Agents of Shield - Forgiveness

300 View Special!

Well, I'll be completely honest, I didn't expect to get this far this fast, and I certainly didn't expect this particular book to get this popular. When I reach 500 views, I think I'll stop doing it by the hundreds, and do it by the thousands instead, just so that I have time to give this story substantial updates between view specials.

Since I haven't gotten very far in the story, I think I'm going to focus on some non-AoS Marvel characters, because ... well ... otherwise, I might accidentally give you spoilers. To avoid that, let's have some ... you know what ... let's have some Christmas drama in Asgard! I want it to be when they're young. Because, well, Loki is one of my favorites. This takes place a couple months after the last View Special. I think I got the MCU timeline messed up in the first one, but whatever. Here we go!

Thor would never be scolded on Christmas.

Loki grumps in his corner of his room, feeling bitter.

His father had scolded him for his Christmas prank, which he decided to do when he heard of the Midgardian holiday. He decided to make an icy winter wonderland in the foyer. He had crouched, waiting for his father's reaction, to see his amazement.

He wasn't prepared for his father's look of horror. Of fear.

Of course, that fear swiftly turned to anger.

Now, Loki was in time out, and it sucked.

He sneaks a small globe of magic into his hand, looking around to see that his guard wasn't watching.

Satisfied, he looks inside, images of happy families playing in the ball. Children having fun with parents, unwrapping gifts, all sorts of excitement.

Loki, of course, could never expect something like that. His brother always got the special things. Loki never would.

Like the throne. Loki wondered how he'd handle the pressure. He wondered if he'd be a good leader. He was good with numbers, with magic, and he was clever.

Thor, on the other hand, was a warrior, but rarely used his brain. Whether Loki would be a good leader or not, he was sure that Thor would be a bad choice.

But of course, the throne would go to Thor.

Thor got bigger portions too, probably because he was a bigger kid. Still, even though Loki knew he was being mildly unreasonable, it hurt to see Thor get special treatment.

The magic orb fizzles, disappearing entirely.

He'd gotten distracted.

Why did everything in his life go back to his own bitterness?

He huffs and flops against the wall.

To see an arm flopping down off the rafters. He squints, standing up.

That was Thor's arm. He'd recognize that short, beefy thing anywhere. 

He quickly looks down, wandering about his time-out corner as if he hadn't seen anything.

He projects his voice to sound next to his brother, whispering, "Thor?"

He peers up, to see his brother wave his arm in affirmation.

He grins, using his magic to disguise his brother. "It's safe to come down."

THUD!

Loki winces. His brother was lucky to have snuck up there in the first place. Loki slams his arm against the wall as the guard turns, hoping he'd think the sound came from him.

The guard shrugs and turns away. "I'm not paid enough for this." He mutters, just loud enough for Loki to hear.

"What are you doing here?" Loki whispers, sitting down and facing away from his brother.

"Well, to cheer you up, of course!"

Loki's lips twitch into a half smile, feeling grateful. "How are you planning to do that? 

"I know the best way to cheer you up!" Thor whisper-exclaims.

Loki scoffs. "I doubt that."

"Nuh-uh." (Loki could almost hear him grinning.) "I know the best way."

"And what's that?" Loki glares at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Mischief."

Loki feels himself grinning. He lets an illusion of himself remain as he follows Thor out of the room.

"So, what exactly did you have in mind?" Loki asks, now that both of them were visible. He looks over his brother. Thor's blonde locks remind him of the sun. Annoyingly bright and chipper. aside from that, he was taller than him, much to Loki's annoyance. Loki only came to Odin's hip, while Thor seemed almost come to his chest.

"I was gonna let you pick." Thor plays with his small hammer, flipping it in his hand. "You're the big brain, after all."

Loki grins. Well, Christmas always came with a feast. "We'll take food from the kitchens."

"Nice choice." Thor grins. "Great payout. How are we going to get to the food?"

Loki contemplates for a moment, before grinning at his older brother. "Just do exactly as I say."

The head chef looks over the meal. "Morid, what is this? This is a terrible 

The door slammed open. The head chef startles, looking over to see Thor and Loki.

The blonde boy's face looks terrified. His eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open as he breathes hard, tears streaming down the sides of his face. "Get help! Please!" He begs, and the chef's eyes trail to Loki. Loki's head lays down, his breathing shallow. Red blood covers his raven black hair and his dark clothing. "My brother," Thor continues. "He's dying."

The head chef takes a step closer, reaching for Loki, only for Thor to throw the child into his face.

Loki collides with the head chef, exclaiming as the two fall to the ground. He lands, bewildered, as his brother headbutts the ankles of another chef. Loki stumbles to a stand, but the head chef doesn't. He must be out cold.

Well, it was important to be adaptable, so Loki runs, kicking a third cook in the shins and using magic to trip a fourth. Two more fall to Thor, after he stomped on their feet and shoved them over. Loki takes down three more, appearing behind each of them and kicking their calves.

Thor takes down the last two by taking out their kneecaps.

Loki looks at Thor balefully. "That wasn't the plan."

"He came close. I panicked. It's not real blood after all."

"Hmm." Loki taps each cook's forehead to put them in a deeper sleep. "Well, let's not do that again. It was embarrassing."

Thor shrugs. "Fine, but I took out more than you did."

Loki counts in his head. "No, you don't. I took out more."

"Yeah, I did. I took out the head chef."

"No, my body was the one colliding with him, so it was my kill."

Thor frowns. "I was the one who threw you though."

Loki scowls. Not worth fighting over. He turns, using his magic to draw out the food in the kitchen, the two boys running to the best hiding place, which happened to be a small closet not far from Thor's room, on the opposite side of the castle. "Truce?" He asks, panting.

"Sure. Time to eat the spoils of war!" Thor grins.

Loki nods, taking his own spoils. "Seriously though, we're never doing 'Get Help' again."