Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

XXIV | young god

"I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon"

After I had suited up and Loki had made sure that my shoulder could take the input, we landed on a huge building that I had never before noticed in New York. "Where are we?" "Stark built it. Or at least he planned it and then made others do the work. He calls it the Stark Tower." "Very creative..." I remarked dryly, then looked around to take the new setting in.

We were standing on a platform that would have commonly been a helipad, just a lot smaller and instead of the usual H on the ground, there was an S carved in the metal with a pathway connecting the platform to the building. A good two meters below, another construction led halfway around the tower.

"You gotta admit though, that Stark has good taste," I said as I followed Loki inside, which was decorated in the same extravagant manner. The light fell through the big glass front onto a group of black armchairs that were placed around a small glass table. The Logs for the fireplace were stacked on the wall next to it. On the side where we entered stood a fully equipped bar, which I considered putting to good use, but then thought better.

"Are you going to tell me your plan at some point?" I asked bluntly, as I didn't want to betray him before I knew what I needed to know. Loki stopped in front of the windows and looked at the city stretching out below us. He seemed so peaceful as if he wasn't about to destroy thousands of lives. Without looking away, he began to speak.

"We won't be able to take over this planet alone, so I've got us some backup that's just waiting for us to unleash it on the city." "Where are they?" "What do you know about the Tesseract?" I hesitated. He needed the cube for something, but I didn't know enough about it to be able to guess what for. "All I know is that it is very powerful. In the 1940s it was the property of the Nazis and then disappeared into the ocean. Someone said it was found again together with Steve Rogers. But I still don't know what it can do."

"The Tesseract allows us to open a portal to the other side of the universe. There an army of Chitauri is waiting to attack this city." Now he turned to me and looked me over carefully. From the context I guessed that 'Chitauri' was an alien species, even though it sounded more like some unicellular organisms that nest in your bed.

"Then why do you need me? If they fight for us..." "A queen should know her people; be able to lead them." The smile on his lips was gentle, reminding me of how vulnerable he had been back in the S.H.I.E.L.D. cell. Slowly his words bled past my thoughts. Was he serious?

"Wait, hold on! Are you saying-" "-I want you to rule with me when this is done." I had to pull myself together to keep from laughing out loud. "You're kidding, right?" Despite everything, Loki remained calm and walked towards me slowly and elegantly as always. "Not at all. Just look at the history of your world. A king without a queen always ends in revolution, or uprisings, or war. We want to avoid that after this. And who would be better suited to do that than you?"

But instead of giving me the chance to answer, Loki continued talking. He really seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice... "Imagine it. You and me. We make this world a better place." I felt something heavy settle on my head and my clothes change. I turned around to look at myself in the reflection of the window and see what Loki had done. My armour had disappeared and in its place now was a dark green ball gown with golden ornaments on the neckline and sleeves. I let my eyes slide further up to the shiny gold crown, fitting perfectly on my head.

Loki stood motionless behind me and observed. He was probably trying to interpret my reaction, even though I didn't even know how I was feeling in that moment. I was mostly confused and still not sure if he was serious. "What do you think?" he finally asked after a while of silence. "I like the colour, but I generally have very mixed feelings about dresses. My parents said dresses were 'too feminine' and 'impractical'. The first time I wore one was at my wedding, the second time was when I had dinner with you." My eyes met his in the reflection and I forced a smile before turning to him. "I'm honoured, I really am, but I don't think I'd make a good queen. I'm a soldier; not a commander."

"And a soldier is what I need... I need you."

By now we were so close that I could feel the coolness emanating from him, like a fresh breeze on a spring morning. I saw every detail in his unbearably handsome face. The small scar on his forehead, the shadow on his temple, the endless blue of his eyes, the outline of his thin lips.

It would be so easy to say yes; to let him win. I could do so much, help so many people. Loki's hands settled on my cheeks. The touch was gentler than anything I had felt in years, and almost made me doubt my decision.

I could have this sensation every day. I could finally feel loved and wanted and needed again. I could have control, could protect and punish people.

No one should have that much power.

Especially not Loki and I. Two people whose trauma ate them up from the inside, and who would both need a whole series of therapists to even be remotely capable of having a relationship.

Loki leaned forward so that his lips brushed lightly against mine. My mind shut down; any thoughts that had existed before suddenly disappeared.

"Should I come back later?"