116[Thor, Loki; G] Your Winter2012-06-17T22:38:17Z2014-05-02T22:09:51Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Thor, Loki; Marvel Movie Continuity<br /><b>Rating:</b> G<br /><b>Notes:</b> Grab your kleenex.<br /><b>Title:</b> Your Winter<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 1117<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Thor just couldn't understand where they'd gone wrong.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="2"><i>You read my eyes just like your diary,<br />Oh remember, please remember.<br />Well, I'm not a beggar, but what's more,<br />If I hurt you, then I hate myself,<br />And I don't wanna hate myself,<br />Don't wanna hurt you.<br />Why do you choose that pain?<br />If you only knew how much I love you.</i><br />-Sister Hazel</font><br /><br />Thor just couldn't understand where they'd gone wrong. Oh, he knew where his father had gone wrong, so many times over. Thor had lost a lot of respect for his father when he found out about Loki's true parentage and guessed what Odin's intentions had been for the boy properly named Loki Laufeyson.<br /><br />But where had he gone wrong? He'd been oblivious to Loki's pain as the child in the shadows, yes, but even then, they'd played together, fought together, done nearly everything together. Surely that counted for something. Something. Anything. Something worth more than that hatred in his brother's eyes. Thor couldn't stomach it, couldn't stand the look of ... of glee Loki had when he thought he'd killed him. That smile when he said "shall we test that?"<br /><br />But he'd caught something. Something he wasn't sure he'd actually seen. Both times he told Loki to come home, to end this together, something had wavered in Loki's eyes. Just briefly, before that arrogant smile had come back. "Sentiment," he'd said. A sentiment Loki had shared at one time, hadn't he? Loki had told him to never doubt that he loved him, and Thor believed that, believed it still.<br /><br />Leaving Mjolnir in his room, Thor wandered down through the palace halls until he came to the holding cell they'd built for Loki while Odin decided what to do with him. They couldn't exile him, he'd proved that he could still make chaos without the bifrost or Odin's help to get around. Keeping him was dangerous, but there seemed no other choice at the moment.<br /><br />It didn't look much different from what Fury had set up for containing Banner's 'other guy' that they used on Loki. It was clear on all sides, with guards posted. Loki could influence a man's mind, but not without his words, and that trap over his mouth prevented that. He couldn't project an illusion outside of those walls, so that did him little good, and any energy he could summon couldn't break through the walls. As far as they could see, Loki was effectively trapped.<br /><br />Loki was sitting on the floor in the middle of his cell, crosslegged, bound hands resting on his knees and head bowed. He lifted his head as Thor drew near, looking up at him with that same contempt that had marred his face when he tried to kill Thor. That vicious smile. Thor looked down at him, trying to find those traces of his brother he'd seen, seeing nothing but the man who had let loose an army to destroy an entire world. Just to be a petty king over a petty people.<br /><br />Thor dismissed the guards, much to their protest; the king had set them there, and it was only under threat to Mjolnir's wrath did they obey the prince. That seemed to have Loki's attention, who watched the guards go with a worried curiosity, then stood, facing his brother, bound and gagged.<br /><br />"Why did you do it, Loki?"<br /><br />Loki stared at him, unanswering. How could he answer? He couldn't speak. That didn't matter to Thor, he wanted to see regret in his brother's eyes, something to say he was merely mad with some disease, some outside influence and that it wasn't truly him that did it.<br /><br />Loki just stared at him, silent, unmoving. He saw nothing but a stubborn pride in his brother's eyes.<br /><br />Thor's fist hit the glass. "Damnit, Loki! I know we have wronged you. I know I never saw your pain. I was a child, with a child's selfishness, but I still loved you! I still do! Does that mean nothing to you?" He unballed his fist, hand splayed against the glass as he lifted his other hand to do the same. "I'm sorry, I will apologize until the day you say enough, if you'll just <i>come home</i>. I will speak to the Allfather on your behalf, I know you tried to once for me. I'll even ask him to step down if I have to, to get you your freedom, your forgiveness. I've already forgiven you, Brother, just. Please. Why?"<br /><br />Loki stepped over, pressing his hands against the glass where Thor's were, then leaned his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes. Thor rested his head against Loki's through the glass. "Come home, Brother, please. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't look at me like that again."