Alone [A LOKI SERIES FANFIC]

CHAPTER 6 [KID LOKI]

A/N: This chapter is really long. And really dark. And creepy. 

⚠ Trigger warnings (I'm not really an expert in this stuff so bear with me)
1. Graphic Violence

Read at your own risk. ⚠

A lot has happened since he was gone. Not dead. I kept telling myself. Only gone. 

Though I knew deep down that he wasn't coming back. 

I had been captured by the President Loki and his goons, narrowly escaped, captured by a Darcy variant, escaped again, had a near encounter with cannibalistic pirates, very nearly escaped with my head intact, ran into another Loki variant who let me stay at his for a while, but turns out he was working for the President Loki, and I escaped again. It was tiring, being captured and escaping again and again. Though I knew my luck would run out, and I simply did not want to experience that. 

So the only place I could go was the old hideout before we found the underground one, the building near where Alioth once resided. Almost no one dared to go there, but even if they did, his old protection spells kept them out. Only people he has met and trusted would be able to get in, as well as the few who were with the person. 

Currently I was walking towards the green mist that once was Alioth with Mobius and a Hunter. "What the hell happened to it?" Mobius asked me. "Loki and Sylvie enchanted it, but after a while I think it died," I replied, stroking Alligator Loki's back to give myself comfort. He purred in contentment. 

The green mist got thicker and thicker. I didn't know what it was, but there was a tingling sensation inside me. As we got closer, I could vaguely make out a voice. I couldn't hear what it was saying, but I knew it couldn't be good. 

"Wait," I put a hand out to stop Mobius and the Hunter. "What?" The hunter asked. "I believe we should be properly armed before going in," I lied. It was just a stupid excuse to investigate the source of the voice. Stupid, but believable. "Okay," Mobius shrugged. "Take him," I passed Alligator Loki to Mobius. "What about you?" He asked. "I have my magic," I conjured daggers into my hand. They felt familiar. I looked down and smiled sadly. I was finally able to conjure Mother's daggers. He would've been proud. 

"Let's go," I said, walking into the green mist. It got unbelievably thick, until we couldn't see one another. The voice got louder, clearer. It was calling my name. I walked towards the source and gripped my daggers tighter. I expected many things but I certainly didn't expect to see this. 

Big golden horns, bigger than any I've ever seen protruded from the helmet worn on his head. He wore a sadistic grin on his face, striking emerald green eyes that were glowing with malice. He donned green black and gold armor, reflecting the green light from the mist. He seemed to be manipulating it, wrapping it around him like a cloak. 

"Hello child," His voice sounded hollow, far yet near. My hands hurt from gripping the daggers so tightly. "Who are you? What do you want?" I yelled. He chuckled softly, yet his voice echoed and sent shivers down my spine. "I am you, my child," He replied, amusement clear in his voice. "I am Loki Øverste, the first of our kind, God of Mischief, Lies and Chaos," He announced. 

I glared at him. "What do you want from me?" He laughed. His laugh was hoarse, as if nails were dragging against chalkboard. "You get it from him, don't you? Well, you're ready," He smiled deviously. "Who exactly are you talking about and what am I ready for?" I pointed a dagger at him. He walked closer to me and pushed the dagger down with his finger. "Now, now. No need to get aggressive," he chuckled and shrugged. "But I can't exactly blame you, can I? Though the older variant isn't your father, but you sure take after his attitude." 

My heart skipped a beat. "Is he alive?" I demanded. He smiled wryly but said nothing. "Answer me!" I yelled. I needed an answer. "Aye. He lives," Loki Øverste replied. I was flooded with relief. He was alive! I could've collapsed right there and then, but I didn't. I had this man to take care of. 

"What are you here for, besides to chat?" I asked. He sat down on the grass, patting the spot in front of him, gesturing me to sit. I sat down cautiously, watching his every move like a hawk.  "I don't suppose he told you about me, did he?" He started. I shook my head. He grinned maliciously. "Long before you were even born, there was a universe. The first to ever come into existence. Long before the TVA," He said mockingly. I gripped my daggers tighter and resisted the urge to slash him across his face. 

"It was where all the originals came from. And I," He spread his arms wide. "Am the original, in the flesh. Though honestly I couldn't care less about this body, saps my magic," He grumbled the last part. I raised an eyebrow and he laughed his horrifying laugh. "I am in every single variant, every single part of your soul is a mere shard of mine. Every fraction of your magic comes from me. I give you life, and I can take it as I so please," He grinned maliciously. 

"Then how come have I never heard of you before?" I asked him. He grinned jeeringly. "Because I am more... how best to put it, difficult than the other Supremes. Only one among trillions of variants has successfully channeled me without dying. One that we both know..." He trailed off, grinning at me. "Classic Loki," I finished. "Bingo. He truly has taught you well. In all my years of life, I've seen no child variant even be ready to channel a supreme," He said, tilting his head to the side. I gripped my dagger even tighter than I thought was possible, a nervous gesture, Classic Loki once pointed out. I was surprised the shaft didn't break yet. 

"What if I don't want to channel you?" I dared. His eyes turned dark with malice. "Then I will take you by force. I will take pieces of you little by little until what is left is an empty shell. Your body will be mine, your soul ripped to shreds. You thought there was no free will at the TVA? I will show you what 'no free will' feels like, until you wish you had been dead!" He screeched, slamming his hand on the ground. 

I flinched. But if there was one thing he taught me, was to trust my instincts. 

And my instincts told me he was going to do something to me if I agreed to channel him. Something bad. 

"Do you wish to experience that?" He sneered, looking me in the eyes with his intense gaze. "Go to Hel," I hissed, standing up and brandishing my daggers. He sighed. "And I thought you would be more compliant than he. Turns out you're just the same." 

My heart beat quickened. So I did the only sensible thing. 

I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, away from the man, trying to find Mobius and the Hunter. I didn't like her one bit, but I wished nothing more than to see her and Mobius again instead of that horrid man. I ran blindly through the green wisps of mist. "You cannot run," I heard him hiss. I couldn't exactly pinpoint where the sound was coming from, so I didn't. I felt something graze my legs. In a moment of panic, I shot a blast of magic and prepared to fight. "Boo," I heard him say. I jumped as he grabbed ahold of my arm. I buried my dagger deep into his hand as I heard him scream in agony. It was satisfying to me, in a way. 

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain go through my abdomen. I looked down and saw my own dagger embedded deep inside the flesh. I fell to my knees. It was painful, much more painful than I had imagined it would be. I gritted my teeth and tried to stand up but failed. I didn't try to pull out the dagger, it would hurt too much. I was at the brink of passing out. 

The grass underneath me moved. I looked down in horror as they turned into snakes, wrapping around me, covering me with their scaly bodies. I screamed in pain as one of them pulled out the dagger, dropping it to the ground. 

The snakes wrapped around me as I struggled, trying not to pass out and get out at the same time. Soon, they had completely covered my body in a death grip, only leaving a space for me to see. I screamed for help, for anyone to help me, but my screams were muffled. They wrapped around my neck, slowly chocking me. I gasped and struggled to breath. Loki Øverste cackled maniacally. "They can't hear you!" 

"You think you know pain? When I'm done with you, you will wish for nothing but sweet, sweet pain." 



PLS COMMENT I would like to know your opinions on this chapter because I used a different writing theme, and if I should do more chapters like this in the future.