POV: Loki
I completely defeated Thor in every game we played. Which wasn't particularly hard, but it's something. Peter and Tony went to work on whatever they were working on again, and of course this time I wasn't invited.
The Midgardian wizard stopped by my room and I looked up from the book Peter had lent me. I hadn't expected him to care about what I was doing anymore, since he'd already talked to Tony about his security for about a half hour. He glanced at the undone handcuffs but said nothing.
"You're here again?" I said, realizing at the moment that I actually enjoyed the Spiderling's book and would rather be reading it than talking to anyone.
"According to Stark, this is more complicated than I thought. You claim to have been mind controlled?" Doctor Strange asked, ignoring my impatience. I sighed.
"Yes. I doubt you'll take my word for it, which is completely understandable, but if that's all-"
"No, actually. I... this might hurt a bit," he said. I stared at him.
"What are you-"
Before I could finish what I was saying, he pressed his hand to my forehead and the world faded away. I was watching myself talking to someone, explaining my plan.
"I know I'll have to return at some point. I know where the staff is. After that it's just a matter of rooting out my betrayal from everyone's memories and everything will go back to normal."
"And you're positive that this won't involve world conquering?" they replied.
"Of course not. I tried that once, and it was enough. Too much work."
Was that my original plan? It was a good one. I suppose I forgot when Ultron took its hold.
Now I was standing before the mindstone staff, completely intact and right where I had found it. Of course, this is just a memory.
I witness myself take it and note the slightest change in my eyes for only a moment before everything seemed normal again. I remembered how it had looked when I'd mind controlled so many others and could tell it was a lesser version of that.
Then I'm sitting in my glass prison humming an Asgardian drinking song that will now be stuck in my head for a while.
I blink the scene away, see Doctor Strange again, and figure he'd seen my memories as well. It must be useful to do that.
"Did it hurt?" he asked absentmindedly, deep in thought.
"No. Was it really necessary?" I said, noting that I did have a slight headache now.
"Yes. Although in all honesty it didn't help much," he said, starting to pace a few steps. Oh, please.
"I could tell something happened there, but you seemed perfectly yourself. Which means that wasn't complete mind control, and I have no way to know if you were going to do that or not. Which means basically, I don't have a clue whether you were going to do that anyways. Which means we're right back to where we started," he ranted.
"You're saying I'm a lot more complicated than the villian in a children's book," I corrected. He stopped pacing.
"That's a simpler way of putting it."
"Meaning... what now?" I asked.
"I play it safe and assume the worst," he said. "You don't get weapons and someone has to know where you are at all times. And if anyone finds anything about another world domination plot, then that's set in stone."
"Can you show me how to do the memory reading?" I asked. Doctor Strange sighed.
"You put your hand on their forehead and try and predict a little of their memory. If you're a good enough sorcerer it should work. Don't go using it all the time, either, and don't use it for blackmail or anything like that. I'll know," he said, realizing halfway through that he shouldn't of told me. I wondered what he would even do if I abused the spell but couldn't think of a reason I would want to. In fact, I'd only really wanted another piece of magic I could add to my arsenal.
But I couldn't help but wonder if I could really use it with all my magic being so different.
Which is probably why I planted my hand on his forehead and thought of the first thing that came to mind: my failing to use the sling ring.
Wherever this was, it looked more like Jötunheim than Midgard. Snow covered peaks stretched as far as the eye could see, nothing there but rock, ice, and someone shivering with a loose-fitting, navy blue cloak and spinning circles with their one hand. It was Doctor Strange trying to use his sling ring.
To be completely fair, he was getting more sparks than I had, but I couldn't help but wonder how he got here without freezing to death. I could tell that it was far too cold for any Midgardian to survive without special equipment.
A minute later he managed to make a portal, which he stumbled through to a room that looked similar to the one I'd been falling through for so long. Two people stood before him, one bald woman in yellow, and a bearded man in red. They congratulated him and I stopped the memory there.
"That was uncalled for," he said, the look on his face clearly showing all his regret to telling me how to do that.
"I thought I should try it out. If you hadn't managed a portal, would they have left you there to die?" I asked, wondering if that was really how all of Midgard's heroes had been trained. Well, really it was only him and Natasha, but that was a high percentage.
"No comment. Don't go around using it," he insisted, but I was already thinking a memory I'd like to see for my brother. Just to rewatch that situation. I couldn't exactly remember his face when I'd stopped being a snake and stabbed him.
"I won't kill anyone," I promised. "Not on purpose."
He rolled his eyes and left. I doubt any warning could keep me from such a harmless little thing.
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
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