<br /><br />For a brief moment, Loki remained unmoving, then he opened his eyes and looked up at Thor, his eyes wet as Thor had sworn they'd been those two times before. There was a smile in his eyes, and Thor laughed. "Sentiment, I know. Please, you're my brother. You said once to never doubt that you loved me and I still don't, Brother. Come home. Whatever madness you experience, we will work through it, together. Whatever wrongs I have done you, I will spend the rest of my life undoing them."<br /><br />Loki dropped his hands, taking a step back, and shook his head, before moving to sit back down in the center of his cell. Thor felt his expression start to crumple as his heart broke. "Please," he begged. "Anything, just let us be brothers again."<br /><br />For an instant, there was something lost and haunted in Loki's eyes. Something small and scared and looking to his brother to chase away the boogieman under their beds. Then Loki closed his eyes and looked down at his hands. He clenched his fists and looked back up, regret clear in his eyes. <br /><br />Thor smiled hopefully. "I'll talk to the Allfather, you'll be released, you have my word."<br /><br />Loki shook his head. Thor had no idea what it could mean, except that his brother, despite his regret, did not want to be family again. Again, Thor pounded his fist on the glass. "Loki!" he shouted. "Please, what do you want from me? Anything and it's yours."<br /><br />No. Loki bowed his head again and refused to look back up at Thor. Thor could feel his heart breaking in his chest. "Very well, Brother," he said quietly, voice thick. "But know that my offer stands, no matter how long or what else you may do. I will never rescind my forgiveness, nor my love."<br /><br />Loki's eyes darted up, that amused smile there again. Thor smiled faintly. "Sentiment, I know. Always."<br /><br />With that, he turned and left Loki to his thoughts, whatever they might be, still hoping that his brother would return. He still wanted to know where he'd gone so wrong to bring about the madness that he saw on Earth, but he'd seen a glimpse of his brother, and he held onto that hope with all his strength.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:59475[Loki, Thor; G] Dream Catcher2012-06-08T23:58:27Z2014-05-02T22:10:15Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki, Thor; Marvel Movie Continuity<br /><b>Rating:</b> G<br /><b>Notes:</b> Written far pre-Thor, when the boys were still just kids.<br /><b>Title:</b> Dream Catcher<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 545<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>"Loki Laufeyson, you were mine once, you'll be mine again," a voice growled.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>"Loki Laufeyson, you were mine once, you'll be mine again," a voice growled. It was cold, so cold, but Loki barely felt it past the ice and snow.<br /><br />The little boy woke with a start when he fell off his bed, only his feet tangled in blankets. That explained why everything seemed cold, he'd kicked off the blankets.<br /><br />And fallen out of bed. Right, not telling his brother about that.<br /><br />The young child (young was relative, he was over two hundred years old, but his race aged slowly) untangled from his blankets, not bothering to straighten his bed as he got up, rubbing a hand over his tired face. Another nightmare. Loki sighed, looking at his bed. He wanted more sleep, but he couldn't get that name out of his head. Laufeyson! He was Odin's son, he was Loki Odinson!<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />Loki slipped out of his room, making himself unnoticeable to the guards as he made his way down the hall to Thor's room. He opened the door, letting in light.<br /><br />Thor looked slow to awake, but he woke up, lifting his head to look at the door. "Loki? What is it?"<br /><br />"May I sleep here tonight?" Loki asked. "My room's cold."<br /><br />"Your room is cold every time you have a nightmare," Thor said, sitting up to slide over on his bed. He patted the empty space beside him. "What was it this time? Same one?"<br /><br />Loki shut the door and hurried over to his brother's bed, crawling in under the covers. "Same one. I don't understand, why would anyone call me Laufeyson? I'm your brother, our father's son, same as you."<br /><br />"You're just having bad dreams," his brother assured him, settling back down on his side to face his younger brother. "Why don't you talk to Father about them?"<br /><br />Loki scowled. "I don't want to bother him with it, he might be hurt. And I won't tell Mother because she'll just fuss, and you know I hate her fussing."<br /><br />"Hate it? Whatever, you revel in it, Mama's Boy," Thor teased. "You know you're her favorite."<br /><br />"Am not," Loki protested, sticking his tongue out as his brother. "You know you're everyone's favorite."<br /><br />"Maybe so," Thor agreed, "but you're <i>my</i> favorite."<br /><br />That mollified Loki quite a bit; he hated being in his brother's shadow at the palace, but he had his brother's love, love nobody else got to share, which made him happy.<br /><br />"Now, I have a question," Thor said, looking at his brother with serious eyes.<br /><br />Loki blinked. "What is it?"