Avengers: Daughters

Seventeen: Loki POV

Sam is ignoring me. I prefer her looking at me with the hatred for me that she has harboured for so long; instead of this nothingness. Captain America's daughter mostly ignores me, sticking by Sam in the front of the vehicle. But Stark and the monster's daughter keeps looking at me curiously. I can tell she wants to ask me something but with the fourth girl, daughter of the spies, constantly by her side, she can't.

Eventually I make an excuse and Sam stops the vehicle, pulling up outside some 'gas station'. "You have two minutes to go to the bathroom and pee then be back here," Ally instructs me.

"You have your mother's directness," I reply. She just shakes her head at me and sits back. I forgot that her mother is dead. Shame. I rather admired the Black Widow, in her attempts to save the pathetic man that was my slave. The whole world for one man? Pathetic. Truly pathetic.

"I'll go with him," Ruby says suddenly. "To make sure he doesn't get up to any mischief. I'll wait outside."

"Are you sure?" Sam turns to the other girl. Now she has told me her version of the truth- not that I don't believe her, I just believe that she wrongly assumed that just because of my affair with her mother, she's my child- I can see why she never fit in around Asgard. Growing up a princess was bound to be difficult and having me as an Uncle, even harder.

"I can handle Chuckles here," Ruby shrugs. I roll my eyes.

"You take after your father. The arrogant one," I smirk.

"No. I don't. I take after myself. And maybe Aunt Pepper and Uncle Phil," she grins. "Now, c'mon, Reindeer Games, I need to stretch my legs and you need a pee. Remember?"

"Yes, yes," I sigh and get out of the car. I groan as I stretch my muscles. I'm not sure where we're heading but it's been a long trip so far. Around two hours of no-one talking to me. Their conversations were just background noise.

"We're on a schedule," Libby reminds us. "Two minutes in the bathroom while Sam pays for the petrol."

"Right," Ruby says. Then turns to Sam. "Can you get me some Lucky Charms? I like eating them out of the box."

"Sure. Does anyone else want anything?"

"I'd love-" I begin.

"No-one? Okay." Sam walks away. Childish and selfish, I think. If she was my daughter, if she had grown up as my daughter, I would have never let her get so petty. The anger and annoyance I had felt when I discovered my true heritage was channeled into an elegant form of revenge. A need for power. I was the rightful king and that oaf was not. Of course, I 'died'. Then I was defeated. Then I 'died'. Then Father turned out not to be dead, which I had assumed he had been. The Allfather had recovered from the poison that was so mysteriously given to him. I was banished to Earth, forced to live with my brother. Forced to act human. I had no magic, no freedom, nothing and the resentment had bubbled up again.

When Odin had called for Thor and I, my revenge had reawakened. I had to defeat those I had once called my family and rule over my realms. I would conquer them. Squash their hope and replace it with fear. Get rid of the freedom they so desired and replace it with the much more important submission.
However, when we returned to Asgard with Jane Foster, I began to hatch a new plan. Thor had ideas that he and Jane would marry. That they would remain together for eternity. Luck was on my side that night when Thor wasn't there. She was lonely. Odin was away. Heimdall was in charge of keeping me in line. But I could cast a cloaking spell around myself, make a clone of myself to do the things I was supposed to. While I was- for want of a better word- seducing Jane Foster.

It was easy. Almost too easy. I had suspected a trap. I was alert and ready to escape Asgard if there was a hunt against me. But she really seemed to enjoy my company. I could show her the hidden beauties of Asgard. I could show her magic and elegance and how a prince should be. How royalty should act.
Then I began enjoying her company. Thor had returned from his trip to re-capture peace in Odin's realms and we managed to get together whenever we could.

When Jane announced that she was pregnant, I was distraught. That oaf could have a child and I couldn't. I couldn't have a child with the woman I loved.