Loki | MCU (subtletrick) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-12-31 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, !narrative, ~2019 january, ~25 points, ~~loki (subletrick) |
WHO - Loki (narrative)
WHAT - Arrival
WHEN - Evening, Dec. 31st
WHERE - Park
STATUS - Closed; narrative
>"Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian."
"Well for one thing, I'm not Asgardian." Pedantic? Yes. But it was accurate. It was another half of a second bought, paid for with petty words and hopefully leaving questions that would create hesitation, create some mystery, because Loki could use any form of advantage he could gain, any split-second of time he could buy. "And for another-" Head tipped back, chin up, something self-satisfied but not yet a smile teasing at the edges of his lips, belaying the sheer rush of fear going on behind the expression, "-We have the Hulk."
The green monstrosity roared, charging forward, and Loki's grip shifted on the Tesseract, prepared to toss it away and leap forwards to knock Thor out of the way of the beast's rampage-
-and instead he found himself suddenly transported somewhere else entirely, somewhere quiet and calm in an almost painful contrast to the hammering fear that still coursed through him. Loki took a moment to evaluate the situation, standing very still, only his eyes moving. This was not the shattered remains of the Asgardian refugee ship. This was ...Midgard? Earth? A park? There was grass, bright lamps lining simple paved pathways... a fountain.
There were no people. It was silent, and it was peaceful, and for a moment he remembered the gardens on Asgard, the glittering gold statues and the plants with many names, hiding among the hedges as a serpent waiting to spring at the gardeners, a child's prank. He had often done such things. Now Asgard was gone, and he had helped destroy it. Memories surged up and pulled him in, drowning him in a certain misplaced grief that he didn't fully understand for a world - and a people - he had never truly felt he belonged to.
The Tesseract in his hand hummed softly, a faint background noise that drew him back to himself and he shook himself from his stupor, stashing it away once more in the space between spaces, where it would be safe. He had no way to know what had happened, nor whether this was something Thanos had done. Had the stone in the Tesseract done this? Transported him here, taken him to safety? Perhaps, but it seemed unlikely. It wasn't sentient, and he hadn't made any sort of energy exchange to do so...
He spun slowly, taking in his surroundings in more detail, as his heart rate began to fall back to something that more closely resembled normal. It was late evening, it was winter, and he was here in Midgard... seemingly alone, as Thor did not appear to be anywhere in sight. He hoped Thanos would not take his disappearance as an invitation to finish destroying Thor.
...ugh.
A large part of Loki was disgusted by his sentimental weakness when it came to Thor. His brother had been a thorn in his side for so many years, now, and he had tried to kill him on numerous occasions, and yet when Thanos tried to do it, he stopped him. Foolish. Weak.
What would he have gained for Thor's death, though? Nothing. Thanos would have simply killed him, too, if he had not presented the Tesseract to him. Loki was not sure what happened to the things he held between-spaces if he were killed; perhaps the Tesseract would have simply ceased to exist, but there was no way to be sure. In the end, he had done what he had done, and now this had happened, and, well, what good was it to dwell on his poor decision-making?
The sun will shine on us again, brother.
Perhaps whatever had happened here, he could use to his advantage. If Thor lived, he would find him. If Thor did not live, he would avenge him. He needed help, however. He may have had an arrogant streak a mile long, yes, but even he knew when he could not accomplish something alone.
But he could accomplish it with help. He would need to find these friends of his brother's, these Avengers. He could find them, enlist them to assist Thor, explain only what he needed to in order to get them moving in the correct direction...
Yes. This would work.
Loki's form shimmered, shifting and warping slightly, until it was not Loki who stood there, but the god of thunder himself. He turned towards where he could see distant buildings, following the paved footpath, trying to walk like his brother, trying to hold himself like Thor did, trying to gether himself so that he would be prepared to act the part when his moment arrived.