<br /><br />"What <i>are</i> you going to do when we grow up and you can't hide in my room anymore from nightmares?"<br /><br />Loki frowned. He didn't want to be that old, but the day would come, he knew it. "I'll deal with it," he said. "But I don't have to right now, so why should I?"<br /><br />Thor laughed. "Your logic. All right, to sleep with you, and stop throwing the covers off. For someone who hates a cold room, you sure like to throw blankets everywhere."<br /><br />"I do not either," the younger brother protested.<br /><br />Thor reached over tiredly and ruffled his brother's hair. "Says you. Now sleep."<br /><br />Loki curled up tighter against his brother and fell asleep.<br /><br />He didn't dream after that.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:58975[Loki; G] Yes, Of Course2012-06-07T21:27:39Z2014-05-02T22:08:43Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki; Marvel movie continuity<br /><b>Rating:</b> G<br /><b>Notes:</b> 1character Zeta set themes. Set more in the Thor time period, so more brotherly love than there was in Avengers.<br /><b>Title:</b> Yes, Of Course<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 1640<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>Loki preferred to rely on his own bag of tricks to fight.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><font size="1"><i>1 - Swords</i></font><br /><br />While many in Asgard, including his own friends, fought with swords or other weapons, Loki preferred to rely on his own bag of tricks to fight.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>2 - Sorcery</i></font><br /><br />No one in Asgard could figure out Loki's magic, only he held such powers and he wielded them with a deadly edge; none dared cross him, no matter what weapon they used.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>3 - Rogue</i></font><br /><br />Loki was considered something of a rogue in Asgard, with a silver tongue and a penchant for mischeif that he rarely suffered consequences for.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>4 - Parti-colored</i></font><br /><br />When Loki found his true colors, found the monster under children's beds was him, it despaired him, and angered him that his father would not only lie to him, but use him.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>5 - Divination</i></font><br /><br />Nobody could've predicted the lengths Loki's growing hatred and anger would turn him to; Thor still stood in disbelief to see the destruction of Manhattan, knowing his brother was the cause.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>6 - Pillory</i></font><br /><br />When Thor returned with a captive Loki, the younger brother was left in the dungeon to await judgment from Odin for his crimes.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>7 - Chant</i></font><br /><br />Songs were sung in praise of Thor and his exploits, but Loki was rarely given even a mention, much less his own praises, though he be just as much a prince of Asgard as his brother.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>8 - Castle</i></font><br /><br />As princes of Asgard, there were few places in the palace the boys were not allowed, and they found all sorts of trouble trying to get into those few places.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>9 - Brocade</i></font><br /><br />When he first got his clothes for official ceremonies, such as his brother's upcoming coronation, he noticed a striking gold brocade among the greens and blacks and thought it suited him.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>10 - Priest(ess)</i></font><br /><br />Loki always knew he'd never rule Asgard, and he was content with that, content to let his brother rule instead, because if he really admitted it to himself (and never to anyone else), he worshiped the ground his brother walked on.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>11 - Dark Knight</i></font><br /><br />While Thor was the golden warrior, Loki was the dark one, like a moon in eclipse, standing steadily by his liege's side.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>12 - Evocation</i></font><br /><br />The two boys were light and dark, night and day, evoking the image a man of two parts, two pieces to a whole- a whole that happened to wreak havoc on Asgard at many given opportunities.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>13 - Market</i></font><br /><br />The ladies of Asgard sometimes seemed to view Thor as a piece of meat to be craved, to be fought over, to swoon for, while Loki was never even on the market.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>14 - Ordeal by Fire</i></font><br /><br />The fire of the Tesseract power in his staff burned his mind, opened it, expanded it, and filled it with the knowledge of other worlds, other realms; it burned away his heart and left room for nothing else.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>15 - Ordeal by Water</i></font><br /><br />When they were young, Thor once pushed Loki into the waters near the rainbow road, and Loki had nearly drowned, unable to swim, and when his brother dived in to save him and pulled him to shore, Loki immediately forgave the careless prank (although he got him back for it later).