Y/n Lokidottir || Godess of Fire

🌑 Visions 🌑

*Y/n Pov*

(Just realised I've been spelling Asgard wrong 🙃
I'm not sure if you need an explanation for Y/n's character. I'll add one at the end of the chapter ig or maybe just an explanation chapter? Irdk)

Father and I were sitting on the damp, moldy floors of the sewer. It was the best place to take action. We couldn't exactly go renting a house and roll equipment in and out casually. Father has taken control of many more minds and we had around 40 Midgardians working for us now.

Father was holding the scepter while I laced my magic around the stone. It realesed a blue mist, we absorbed the power it offered. Everything started to disintegrate around us, flaking away. It revealed an asteroid, with levitating steps leading somewhere above. The asteroid resembled one of the Midgardian rock formations. The space around us was deep blue, as of everything was lightly dyed.
The Other spoke, "The Chitauri grow restless," his voice echoed around us.

A copy of Father and I appear and our minds are transported into their bodies. We are in our Asgardian robes.
"Let them gird themselves"
"We will lead them into glorious battle," I continued, I rested my back against the wall and playing with the dancing power on my fingertips.
"Battle?" The Other questioned, "Against the meager might of Earth?"
"Glorious, not lengthy," father said circling to the other side of a rock where The Other was, "If your force is as forbilbe as you claim..."
"You question us?" He asked accusingly, "You question him? He who put that scepter in your hand? Who gave you a incident power and new purpose when you were cast out, defeated?"
"I was a king!" Father said angrily, " the rightful king of Asgard, betrayed."
"You ambition is little-" The Other spoke.
I was paying little attention now, watching the red dance around my hand, still listening into the conversation.
"-and born of childish need," he continued, " We look beyond Earth to the greater words the Tesseract will unveil."
"Yoi don't have the tesseract yet," Father simply stated.
It was true, our henchmen were working on harnessing the power. I heard a deeper  shriek and I looked up to the two men. The Other had shifted toward father, about to grab him with his blue, 6 fingered hand when he stopped abruptly.  Father moved the scepter towards his chest, threatening. At this I got up and walked over to them.
"But until we open the doors, until your force is ours to command, you are but words," I hissed, walking to stand beside father.
"You will jave your war, Asgardians. But if you fail-" he moved his hand away and stepped back,"- if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice that he cannot find you," he moved behind us, " You think you know pain," he whispered between us, I shivered at his cold voice, "He will make you long for as something as sweet as pain."

He grabbed the side of my head and a searing pain when through my head. It stopped when I found myself back in the sewers across from father.

-Later-

Father and I walked up to the labratory, waiting on news regarding the Tesseract. We stopped right outside the area and Proffesor Selvig greeted us.
"Hey! The Tesseract has shown me so much. It's more than knowledge. It's truth." He said almost excitedly.
"I know." Father and I said simultaneously, I laughed noiselessly at out responses. Father just looked at me and smiled.
"What did it show you, Agent Barton?" He asked moving on.
"My next target." He plainly stated.
"Tell me what you need."
"I need a distraction," he replied, walking over to a box, removing a weird object and pumping it to reveal it to be a collapsible bow, "And an eyeball."
"I'm sure I could help with that," I said smirking.
"Why would he need an eyeball though? Must be a Midgardian saying," I thought.
Father nodded in approval. He knew of my capabilities and what lengths I could go to to annoy someone.

*3rd Person Pov*

"I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Coulson said, talking to Steve.
"No, no. It's fine." Steve replied.
Coulson had just asked him to sign his Captian America Trading Cards. There was an awkward silence.
"It's a vintage set..." coulson said, trying to keep the conversation going, "Took me a couple years to collect them all... Near mint. Slight foxing around the edges, but-" he was cut off by an Agent.
"We got a hit. 67% match," He announced, turning around from the computer, "Wait, cross match. 79%"
Coulson walked over to him, "Location?"
"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Köingstraße," he said turning back to the computer that was narrowing down the location, "He's not exactly hiding."
"Captian, you're up." Fury said from his deck.