POV: Loki
I can feel everyone's eyes burning into my back, but I don't move. This was the kind of thing I would never be able to live down if I tried to take over Midgard again.
Either way, Tony shrugs and goes back to trying to blast the people in masks. They dodge easily, making this whole thing more annoying.
With my help, we manage to get them under control. Not for lack of destruction, though. Most the cars on the side of the street are broken.
"Is that the last of them?" Peter asked. I used my magic to open the door to a van where one more was hiding.
Thor knew what I was doing. He slowly, and awkwardly, might I add, walked up to the van and tried to give him a menacing look that looked a bit more like the moment before a child starts crying. I rolled my eyes.
"Hail Hydra," the man inside said, pressing a button.
Right on cue, the unconscious HYDRA agents exploded in fireballs, setting fire to most of the cars. I sighed, looking around at the landscape, and stopping the moment I noticed someone filming, remembering I'm not supposed to be here.
"Please turn that off," I said, and the kid, surprised to be called out on it, dropped the phone and barely caught it before it hit the ground.
"Brother, please explain," Thor said, still absolutely befuddled. I have to say, it was slightly fun to watch.
"Kamikazes, I think Midgard calls them. Destruction at the cost of lives, if you want to think of it that way. Of course, why they're here..." I looked at Tony.
"How about we go inside?" he said, gesturing to where the kid had been.
I take the invitation before anyone else and go up to my room. Immediately, I get a text.
Kid: Should I use just now for my project?
You
If you really want to. Just use one where I'm evil, it'll be easier.
His name shows the three blinking dots, but they disappear. I smile, at least the kid was smart enough to not keep saying the same things over and over again.
I get out my notebook, the one with all my Tesseract plans. Of course, I wasn't planning on actually following through with any of them, just to take my mind off other things. Other things.
I sigh, remembering more of the vaults, which is not difficult. I smile at the memories of some of the artefacts I'd stolen and got Thor to use. Of course, then I remember the fraction of times I'd had to help clean up all the destruction and that's not half as fun.
I have a little bit of trouble remembering where the destroyers are, and eventually I get frustrated enough I'm just scribbling on the paper and finally throwing down the pencil. I don't know why but I end up looking back at the book with Mother's letter in it. No. No, I wasn't going to deal with that right now. The best thing about life is that you can pretend like the past never happened indefinitely and just leave it eating away at your soul like a fungal parasite controlling an insect.
Alright, Loki, stop it with the metaphors.
Why did I look that way? Why did I leave the book out? Now that is centerstage in my very chaotic headspace and it won't go away for hours. Days.
Mother wouldn't have wanted me to avoid thinking about her. I know she wouldn't.
I lean back in the chair and stare at the ceiling. Midgardians love their low ceilings for some reason. It's covered in small drips that I can try to find pictures in but really can't. I used to know a lot of constellations, but those are the Asgardian ones, not based on the star's position from here. Anyways, this isn't even their sky.
Someone knocks on my door and I reluctantly let them in. It's Peter, looking very excited, stack of papers in hand.
"For what do I have the pleasure of speaking, Spiderling?" I ask. He takes a deep breath.
"Mr. Stark said we could do board game night if everyone wanted to and everyone else said yes so I think I'm saying that if you want to play board games you should come and it's a contest," he rambles, leaving me confused.
"So..." I said, gesturing for him to rephrase that.
"We're doing a board game contest downstairs if you want to join, and everyone else is doing it too and if you win it means you're great," he explained. I grinned at the desk for a moment, he knew how to get my attention.
"That sounds reasonable," I said, re-meeting his gaze. He bounced up and down on his heels.
"Great. You're really good at beating up HYDRA agents," he said, making me smile again.
"When are we playing?" I asked, hoping for it to be soon.
"Now. I-If you can play now," he stutters. I get up to follow him.
"Of course," I said, "Lead the way."
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
Fanfiction(ACTUALLY CONCLUDED) Neither Loki or Tony really had a good father, and when Peter Parker finds his way into their lives after Uncle Ben died, they both decide to give him what they never had. On top of that, Ultron's story has more to it than anyon...