<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>16 - Dragon(fly)</i></font><br /><br />When upset, Loki would like to go to the water's edge and watch the dragonflies flit about; his brother would often find him and sit with him, and Loki was grateful for the comfort.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>17 - Giant</i></font><br /><br />Frost giants were the monsters under the beds of Asgardian childrens, creatures whispered about but never spoke out loud about, horrible beasts that would gladly level Asgard if only they could get there; when Loki found out he <i>was</i> one by birth, devastation, horror, anger and a deep sense of betryal washed over him.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>18 - Trickster</i></font><br /><br />Loki was known for mischief, and it didn't always win him friends, even amongst those he counted as friends- Sif, for example, was typically irritated with him and blamed him for things he never did.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>19 - Dungeon</i></font><br /><br />A special cell was built to hold Loki when he and Thor returned from Earth, for nothing they had prior could hope to hold him.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>20 - Scroll</i></font><br /><br />The knowledge Loki gained while in exile from his home was ancient and terrifying, and it never sat at the forefront of his mind, burrowing into the back of his brain and burning there, warping his mind and driving him mad.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>21 - Elemental</i></font><br /><br />Broken down to individual elements, the so-called Avengers should not have been enough to defeat Loki's army of Chitari, but as a team, they managed to destroy everything he'd worked for.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>22 - Ale</i></font><br /><br />While many in Asgard preferred a stout ale, Loki and his brother preferred a good wine.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>23 - Stew</i></font><br /><br />Loki held grudges easily, and always returned slights with interest after angrily stewing about it and coming up with the perfect prank to use.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>24 - Staff</i></font><br /><br />The staff the Chitari gave him enhanced all his powers, his possession ability was magnificently magnified, letting him take over several people at once instead of just one, it empowered him to destroy whatever he wanted and he never wanted to let it go.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>25 - Lore</i></font><br /><br />Odin's exploits on Midgard against the Frost Giants were things of legends, legends the boys happily listened to as children, a legend Loki no longer appreciated upon finding out about his true parentage.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>26 - Artifact</i></font><br /><br />In his escape, Loki learned how to use his mastery over ice as a Frost Giant without the artifact his adopted father had stolen from his people upon their defeat.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>27 - Gild</i></font><br /><br />When it came to light that much of Loki's actions were fueled by possession by the Tesseract, by the manipulations of the Chitari and their powers, Loki was let free to his old rooms instead of a prison cell, but it was nothing more than a gilded cage.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>28 - Lantern</i></font><br /><br />"A warm light for all of humanity," he'd said, like the Tesseract was nothing more than a lantern's glow for the humans to warm their hands over and wave around like children with power tools; Loki was all too happy to take that light away from them.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>29 - Chest</i></font><br /><br />Loki was the one that opened the suitcase with the stolen Tesseract once his men had settled at a site for Selvig to work; it was like opening a treasure chest with the greatest treasure in all of Asgard inside.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>30 - Alchemy</i></font><br /><br />Few people realized who was guilty when things would mysteriously transmute into other substances, except for Thor, who never failed to laugh when Loki performed his alchemy.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>31 - Potion</i></font><br /><br />Sometimes Loki wished there were some magical potion that would pull him out from his brother's shadow, make him shine as brightly as Thor's star did, but there wasn't, and Loki was left with his jealousies alone.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>32 - Doppleganger</i></font><br /><br />Loki's favorite trick was putting up illusions of himself for people to be fooled by; the best part was Thor <i>never</i> failed to fall for it.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>33 - Arrow</i></font><br /><br />He knew as soon as he caught Barton's arrow that it was about to blow up on him, and he had about a second to react before it sent the world spinning.