Son of The Thunder God (MCU x Male Reader)

Chapter 6: Confrontation

Y/N's POV

After Father and I were captured, we were sat in a room together. A man stood in front of us a if it was some sort of interrogation. "You both made my men, some of the most highly trained professionals in the world, look like a bunch of minimal wage mall cops. That's hurtful. In my experience, it takes someone some with similar training to do what you did to them." 

Me and Father remained silent as he spoke. "Why don't you tell me where you received you training? Pakistan? Chechnya? Afghanistan? No. You both strike me as the soldiers of fortune type. Where was it? South Africa? Certain groups pay very well for a pair good mercenaries like you. Who are you two?"

Father looked up at the man, but stayed silent. The man took a deep breath. "One way or another, we find out what we need to know. We're good at that." A beeping came from the man's pocket. 

He pulled it out and looked at it. "Don't go anywhere." The man walked out of the room. When the door shut, Uncle Loki had shown up. Father did breath of relief. "Loki. What are you doing here?" 

"I had to see you both." Uncle Loki informed us. A smile grew on my face. I was happy that he wanted to see us. "What's happened? Tell us. Is it Jotunheim? Let us explain to Grandfather." "Father is dead." Uncle Loki stated, causing Father and I to look at him in shock.

I did a heavy breath. "What?" Uncle Loki had a sad look on his face as he stared at us. "Your and your father's banishment, the threat of a new war. It was too much for him to bear. You musn't blame yourselves. I know that you both loved him. I tried to tell him so, but he wouldn't listen."

Father put his head down. "It was so cruel to put the hammer within your reach, knowing you could never lift it. The burden of the throne has fallen to me, now." Father and I looked at him in shock.

A tear ran down Father's face as he spoke. "Can we come home?" "The truce with Jotunheim is condition upon your exile." I looked at Uncle Loki with a worried expression. "Yes, but couldn't-" "And Mother has forbidden both of your returns. This is goodbye, brother and nephew. I'm so sorry." Uncle Loki told us.

"No." Father's voice was less then a whisper. "I am sorry. Thank you for coming here." Uncle Loki nodded. "Farewell." Uncle Loki turned and vanished before our eyes. "Goodbye." Father said as the man walked back in. "Goodbye? I just got back."

Third Person POV 

While Thor and Y/N were in the interrogation room with Agent Coulson, Loki had used his powers to conceal himself as he approached Mjolnir.

He gripped the handle and attempted to lift it, but it wouldn't move. He put both of his hands and tried again. But it still wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he let go of the hammer. He looked to sky, possibly blaming Odin for not allowing lift it before walking away.

Thor, Y/N and Agent Coulson were in the interrogation until a bald man came in. "Sir. They've got a visitor." Coulson walked outside and saw Erik Selvig outside the control center, who told him a fake name and a fake ID for both of them. 

"They're names are Donald Blake and Y/N Blake?" Agent Coulson asked, suspicious of what the researcher told him. "Dr. Donald Blake. Y/N is his son." "You have dangerous coworkers, Dr. Selvig."

Erik shrugged. "He was destroyed when he found out that you've taken all our research. Y/N just tagged along to make sure he would be alright. That was years of his life gone. You can understand how a man could go off like that. A big faceless organization like yours coming with their jackbooted thugs and-" Agent Coulson looked at him with wary eyes, causing him to go silent. "That's how he put it."

"That still doesn't explain how they managed to tear through our security." Dr. Selvig had a nervous smile as he threw his arms. "Steroids! They're both a bit of fitness nuts!"