Elliara Davenport was a 800 year old Vampire. Being turned at the age of 26. Living her existence has been one of the most challenging aspects of being a vampire. However they say with age comes wisdom. And for her? A lot more.
With her now being 80...
Loki walked out of the library, huffing. He was infuriated by Elliara. How dare she make a fool of him?!
He walked to the common room to find Tony sitting on the sofa, watching the television. Loki noticed he was watching their previous argument.
Typical.
Loki couldn't believe the audacity of these mortals. Oh wait. Yes. Yes he could. After all they're all made up of stupid morons and mewling quims. Not to mention his oaf of a brother.
He began walking to his room. Which was ironically across from Elliara's. He opened the door and slammed it shut. Nearly taking it off its hinges. He locked it and turn toward his bed. He flopped down unceremoniously and began thinking.
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Thinking about what would be different, if he had succeeded in taking over the earth. He would have used the Avengers tower as his place of residence. To rub it in, the fact that he won.
How he would be living the life of a king. But he'd changed since then. To say he had merely seen the error of his ways would be a lie.
He knew what Thanos had done. He took his simple desire to prove himself and made it much more intense. So much so that he was easily able to manipulate and control him. It was sad really. Loki was ashamed that he'd done such a thing.
In fact he found Midgard slightly beautiful in its own way. And he found the Midgardians even more amusing.
He remembered long ago. He couldn't recollect how long it had been. But he had been sent by his father to Midgard to help some organization to find the cause of a mysterious plague. The living dead. They looked alive but had no pulse. He had been sent as punishment for causing mischief with his friend Amara. She was a wonderful sorceress. Powerful, mischievous, and cunning. There was once a time he could imagine spending the rest of his life with her. However that was not the case. She had manipulated him and everyone else. She was limited with her magic. But she was using the spiritual energy of mortals in order to keep her abilities. Thus causing the mysterious "plague".
And with them being old friends, he refused to throw her under the bus. He helped her DISPOSE A BODY for Odin's sake!
And yet she still manipulated him. Sad really. How the hunger for power can corrupt even the purest of friendships.
However he had moved on. And yet something kept pulling him back to that time. Perhaps it had something to do with Elliara. Perhaps why she seemed so familiar?
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock at his door.
"Who is it?" He snapped.
"It's Thor! Open up Brother!"
Loki jerked the door open to face Thor, "What do you want you big oaf."
"May I come in?" Thor Asked then proceeded to walk-in without invitation.
