Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

XIX | little girl gone

"I like your blood on my teeth, just a little too much"

2012
Asgard

"You're insane!"

I stared at Thor, utterly speechless. He shook his head and responded with unusual seriousness. "I'm certain. Heimdal just told me. I couldn't believe it any more than you until he showed me." "Then make him show me."

I got up from my chair and crossed my arms. It was impossible. I had been there, seen it happen with my own eyes. A weak laugh sounded from the god's throat. "With all due respect, your head would be crushed under the pressure and chaos. You're still mortal."

I raised an eyebrow. Thor already regretted his words, but I wanted him to really learn his lesson.

"Who was it that saved you from that spear in the battle for Alfheim?" "Well, you. Bu-" "And who was it that gave you their last water on Muspelheim?" "You..." "And who was it that led the negotiations with Jotunheim?" "Me." "With my support! Do you still think that just because I don't have a skull as gigantic as yours, mine can take less?" He immediately shook his head and trotted ahead of me. He knew that I would never seriously injure him, but he was very much aware of what I was capable of and that he shouldn't mess things up with me.

Both of us, as well as Jill, had countless bruises from our fights on the field, or in the forest, or occasionally in the palace, which hadn't exactly led Odin to liking me any more. It had taken me a few lessons to see through Thor's strategy and build my own to fit it, but since then the fights had become more and more balanced until at last we made a good team.

My closest confidante in the palace followed me quickly as I ran after the prince. "Why do you always have to prove everything?" she asked. "Because otherwise, I can't be sure if it's true. I won't believe anything I haven't seen with my own eyes or someone else's eyes." "I meant what you said about your head..." "Oh," we came out of a wide gate onto the street that led to the stables, "Habit. Middle child. I always had to work for everything and prove myself to my siblings. It'll probably never go away.

Thor already had horses saddled for us so that we could leave as soon as possible. He wasn't the only one who wanted to escape my impatience. I couldn't bear this uncertainty for a second longer than necessary.

What if it was true? Would that make me a better person? Or a worse? I pondered the whole way to the almost finished Bifröst about what effect the truth would have. Not just on me, but on everyone else too. Asgard, Earth. I would have to go back. I might have to meet my sister again or even work with her.

Heimdal was already waiting for us and looked at me inquisitively. "Show me what you showed him!" I demanded as I jumped off the mare. "I don't take orders from you." "It's alright. She knows what she's doing and she deserves it," Thor agreed with a sigh and stood behind me. Once again I was grateful for his position and his trust in me, which I had built over the years.

Heimdal still seemed anything but satisfied, but he followed the order. I felt his warm fingers on my temple and his eyes fixing in on mine. I allowed him entry and opened myself up.

I saw stars.

When I looked around I realized that I - or my consciousness - was floating through space. All alone with the stars. The next moment a jolt went through me and I was drawn to a certain place. I recognized the earth in the distance. Without losing speed, I raced towards it. The continent. Europe. Germany. I had been there once when I worked at SHIELD. I walked out onto the street without making a sound and watched the scene. Captain America was fighting a very familiar figure in front of an opera house. I felt nausea rising inside me. How could he be alive? How dare that little wanker?! I had shed tears for him (and asked myself why I did that) far too many times.

The next moment I saw Tony Stark land in his suit in front of them and Loki admit defeat. I didn't know what exactly was going on there, but if he was alive and now fighting two of the mightiest heroes on Earth, we had to do something. I would have to go back to Midgard. Back to SHIELD. What would Coulson say if I just showed up there again after a good year and a half? He was the kind of person you didn't want to disappoint.

When I opened my eyes again, Jill was immediately at my side. "Are you alright?" she asked, visibly worried, as she held onto my arm. I nodded silently and out of habit. Was I? I wasn't in pain, just a strange dull feeling in my chest. If you took it like that, at least I wasn't not-alright.

I gave myself no more than two seconds to regain my composure, then I raised my eyes to Thor. "What's your plan?" I asked, realizing that I wasn't seeing it as professionally as I should. Bringing Loki back was a service to Asgard. But for me it was personal. If I defeated him in battle, I might finally be able to put an end to all this.

"We will travel to Midgard and free him from these creatures to question him here. Then Odin will decide what happens to him."

"What if I don't want to come?" There was silence for a moment. It was selfish,, I was aware. "Thor, I can't go back. One of the reasons I stayed here was because I never wanted to set foot on this planet again. If I go back there now, I'll meet people I don't want to have anything to do with, people who might think I'm dead." I only realized the latter now. No one had heard from me for almost two years. It was the obvious conclusion.

After a few more seconds of silence, Thor took a few steps toward me. "We all have to do things we don't like. But Loki has stolen an object of the highest power. I don't know what he intends to do with it, but it can't be good. You don't owe these people anything, but hiding from your problems won't make them go away." I lowered my head and then shook it slowly. Problems always disappeared. At the latest when the people affected were no longer alive or the world ended.

"And if you don't listen to me, I see no other option than to order you to." I raised an eyebrow. "Would you really do that?" "Yes. But only because I think it's important for you." I sighed quietly. "Mr. know-it-all," I grumbled and nudged him with my shoulder. I knew I had no real choice. And that it was 'the right thing to do'.

"Can you tell the Allfather?" I asked Jill. "Let me come with you. I can help." I had already considered it. After two years of training that I had arranged for her, she was pretty good, but I couldn't guarantee her safety in a real fight. After four or five years, with her learning curve, I would have taken her with me without hesitation. But... it wasn't my decision. She was a grown woman and just because I had a stupid fear of losing people close to me, I couldn't stop her from doing anything. Though the temptation was overwhelming.

"Do you think you can do that? In a real fight, there won't be anyone to protect you." That was a lie. I would protect her at all costs. "I think I can take care of myself," she assured me, smiling again, so I nodded. Thor would have no problem with that. He took every opportunity to be near her and would enjoy showing off a little in front of her.

"Well then... How do we get to Earth?"