The Villian From My Daydreams

Chapter Six - Knives and Ice

Song for this chapter is Pierce the Veil 'Bulls in the Bronx'.

It has been brought to my attention by a dear reader that I may have not made things clear. For example how Cecilia is the Clintasha's child but she looked like a Frost Giant. So... the question was is she Frost Giant or did Loki put a spell on her to change her appearance? I would like to confirm that it was a spell! In chapter three when Loki put his hand on her shoulder, she looked down and saw her skin was blue. She is of Midguard; a mortal; a human. Loki changed her so that she looked like a Frost Giant, making it more acceptable for marrying her.

Hope that cleared that up for you and any other questions, batter in :)

Chapter Six - Knives and Ice

 A bar of ice fell and smashed on the ground. My heart was almost tearing out my chest. The sound of metal chipping away at ice filled my ears. Hope was filling my heart. Loki had gone with Bruce somewhere and that made me feel afraid. What was he doing with my Bruce? More ice fell to the ground and then there was a clunk sound. A sound of metal against metal. My eyes darted over to my mother who was muttering something Russian under her breathe.

"What's wrong?" I rushed, my voice unwillingly shaking.

"Every second bar is reinforced with some metal." She moaned, slumping back with her knife. "There's no way out."

"Unless..." I murmured.

"Unless what?" Steve chipped in, sitting up straighter.

"Do you guys know where Thor is?" I asked. Just as on queue a hammer shot though the closed door, ripping a hole in the centre. "Wait, I know where he is." Dad sniggered at my comment.

Thor's towering figure cast a shadow along the room. Thor stormed over to my cell with a similarly built man with long white hair and a gold eye patch. His face showed years of age but his stance and glimmer in his eye showed vigor and strength.

"If I hadn't raised Loki like my own, I would kill him right now." The man grumbled. He man put a hand onto dads cell and it opened. As did mine, mum's, Tony's and Steve's. We all struggled out and brushed off the dust and frost off our clothes. Odin raised his large hand towards me and I placed my hand trustily in his. I felt a warmth spread through me. My cold blue skin was back to the pale pink it used to be.

"Thank you, sir." I gushed politely, embracing the older man in a warm grateful hug. I stood back awkwardly and looked back in the direction Loki and Bruce went. That's when we heard a scream of pain. My heart felt like it stopped.

We all rushed towards the door. Odin smashed through it with ease. The sight we saw was awful. It took me all my will power not to scream or pass out. Bruce was hanging from the ceiling, his flesh deadly pale. Needles and pins poked out of his body and bare chest. Loki stood at the back of the room, fiddling with some sort of machine. It was terrifying. The way that Bruce's body swung slightly and how small trickles of blood laced his skin. I grabbed the gun out of my mothers belt and took a shot. A shot that raced into the rope, letting Bruce fall free. His body slumped on the ground in a dead weight. Loki shot around rage in his green eyes. He twisted the sceptre that was in his hand, launching it at us. I aimed the gun again. The bullet zipped through the gold rod, braking it in two. I kept the gun aimed at Loki as I slowly made my way to Bruce.

"Loki Laufyson," The old man boomed.

"Odin," Loki replied haughtily. Odin. It made sense. The old man was Thor's father!

"By my law, oh son of mine, I know declare you, once again, in my custody. You are no longer bound by wedlock. You are no longer of high authority of Jotunheim." Odin confirmed, grabbing Loki's arm and twisting it behind his back.

I stopped paying attention to the words being spoken by the Asguardians. I was knelt down, slowly taking out every needle and pin out of Bruce's battered body. My hands shook and my lip quivered as tears poured down my face. I just chanted quietly under my breath in his ear: 'Please don't be dead, please'. I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes, letting my own red hair mix uncomfortably with the redness of his blood. I felt nothing; heard nothing. Until a beat filled my lungs. A beat coming from his chest. I sat up, grabbing the hand of the man I loved.

"Bruce?" I whimpered. Mum and dad came down to see to Bruce with me. Steve and Thor helped Odin remove Loki from the premises. Bruce's eye lids fluttered a little. "Bruce, wake up, stay with me." I pleaded. I removed the last remaining rope from his neck and just sat, watching him. Pleading for his survival.

Thor and Steve came rushing back in. Thor lifted Bruce fireman style over his broad shoulder and we all followed towards the bifrost. It was good to be on Earth again. Or on Midguard. Whatever you wanted to call it. The air filled my noise with the familiar pollution. The buzz of New York filled my ears and the grand skyscrapers tingled my eyes. Thor lay Bruce down on the bed and Pepper fitted an AV line into his arm. She had gotten too used to patching everyone up, mostly Tony. Tony wrapped his arms flirtatiously around my waist.

"Quite a shot you got there kid," He smirked. "Ever heard of a team called the Avengers?"

I laughed but was interrupted by a large black figure. He was almost the size of Thor, but defiantly more daunting. His long leather coat fell to below the ankles and a scarred eye was covered in a black eye patch. It was like evil Odin. Except he was no God. He was a mortal; a human; Nick Fury.

"Where have you all been? I come up here because trouble has arisen and none of you are here!" He explained. We all sighed. We had a lot of explaining and Fury was either going to get very angry or extremely confused.

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This ain't the last chapter! I kinda reliswd when writing this that it sounded like an ending. I'm thinking of making my own villain? What do you guys think? And for fans of Loki, I'm almost certain this ain't the last y'all see of him :)

Mae x