The Seventh Avenger

If you get yourself killed, I'll kill you

I landed on the walkway of Tony's penthouse with a loud stomp. "Loki!" I yelled as I hurled the doors open, the glass shattering and raining down with a sharp clinking sound. He turned away from the window, his sceptre clasped in his hand. 

"Daughter. Lovely to see you again." 

"Cut the daughter bullshit. I fell for your happy family bullshit last time, but not now. You weren't there for me, neither was my mom, whoever she was. And you know what? I don't care anymore. WE may be related by blood, but never again will we be family." I snarled at him, letting out all the anger I had pent up over 14 years of my family having dumped me outside some unknown building. 

"How dare you claim to be my father? You never cared about me, so you can stick your attempts to rekindle us up your narcissistic Asgardian arse." I said, and without another word, I lunged forward, materializing my own sceptre in my hand, with a sharp tip. 

 Loki yelled in surprise as I lunged forward, the tip of it catching his shoulder as he span out out the way, gashing his shoulder. He growled and struck forward, aiming the piercing end of his spear toward my heart. I gasped and threw up a forcefield, the sceptre striking it, and rebounding. I hadn't expected him to be fighting to kill so quickly. 

I dematerialized the forcefield and the sceptre, and re-summoned my katanas. Swords and Sceptres clashed together, both of us equally matched, until Loki feigned to the left, and struck me with the blunt side of his weapon. 

I toppled to the ground, and Loki was bent over me instantly, his sceptre pressed against my neck. I closed my eyes as I waited for him to finish me, but he never did.

"What are you waiting for? Just try and kill me already! Why aren't you doing anything?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" He hollered, twisting away angrily, his breath laboured.

I sighed heavily, partly in relief that I wasn't hurt, and partly in guilt at the way I had just ruined the small scrap of a relationship we had. I stood, and slowly started to approach Loki. 

He still didn't turn around, so I put my hand on his upper arm, trying to spin him around to face me. I looked into his face, and for the first time saw real emotions in his eyes. I realized that his eyes were an identical color to mine, the color of a clear sea on a sunny day. In his eyes, I saw all the raw emotion he had been compressing. 

"You're afraid." I said gently, my voice soft and pitying. He didn't reply, just nodded his head so slightly that most people wouldn't have noticed it. 

"You're afraid because you can't hurt me." I hazarded a guess.

"I'm afraid because I think I will." He mumbled, looking down. "I'm so sorry. Sorry that we left you. If we hadn't you would have been killed, we were just protecting you.Sorry that I let this get so out of hand. But I can't stop it now." He said, looking back up to me with sad eyes. 

"If I try to stop, he'll kill me. He'll kill all of us." 

"Who? Who will kill you?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you will forgive me. Please." His voice was bereaved with sadness. 

"No. I can't forgive you. You left me, you tried to kill me and my friends, you've destroyed half of New York!" His face dropped, but I hadn't finished. "I can't forgive you right now, but I can start. I understand why you left me here. I can forgive that at least." 

For the second time today, I was pulled into an unexpected hug, but this time by my father. As he held me, I realized I was sobbing quietly into his shoulder, glad that at last I had a real family member that cared about me.