The Child of Lilith (A Mortal Instruments/Avengers Crossover)

Talking to an Asgardian Smurf Dude, and Other Stuff ~Katia~

Okay. So I remember everything and joined Chloe in the battle.

She and I repeated a bit of what we said when we had met. So we were cool- I guess she had just been lying low in London.

I snarled as I saw Sebastian. But then I thought of my sword, the one Raziel had left me. Maybe I could grab it from the Institute-

I shoved that thought aside. I would not abandon those I now called family. So I kept throwing spells.

I guess you could call me a wicked witch. I kicked a*s when I needed to. I had to, cause if I didn't, my family was dead. I suddenly was sick of demonic incursions in my world. I had to somehow stop most of them. But I didn't know how without another being's power.

I saw Loki fighting with a Shadowhunter I hadn't ever met before. Suddenly, the Shadowhunter was stabbed by Loki, and I took her place.

"Loki," I started, and he looked at me. I whispered a spell that mad us go to a beautiful place that he had loved.

I didn't know where we were, but we were suspended in time as I looked at our surroundings. Then I turned to him, and he was staring at me. "Why?" he asked me softly.

"Loki, I cannot just sit and watch my world die," I said. "I will fight, because I love the planet I was born and raised upon! I am the child of Lilith, mother of demons, and the descendant of Raziel, the founder of the Nephilim," I sighed.

Loki looked at me. Suddenly I was dressed in a green flowing dress, and he was looking at me with nothing but love. "Do you hear me?" he asked, and I nodded. "Good. I must take over Midgard, you don't and will never understand not fitting in," he said harshly.

I laughed, a wild sort of laugh that made me sound insane, sort of. "I don't know?! Ha! I'm part DEMON, Loki! I'm also part ANGEL! Neither are sides that I belong in, but I side with my father and my family. I have six parents, Loki! And you are saying I have NO IDEA what it is like to be the outsider?! I wish that that were true! You know what my father did when I was born? He never even saw my birth! Neither of my parents did! Only my mother, and she could be dead because of your so-called army that wants nothing more to destroy the one planet I hold most dear, the only world I have ever lived in! I ask you now, Loki, will you kill me for your benefit or will you understand the lesson I have been trying to get through that blue Smurf head of yours?! I LOVE YOU, LOKI, BUT I WILL NOT STAND AND WATCH YOU DESTROY MY HOME!" I shouted at him, and he looked astounded.

"So help us fight, and you will go back home to Asgard, to the people who have cared for you most of your life, or fight against us and suffer the consequences," I whispered to him through the veil of tears that threatened to spill over my cheeks.

He sighed and said, "Fine." And I smiled at him. He smiled back at me with some happiness, I realized, but not much.

I said, to break the tension, "I love the dress," and he laughed.

I thought to myself, 'Gods, that laugh is SO sexy.' Then he laughed again, and I remembered, 'Oh, crap. He can read minds...' I snapped, "Smurfette, please stop laughing." He looked at me in bewilderment. I said, "It's a Smurf thing," and he smiled gently.

I said, hoping he'd never remember that I'd told him that Smurfette was the blonde girl Smurf- at least, I think it was the girl Smurf, "I am going to take this down and I will tell them not to do anything to you." He nodded, probably grateful that I was saving his big blue arse- not that I have ever seen his blue arse, cause I haven't. Be mature, peeps. Seriously.

As soon as I took it down, I opened my mouth but was gagged and knocked unconscious. My last thought before I blacked out was, 'they better guard their a**es if they take Loki to Asgard.