Stuck in Avengers!

Off to Midgard

Cyril POV:

"Good morning, Sunshine!" I grinned as I stretched in the glow of my room. I managed to sleep soundly for the rest of the night, and woke up to the shining city in the morning. The floor wasn't freezing when I stepped out of bed, either! This day just keeps getting better and better. Anyways, I have quite a day planned for myself. Today, I'll be paying a visit to Asgard, and then I'll be persuading Loki to take me with him to Jotunheim. Bumbling around my room, I muffled a yawn while stepping into a pair of loose jeans. Buttoning them, I turned around to go find a shirt. After picking out a long sleeved white shirt, I slipped on a dark green hoodie before padding into the hallway. No one's gonna mind if I walk around barefoot, right? As soon as I got to the throne room, I made my presence known. Throwing open the large door, I made an announcement. "I demand sustenance!" I screamed, and scared the devil out of a consort talking with Loki. The consort glared at me before being waved away by his king. "Where's the kitchen in this place? I want toast and cheerios." I divulged, strolling up to the throne. Before anyone could answer me, I spoke again. "You know what? I'll find it myself. And-and I'm starting to think that you guys don't have toast OR cheerios. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go grocery shopping in Midgard. Among other things." and with that, I strutted out of the room to go back to mine. After tugging a pair of white converse high-tops on, I raised my arm and sliced it downward. As it arced, a golden circle split open before me, revealing a dingy alley in New Mexico. Stepping through, I snapped my fingers, dissolving the portal. "That was easy," I said cheerily to myself, skipping down the sidewalks of the city. "Now to find Jane Foster," I hummed, catching sight of a diner. Through the glass, I found what I was looking for. Zipping up to it, I stopped just before I smashed through the window. No one saw me, and I quickly walked through the door. Nicking a menu from a separate (and occupied) table, I took a seat in a table next to Jane's. Peering out from my menu, I watched as Thor finish off his coffee, and chuck it on the ground. As Jane began to freak out, I snickered, and began to laugh. They sent me an odd look. "Oh, god, I-I just can't," I snorted, as a waitress took her place next to me. "What can I get for you today, sweetheart?" she asked, and I smiled. "Pancakes and orange juice, please!" I said with a sickly sweet smile. Nodding, she took my menu and walked away. I set to listening in on Jane's conversation. They were just talking about what should be done about Thor, the mark made on the ground in the desert, the bizarre reading on the machines, yadda yadda yadda. "Hey, are you going to be polite and pretend to do something else while eavesdropping, or are you just going to continue looking stupid?" Darcy inquired, cocking an eyebrow at me from across her table. At that moment, my pancakes and juice came. "Well, now I DO have something to do now, Darcy," I snapped, taking a forkful and biting it. "How did you know Darcy's name?" Jane questioned suspiciously. "Dammit Jane, can't you just go with it?" I sighed, sipping my juice sassily. "Answer Jane's question, it's not natural the way you know their names," Thor recommended, slamming his fork down. "Shut up, Goldie Locks," I growled, taking another bite of pancake. Darcy and Eric snorted, as I tossed back the rest of my orange juice. When I was 3/4 of the way through my pancake, a man at the bar thingy mentioned an unliftable hammer that had fallen in the desert. Thor and I perked up at this, and as he stood up to go question the man I began to shovel down the rest of my breakfast. Throwing down ten dollars, I pushed my chair in and started walking to the door. "Hey, what's your name!" Jane called out to me. "Cyril Morey!" I shouted back as I booked it out of the diner. Seeing as I didn't have a car, I had to run to the location. Super speed of course, but it's hot here and I hate heat. Stopping around fifty feet before the sight, I normally jogged up to the crater. "Hey there, Girlie! Come to try your luck with the hammer?" A portly, middle aged man asked me. He bore down on me, and I glared harshly. "I am not worthy. So no, I will not be attempting to lift it. Go pester some one else," I grumbled, sticking my hands in my pockets. "Okay, little lady. You need to learn some manners!" He barked, and clenched his fists. There were practically waves of hostility rolling off him. Tensing up, I raised my fists in turn. "You wanna fight, mate?" I challenged. We had attracted a small crowd. Clearly, no one thought I would win. Bets were already being made. At the same time though, no one was trying to stop the whole thing. Now, I know it's not fair. I was stronger, faster, and more cunning than this man. He didn't stand a chance. But, he's clearly going to insult me within the next twenty seconds, and I just won't stand for that. "Bring it on you little cunt," he spat, and I really don't want to repeat what he said next. Let's just say that it was a crude sexual insult and made me want to castrate him with a hacksaw. And then pour salt, lemon, and vinegar on the wound. The man charged, and I swiftly dodged. Spinning around, he came at me again, swinging. Spinning around, I round house kicked him in his stupid stomach. He began to fall to his knees, wheezing. I caught his head in my hands, and brought my knee into his face, hard. Hopping to the side before the blood could stain my clothes, I slammed my elbow into his back. Falling forward, his face hit the dirt. As a final insult, I planted my foot in his ass and kicked him forward. Hard. Silence fell over us. