Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

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"he thinks he'd blow our minds"

I raised my hands, ready to take out the person behind me, as I heard the familiar voice that made me freeze for a second. "We missed you."

Coulson!

Of course, it had to be him... Anyone else would have just shot me in the back or at least stunned me. Even though I was very successful as a fighter, I never had many friends at S.H.I.E.L.D. or anywhere else. And while I was usually fine with that, because it gave others a lesser chance to attack me in any way and I had less to worry about, it could also be a burden.

I slowly turned around and saw a total of seven other agents pointing their guns at me, all locked and loaded, most of them deadly. Running away or fighting back would be pointless, especially since that was exactly what they were expecting. "You're packing up too soon," I replied as calmly as possible. It was surprisingly rare that I found myself staring into a bunch of barrels. Usually, I could keep it below three...

"I have no interest in this situation escalating," he explained, steady as usual, slowly he lowered his arm, but stayed tense. "Then don't give me a reason to attack and pull your men back," I said casually but with a serious look. My boss seemed to hesitate but then nodded encouragingly at the others when he realized that I would gain no real advantage from fleeing. If I had planned to, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. He had no clue that the one at fault was this stupid idiot up there.

"Good, then we can talk now," I said, relaxing a little, but of course still ready to defend myself if the situation required it. "Where were you?" "With someone who knows more than we do. It's all very impossible and complicated, so I suggest we deal with the guy who stole the hammer first." "Not enough."

I sighed. Of course not. Everything else would have been way too easy. "If I understand the situation correctly, this guy is much more powerful than your whole team combined and I am the only one who could possibly stop him from destroying this planet, which is because I was able to lift the hammer, which gave me some magical powers from Norse mythology. But I need your help to find him," I explained until I realized how absurd that sounded. "Please, Phil, I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous. But you have to trust me; just this once," I begged and looked up at him pleadingly.

"You're right, that sounds extremely unbelievable and without any proof..." I thought feverishly about what to do, constantly accompanied by expectant looks. How could I convince him of the truth, preferably without burning down the meager rest of all life in this desert. I still only managed to fully control my powers sometimes. Toasting everything in the area would hardly win me any sympathy.

"Look at the armor, I didn't get it for no reason and it's certainly not from this planet either," I tried, but it didn't seem to work. I sighed inwardly. As much as I wanted to, I saw no other way to survive this without dying or being captured again. "You might want to take a few steps back for this...," I warned and looked expectantly at the agents around me, who didn't move an inch. Well, I wouldn't have done that either if a potential target demanded it of me, so who could blame them.

"Your funeral..." I muttered under my breath and focused on a feeling. It had to be weak enough that I could control it, but strong enough that it had any effect at all. Jill. We had only met a few days ago, but I already knew that I would miss her when I left Asgard. Normally I wasn't someone who made friends easily, but her sweet, open, warm nature had captivated me from our first conversation.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that it had worked. The lightning emerged on my skin, lashing out playfully, which caused most of the agents to back away. Slowly I let go, let the feeling subside, and concentrated on the current situation and what was actually important now.

For the first time in my life, I was almost grateful for everything that had happened to me. It was the only reason I had any control over this power and had the control over myself that I needed. After a short while of silence, I focused on Coulson again, who stared at me in disbelief, but ultimately nodded. "Okay, we'll take her with us," he announced. I breathed a sigh of relief. That meant I didn't have to kill anyone - at least not at the moment.

I was making my way to one of the cars - accompanied by a few agents - when I heard Coulson's muffled voice.

"Prepare for when she betrays us."

I felt like each word stabbed me in the back. Rationally, I knew he was right. It was protocol and he couldn't trust me after I had fled for a few days and was now standing right in front of him with superpowers. Still, it hurt.

How far had I fallen... I had once been one of the most highly respected agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. And now that I had become properly useful, they viewed me through a veil of prejudice. It was all because of that stupid hammer and its even stupider owner.

I bit my tongue and sat down with the heavily armed agents in the car, which drove off shortly afterward. I tried to ignore the disapproving looks of the others as best I could and just glanced out the window to remember the way and get an idea of the surroundings. I recognized some of the people. From my shortened time at the academy, or from direct cooperation in the field.

"Do any of you know the plan and wouldn't mind telling me?" I asked after a while into the quiet, which was only broken by the muffled radio traffic from the front of the car.

"Standard protocol for potentially dangerous individuals," explained a fairly young agent, who looked at me more fearfully than disparagingly. I just nodded in understanding. Standard protocol in most cases meant a short, heartless dialogue that made the 'individual' even more upset than they already were, before shooting them with everything we had and hoping that something would work. After that, the person was either taken prisoner or their parts were scraped together.

The difference was that I was under Coulson. One of the few who actually made an effort in the first part and showed a hint of compassion and common sense.

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When we stopped after what felt like an eternity, I was the first to get out of the car and look around. We were standing a few hundred meters outside the small town we were supposed to get to. On an elevation, a group of people were standing behind a man who, from everything I knew, I identified as Thor.

I headed towards Coulson, who was standing nearby and talking to some other agents. Probably about how they would get me out of the way in an emergency, I thought bitterly and bit my lip so as not to say anything wrong.

"Let me talk to him. I think I can find out what he wants and how we can get rid of him. Maybe I can even get him to cooperate," I tried to convince my -former?- boss. To be completely honest, I was mostly curious and wanted to finally find out if Loki had told the truth about what had happened. "I'm sorry, but I can't let that happen. We can't fully trust you anymore. Not after you just ran away."

That was evident, I simply hadn't expected him to say it so openly to my face. But the feeling was mutual. I wanted to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. again, but that didn't mean I had forgiven them for treating me as a test subject.

"Please, I don't want this world to end any more than you do, which is why it would be strategically unwise to piss this guy off, especially if he has his toy hammer back. Send a few men with me if you want, but let me talk to him," I asked, trying to look as genuine as possible.

He hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't agree. "No, you stay here. I'll go myself," he said firmly and I sighed. I knew he wouldn't believe me, no matter what I told him. What could I do? I toyed with the idea of ​​taking him out, but then I would have about two dozen agents after me who wanted revenge for their favorite superior. Not ideal conditions for a quiet conversation.

But I couldn't allow something horrible and world-destroying to happen because I hadn't prevented it. Maybe I just had to have faith in Coulson's abilities if I didn't trust him personally. He knew how to talk to people, and usually managed to calm even me down.

I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Whatever you say." I took a step back. If something went wrong, it certainly wasn't my fault. At least that's what I tried to tell myself. I cracked my fingers nervously as I watched Phil walk towards the small group on the hill. Now all we had to do was wait...