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>34 - Map</i></font><br /><br />Everyone thought they knew the nine realms, but Loki knew ways nobody knew about, not even Heimdall, and he as he fell, he slipped into one and found new worlds.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>35 - Coin</i></font><br /><br />They were two sides of the same coin, brothers at heart, one dark, one light and rarely was one seen without the other.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>36 - Crusade</i></font><br /><br />Loki always followed Thor into his battles, supporting him and fighting along side him; he could never disappoint his brother as to stay behind.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>37 - Witch</i></font><br /><br />Once someone made the mistake of accusing Loki of foreign witchcraft, of being not of the aesir, and he smiled darkly and said "oh no, what I do is more powerful than the gods."<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>38 - Duel</i></font><br /><br />Sif and Loki got into a fight over Thor's attentions once, though Thor never knew about this; Loki emerged the victor and Sif never forgave nor forgot.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>39 - Boots</i></font><br /><br />Frigga handed the throne of Asgard to Loki as the sole remaining heir after his brother's banishment, and right away, at the disappointed looks on his friends' faces that it was not Thor there, he realized he had big boots to fill.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>40 - Chalice</i></font><br /><br />Loki heard from Selvig about Thor's gaffe in the cafe, flinging the coffee mug to the ground as if it were a chalice in Asgard, and he'd found it highly amusing.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>41 - Offering</i></font><br /><br />Loki had offered the simple exchange of the Tesseract and a battle to subjugate a race in exchange for the throne over the aftermath.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>42 - Sacrifice</i></font><br /><br />Loki sacrificed his sanity for the sake of power, for the sake of stepping out from Thor's shadow, for the sake of having something to call his own.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>43 - Stained Glass</i></font><br /><br />His eyes were a shade of blue only accomplished by sunlight through stained glass; everyone who saw him said they were his most striking feature, standin out against his dark hair.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>44 - Diadem</i></font><br /><br />Loki had worn the crown of Asgard, and it'd been a powerful scepter, inherited from Odin, but when he met the Chitari, the promise of the Tesseract as the crown jewel of his rule made his time as Asgard's king seem like practice for the real thing.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>45 - Epic</i></font><br /><br />The battles they fought were always large scale on ridiculous levels, sometimes taking on far more than healthy by just the two of them, but they always won.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>46 - King</i></font><br /><br />"Who controls the would-be king?" Thor had demanded, and that cut deep, the idea that his brother thought him controlled (though he was), and that his brother seemed to think him unfit for a throne.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>47 - Servant</i></font><br /><br />Loki had fun pranking the servants, turing wine into snakes as they brought new glasses for the princes of Asgard; Thor just scolded him for wasting good wine.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>48 - Fae</i></font><br /><br />Loki and his brother sometimes went to Elfheim to spar with the locals; after awhile, they closed their borders to their humiliating defeats at the hands of two Asgardian princes and no other force.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>49 - Prophecy</i></font><br /><br />There were no prophecies in the place to say which son would gain the throne, and none were needed, for Loki always knew it would be his older brother that took the throne.<br /><br /><font size="1"><i>50 - Destiny</i></font><br /><br />He was raised to be king, destined to take a throne, and when the throne of Asgard was denied him, he turned his eyes to Midgard.urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:chaotic_library:57916[Loki, Sif; G] When Fighting Monsters2012-05-28T01:36:31Z2014-05-02T22:08:51Z<b>Character/Series:</b> Loki, Sif; Marvel movie continuity<br /><b>Rating:</b> G<br /><b>Notes:</b> Written post-Avengers. Making some shit up because the movies haven't explained everything yet. I fully assume this will be Jossed.<br /><b>Title:</b> When Fighting Monsters<br /><b>Author:</b> <span class='ljuser' lj:user='yuuo' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='https://yuuo.insanejournal.com/'><b>yuuo</b></a></span> <br /><b>Word Count:</b> 921<br /><b>Summary:</b> <i>The cell they put him in was impressive.