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder, and an arm wrapped around my throat; effectively pinning me in a choke hold. "That's my best buddy, you little bitch!" the man holding me said in a breathy voice. Planting me feet firmly into the ground, I lurched forward. The man tipped over my back and flew onto the dusty ground. There were approximately three men left that wished to fight me. In the corner of my eye, I saw three sleek BMW's pulling up. S.H.I.E.L.D. I'll have to get their attention. Infiltrating their ranks is on my to-do list. As the men raced toward me, I whipped my arm out, and the resulting force threw the man fifteen feet. "Anyone else want a turn!?" I roared, pumping my fist into the air. A little dramatic, yes, but I was having fun. Pushing my way through the stunned crowd, I was pleased to see that Coulson had seen my little spectacle. Taking a quick peek at the hammer which was being covered up, I apparated away as the riled crowd was being ordered to disperse. I landed in Jane's little trailer, and was surprised to find myself alone. Summoning a piece of large poster paper, I scrawled my phone number on it. In bold, I printed 'CYRIL MOREY'S PHONE #. CALL ANYTIME BUT NOT TOO OFTEN BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE VIEWED AS DESPERATE AND WELL THAT'S JUST NOT GOOD FOR SELF ESTEEM NOW IS IT'. Having got my message across, I taped it over the kitchen cupboards and grinned before apparating to the alley. "Back to Asgard." I sighed, slicing my arm down. As the golden light washed over me, I began to step back into my bedroom. I faintly heard shouting, and looking back, I found a S.H.I.E.L.D agent sprinting toward me. "EEK!" I squealed, and launched myself through the portal, zipping it closed. I had fallen onto my backside, and stared where the threat had once been. "Oh God," I sighed, flopping backward. "I just want to take a nap," I whined, curling into a fetal position. Shakily, I pulled myself to my feet, and trudged back into the hallway. Going back to the throne room, I didn't find Loki sitting in the throne, where I thought he'd be. "Well, stupid, he probably has other matters to attend to. Now, use that enhanced sight and tracking of yours to find him," I chided, zipping over to a balcony area in the castle. It looked over the front of the kingdom, and the first place I zoomed in on was the bi frost. Shutting my eyes, I concentrated on Loki. Images of the realm zoomed through my mind, before landing in the bi frost. Indeed, Loki stood there, speaking with Heimdall. I apparated there as fast as possible. I appeared just outside of it. "As of right now, no one uses the bi frost without my permission. Nothing is allowed in or out. Anyone who disobeys this order will be charged with traitorous intent and cast out of Asgard," Loki ordered, sending an icy glare to Heimdall, before catching sight of me. "Bonjour!" I said cheerily, hoping that it looked like I hadn't just beat a couple of guys' asses five minutes ago. "Where are you going?" I questioned innocently, tipping my head to one side. Heimdall began to set the bi frost in motion, and I quickly stepped in. "You are not to come with me," Loki asserted sharply, and I laughed. "As someone who has a lot of...unsavory information regarding what you're about to do, do you really think that you should send me away?" I asked, wanting to punch myself for threatening him. The gate thingy opened, and we fell through. "I'm sorry for threatening to black mail you! It's just that I have a bit of a schedule to keep, and I need to make good on-" it was at that point we landed. Loki was on his feet, but I found myself burrowed in the snow. AGAIN. Spitting out a mouthful, I raised myself onto my knees. "You better not be laughing," I growled, not looking behind me. "You had it coming," Loki said with a smirk as he walked by. Scrambling to my feet, I hurried after him. "So we're going to see Laufey again," my voice trailed off as we approached the eerie thrown. Laufey's red eyes glinted in the dull light. "Kill them," he uttered, and the crackling of ice filled the air. Summoning the Katar, I lifted it defensively as Loki spoke. "After all I've done for you," he said, laughing a little. "I have an offer to make," he continued, "right now, Odin, the long reigning king of Asgard, lies asleep within the palace's chambers. Comepletley defenseless, he lies. As the person who got you into Asgard unnoticed, I can let you in again. You can kill Odin," Loki bargained, and Laufey paused to consider this. "I am your ally, after all. This offer will only better extend your reign. Will you accept?" he finished speaking, and the Jotun king leaned forward. "I...accept," Nodding once, Loki spun around and began to walk away. Gripping my katar protectively, I stuck my tongue out at a leering frost giant. Once we were back in Asgard, Loki and I walked at a relaxed pace over the rainbow bridge. "So...you do have a plan to stop the whole 'killing of the comatose king' right?" I asked nervously. "Of course. This is only to gain the trust of the people and clear whatever doubt may be had in me." he assured, and I frowned. "Should I just assume that Heimdall already knows, or..will something else have to be done?" I questioned, thinking of what happened in the movie. "Heimdall cannot do anything. He is sworn under oath to obey my orders. Do you doubt my ability to protect this kingdom? To have a successful rule?" He accused, and I groaned. "Not at all. Don't forget that I'm also here to help. If you managed to check in on me for over one thousand years, I think I owe you a few favors," I laughed. "Hey! Wanna go watch a movie in my room? I got a whole little pile in one of the cubbyholes on my wall," I offered excitedly. "A..movie?" he asked confusedly. Gasping violently, I placed a hand on my chest. "Your confusion indicates to me that you have not seen one of those. Come with me, we must go," I said urgently, tugging him through the castle. After sifting through all the movies, I chose Totoro. Popping it in, I decided to pay another visit to Midgard, and I voiced my plan to Loki as a few trailers played onscreen. "I'll be conveying a message to Thor, so I suppose we could go together," he suggested. "Yeah! I have to investigate the set up S.H.I.E.L.D has prepared for the hammer. Is there anything that you need me to do?" I asked. "Not yet. I may need you to subdue Sif and her warriors, if necessary." he concurred, and I nodded. "Your wish is my command," I said, giving a goofy salute. The beginning of the movie began to play, and I hurriedly told Loki to shut up if he was about to talk. As we watched on the bed, I began to wonder what was going to happen when the frost giants got here. I wasn't going to stop them, of course. But I think I'll plan to put the blame on me. I'll just low-key mention it to Sif when she and the others are going to Midgard. If it'll take a little of the blame off Loki's shoulders, I'll do it. Jesus, I am sooo getting my ass tossed in jail for this...