Flames, Gods, and Stories (AoA Loki fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Loki Still Burns

       "And it did have to do with me." A new Loki stood in front of Verity nonchalantly filing his nails. He looked older, his face much more angular, he was taller and  manlier. He looked tired with dark circles under his eyes. His clothes tattered and with soot on his fur collar. "It all had to do with me."

     "What did you do?" Verity asked bewildered. "How could you move time forward eight months?" Loki smirked and looked at her.

      "I can go back and forth through time and change this story completely." Loki turned towards her. "And you think I can't push time forward by a few months, just by totally disintegrating myself?"

       "You WHAT?" Verity bewilderedly yelled. "But, you're-!"

         "Standing right here?" Loki raised a thick brow and finished. "Let me continue the story."

        "Alright, whatever, God of stories." Verity gestured to him.

          "Well, here's what happened..."
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        Despite having just come back from a cold almost death. Loki still felt a burning sensation. All over his arms and chest. It was like the flames were attached to him. Looking at his arms he could see scorch marks. It felt like certain spots on his arms and body were getting hotter and then, he caught sight of flames. He looked in the mirror and could see the flames growing larger.   "Oh no." His eyes widened as he shook his head. He heard King Loki's laugh. "No, NO!" He yelled. He turned around and saw King Loki behind him. He had his lips curled back in an evil grin.
    
   "You didn't think I'd let you go that easy, did you?" He asked.
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      "Wait, so, he never actually left?" Verity questioned. "But, how did he get back in? I was sitting in your living room the entire time."

     "You were?" He asked his brows furrowing and his lip pulling back in a way that revealed his missing tooth. She didn't notice he had lost one of his teeth until now. "I thought you left. So, you didn't hear me screaming?"

      "No." Verity answered. Loki looked surprised. He shrugged it off.
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       Loki screamed out in pain as the fire consumed him again. "You should thank me." King Loki grinned. Loki then, found himself falling, and falling, and falling. He finally landed and found himself looking at the ghosts of Kid Loki and the old Loki that preceded them. He couldn't remember much after that. Something about choosing either to become like the King Loki that was burning him or to choose to follow kid Loki's path and change but, still be the god of lies. Then, there was a third option, one Odin, the all-father, his adoptive father, had presented him with.

     "Be worthy of your own power, Loki, not your brother's." Odin had reminded Loki. Then there was something that occurred to him. Lies are just like stories. But, not all stories are lies. In front of him he saw his own crown. Gold and missing one horn with green flames around it."

     "What are lies?" Loki asked coming to a conclusion. He walked up to the stone pedestal his crown sat on. "Lies, are like stories. But, not all stories are lies." He put his hands out to pick the headpiece up. "So, Let's write a new story, while we still have the chance." Loki had picked up his crown and put it on his head. After that, the flames on the outside had turned into a blaze actually burning him now. "A new story with a new Loki." Loki couldn't actually feel the flames in his mind, couldn't see them either. After that, he had blown up, totally disintegrated.

    He found himself in a dark blank space. It felt like he was in the middle of nowhere. But, at the same time, some where important. Then, he had wandered for so long. He could barely remember anything now. He remembered a motherly voice speaking to him.

   "It is not dying." She had said referring to how his physical body was gone. Eventually, he had figured out where he was, it was the void. The areas between the realms and the multiverse. The motherly voice speaking to him was the tree that connected the realms. The same tree that taught Odin runes. Eventually, he figured out how to get out and he remembered where Verity lived. That's where he would go. He needed a good friend to talk to after everything he'd been through here. Although, it seemed like nothing had happened. A lot about him had changed. For eight months he had no contact with anybody else. Meaning he had a lot to think about.