Author's Note:
Hi guys! Well this is my first story in progress and will go through many changes and edits, It takes place a year after Loki tried -and failed- to sieze New York and you caught wind of the dethroned Prince's prediciment, so you go and rescue the Prince in an attempt at sending another chill up the spine of Asgard, after all, you brought the realm to it's knees.
"How dare you enter my palace and threaten my family. My home! The madness- this chaos! It must be stopped, Renegade!"
Thor growled through clinched teeth, and with a frenzied breath he raised his lustrous hammer and commanded the infantry that poised behind the Prince, ready to encircle you. The air was cold, and smelled of Asgardian cuisine. The merriment in the air hit you like waking up from a dream, took a moment to process, and then wham. You had, anyway, graciously interrupted a gala.
"Do you honestly imagine I can be taken in so effortlessly, Prince?"
As you let out a laugh strung with malice, a lengthy blue staff twirls against your fingers. It looks to be made almost entirely out of ice. The central framework, however, was made of solid, silver metal.
By now the partygoers had cleared out the great hall, fearing for their lives. The staff was undeniably larger than your lithe body, but you swung it around with ease. You tap the tip against the marbled ground twice, creating an unmistakably loud, crackling reverberation, as if the floor were to cave in on itself at any moment. In that moment, the entirity of the floor became a thick coating of frost.
You make subtle glances around you, eyeing all the soldiers around you, sizing them up. Disappointed, you let out a deep sigh.
"I was hoping you would have more reinforcements than this poor lot. I am genuinely disenchanted by you, Prince."
You drop your arm, balling your hand into a fist. With a sudden, unexpected thrust you propel your arm upwards, and countless ice shards emerged from the glacial floor. They fall in sync with your hand and begin to move in a swirl around you. You thrust your hand out in front of you, fingers elongated. Instantaneously, an assembly of ice shards obey your slight command and shoot every in every direction, speeding towards each of the militia. Puckering your soft lips, you blow a kiss towards Thor. Your icy breath envelops him, encasing him in solid ice from the chest down. You went to walk past him, but stopped for a moment.
"You will never catch me until I desire to be caught," you whisper. Your breath was cold against the Prince's ear, as if a breeze of Jotenheim's wind blew past him.
"How do you know I do not fancy seizing you, and that is why you are not rotting in the dungeon already?" asked Thor in a callous voice.
"If you did not desire me, then why pursue me?
"You are a treacherous fanatic!"
"Now, now, let us not resort to name calling," you pouted, and resumed your strides. Once again you were stopped by Thor, his voice piping up once more.
"You have caused Asgard nothing but pain and mayhem. Buildings destroyed- immeasurable lives taken, and for what? Rebellion? Revenge? What-"
Thor stopped a moment and noticed the ice was creeping up his body, slowly but surely ready to encase him completely in a cold tomb.
"Permit me one more question, before anything else," Thor began again.
"Now what could the mighty Thor want to ask?" you say, flexing your muscles mockingly.
"Why," Thor asked in a harsher voice than his previous tone.
"Why what? The murders, the anarchy, the betrayal? What?" you ask, chuckling.
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Frozen Tears Once Shed | Loki FanFic
FanfictionIt's been a year since the attack on Manhattan and Loki is sprung from his jail on Asgard by a most unlikely Renegade, you. You are a force feared by eight realms due to your notorious proficiency with weapons and frost magic. You now have set your...
