Captain America as Hercules (Stevexreader)

Chapter 2

Loki's home was way down under the crust of the earth, where bright light and fresh air became darkness and despair. Normally, upon returning to the undreworld, the smells of rotting sprits cheered him up a little bit. But not today. After his visit to the baby's ridiculously cheery christening, Loki's mood was black. As the Chitauri paddled him across the river of souls, the hands of the lost spirits rose from the dark water, clutching to the side of the boat. With a weary sigh, Loki flicked his wrist and zapped them with his magic making them return to the murky depths. Soon they glided to the dock of his giant palace of ice. It's windows stared blindly upon his kingdom like the eyes of the lost souls he ruled over.

"Kaecilius! Yon-rogg!" Loki barked out.

Two men raced down the stairway. "Coming master!"

The yellow robed Kaecilius triped and fell down stairs, landing at the bottom in a heap. As the light green Yon-rogg raced to help him, he stumbled and hit Kaecilius in the back with his elbow, falling on top of him.

"Kaecilius..." Kaecilius said painfully.

"And Yon-rogg..." Yon-rogg moaned.

"Reporting for duty, Sir" they whimpered together.

Loki rolled his eyes. It was so hard to get good help these days, especially in this neighbourhood. "Fine, fine. Just let me know the instant the Fates arrive."

"Oh, they're here." Yon-rogg piped up.

"What!?" Loki roared. His slicked back hair ignited into a full mane of bright, cold green flames. "The Fates are here and you didn't tell me?"

Kaecilius and Yon-rogg fell to their knees, quaking in fear. "We are worms! Worthless worms!"

Poof! the two men morphed into slimy worms to demonstrate their utter regret.

"Memo to me" Loki muttered to himself as he stepped over them. "Maim you after my meeting."

Delighted not to have been smashed, Kaecilius and Yon-rogg morphed back to their human forms and trailed their master as he swept into his palace and down the hall to his favourite place, the war room. Loki's eyes gleamed as he gazed upon his magnificent toy; a game board representing the realms. He had a game piece for everything: Asgard, Midgard, the relms, planets, Gods, monsters, humans, ect. Then he quickly turned his attention to the three dark figures gathered in the centre of the room.

The Fates-Hela, Malekith and Proxima.

They were very powerful. For only they had the power to see the future.

The voices of the Fates were deep and commanding. Their very being stood strong. Above them floated the eye of Agamotto with its green glow from the time stone within. The three Fates shared this power, as they tossed it between them and took turns using the power to see all. These children of darkness spun the thread of life, and held the fate of each living being in their thin hands. Even now, someone's life hung by a thread. Proxima had spun the thread. Malekith had measured it out. And now Hela picked up the scissors.

"Darling" she rasped, "hold the tread of life good and tight."

Loki glanced at a sign above them:

OVER 5,000,000,000 SERVED.

Hela clipped the thread. In the distance someone screamed.

"Incoming!" Proxima shouted.

Aspirit flew out of a nearby chute and sailed through the room. Loki checked the sign. the number flipped to: 5,000,000,001.

Loki swept forward. "Friends, he cooed in an overly sweet voice, "I'm so sorry that i'm-"

"Late!" they all said.