</i><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>The cell they put him in was impressive. It was a simple bars construct, but none of his powers could pierce past it. He couldn't bilocate an illusion to the other side, his small blasts of magic couldn't penetrate. He had only one trick left, and that was his invisibility, and he was not sure it'd work, either. He hadn't tested.<br /><br />They'd removed the shackles, thankfully. His dignity didn't need that much of a blow, but they'd left the infernal contraption over his mouth on. Obviously, nobody had care to talk to him.<br /><br />That was fine. He had little he wanted to say to any of them. He'd speak at his trial, if they allowed him, right before probably being banished to human form the way Thor had been, forever at the mercy of humans. With the so-called Avengers around, it wouldn't take long.<br /><br />If he could just get his hands back on the Tesseract. He could lay waste to Asgard and Midgard both. And this time, he'd use more than a piece of it for his personal weapon and forgo the army of mass destruction from other dimensions.<br /><br />If you want something done right, do it yourself.<br /><br />Footsteps echoed down the hall. The guards at his cell crossed their spears to cut off access as Sif came around the corner into sight. <br /><br />"No visitors, Lady Sif," one of the guards said. Loki didn't move from his seat, watching her with a predator's eye. She may be his key out of here.<br /><br />"I will speak to him, by order of Thor Odinson," Sif said, watching the two guards imperiously.<br /><br />The guards exchanged a look, then uncrossed their spears and walked down the hall and around both corners to give Sif and Loki some privacy.<br /><br />Now Loki got up, moving forward and leaning against the bars, his arms sliding through easily and folding in front of him, supporting him as he leaned forward. Behind his gag, he smiled.<br /><br />Sif eyed him evilly. "I always knew you'd be our traitor," she said, as if he could possibly reply.<br /><br /><i>Did you now,</i> he thought to himself. He continued to watch her as if she were prey, nothing more than an animal waiting to be hunted.<br /><br />She looked unnerved. "I thought you, of all people, should love Thor and your father more than any of us. I only wonder why."<br /><br />He straightened, grabbing the bars as he watched her with an increasingly angry look. How dare she! She saw what happened, right under all their noses, the way Thor was favored, Loki always shoved to the shadows, even though his brother was an idiot and thought of nothing but war. The unwanted son, the giant's son stolen from his cold temple and kept as mockery, a useful tool and little else. If his father had truly loved him, he would've given the throne to him when Thor proved an idiot. It was Loki that saved their lives by tattling, still ever respectful of his father, ever protecting that idiot, Thor.<br /><br />She only saw Thor though, in her love for him. Oh, he could see it, Sif loved Thor far more than any of them had ever loved him. She was jealous of that pitiful human woman. For no reason, Thor had given her little consideration when he last returned to Midgard to 'rescue' the Tesseract from Loki's grip.<br /><br />At the extended silence, Sif reached through the bars with a vicious right hook that knocked Loki off balance. The only thing that kept him from the floor was his grip on the bars of his cell. He snarled behind his mask of silence, straightening and before he could reach through the bars to grab her, she reached through and removed the mask. "Answer me," she demanded.<br /><br />He grabbed the front of her armor and pulled her closer than comfort demanded. "You of all people should know," he growled. "The way he simpers over that mortal woman while you pine away for him. I was a tool, not a son, while he was an idiot- even you admit he was out of control on Jotenheim; if I hadn't sent word to my father, we'd all be dead because of that fool. And yet you still love him. Love isn't good enough for him, is it?"<br /><br />Sif pushed herself away from his grip. He was weaker than her, without question, she was a warrior while he was a magician. "I don't need his love, just his friendship. You loved him more than I have ever. So it was petty jealousy that led to your betrayal?"<br /><br />"There was nothing petty about my jealousies," Loki spat. "And it'll eat you alive one day too, Sif. As he continues to love that woman, you'll wonder why you're not good enough for him, just I wasn't good enough for my father. You're not so different from me."<br /><br />She bared her teeth then slammed the mask of silence back over his mouth. "You've talked enough," she said. "Guards!" She turned on her heel and walked back down the hall as the guard returned.<br /><br />Loki settled back down on his bench seat, a smile on his face behind the mask. Even without his tricks, he could still cause hate and discontent. That was nice. She'd crack, like a little bird's egg. He was right about her, he could see it better than anyone else. She'd crack, just as he had. And maybe he'd have a hand in that.<br /><br />Just maybe.