Passage Of Time

Chapter One

The moment his hand released Gungnir, instant regret filled his trembling chest. It was so dark, so vast, and even frightening. The god of mischief and chaos shouldn't be scared of such things.

He was born a monster. His blood was Jotun scum. He was Jotun scum.

A monster, born in the depths of ice and darkness. A runt, left to die. To freeze to death, and be forgotten. He should be welcoming this darkness.

'No Loki.'

The god wished to rage. Odin had lied his entire life. Had raised him to hate the monster which resided under his very skin.

Monster

MONSTER

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Steve opened his eyes. Everything looked the same, even felt the same. Except that the floor was a little further away, and Erskine and Stark were helping him out of the vita rays chamber.

"We did it..." The young man breathed.

"Yea, yea, I think we did it." Dr. Erskine's accent cut through his heavy breathing.

"You actually did it," Came next from Howard Stark. His eyes followed up Steve's new (Could he say improved?) body, so impressed. From a small bony man, to a tall, muscular solider.

The blonde looked up, his eyes catching Peggy's as she rushed up to him, out of breath. Her eyes flashed over his torso, words finally developing in her mind. "How do you feel?"

Steve took a few breaths, looking around all the people rushing beside them. "Taller," He breathed. Yes, definitely taller. Even when Peggy 'accidentally' touched him, the man didn't pay much attention.

"Um," The gal breathed out, taking a shirt from another girl. "You look taller."

Within seconds their meeting was interrupted by an explosion, the glass flying everywhere. The fellow scientists and observers ducked, another man grabbing what was left of Erskine's formula.

"Stop him!!" The scientist shouted, but was silenced when two bullets entered his chest. He collapsed, gasping for breath as the traitor ran away. A coward maybe, or something much more sinister.

Steve rushed to Dr. Erskine immediately, his heart heavy with fear and rage. The man that gave him a chance was lying in his own blood. The man that believed in good hearted people, and just wanted to see the world as a peaceful place was bleeding out, and Steve could do nothing to stop it.

The scientist gently tapped Steve's heart, before his head fell back. 'Remember what's in here' rang through the blondes head as he chased after the man responsible for Erskine's death.

Steve would never kill a man willingly, but the traitor died in his very own hands.

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Voices.

Pain.

Darkness.

Loki knew when his body collided with the ground. It felt like a hoard bilgesnipe running continuously over his bones and organs. His brain couldn't process the simplest commands.

Open your eyes, little monster. Look and see where you landed. Look and see where you shall die, and all the others will be happy to know. Be happy they don't see it.

"My friend, it seems that we have found something." A heavily accented voice jolted Loki's brain waves awake. His eyes flew open. "Grab him!"

He was weak yes, though not weak enough to attempt to zap some sort of spell at his captors. It was feeble, but blasted many of the masked men away.