Thor and Loki (A Collection of Fan Fiction Shorts)

Coming Home

Quote Inspiration: 

"I'm coming home, coming home. Tell the world that I'm coming home. Let the rain, wash away, all the pain of yesterday. I know my kingdom awaits, and I've forgiven my mistakes. I'm coming home, coming home. Tell the world that I'm coming home."

"Frigga is the only reason you are alive and you will never see her again." 

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Thor had been all to accomidating for me when I had been removed from Earth. A simple clamp over my mouth to silence me and a few chains. The moment I had landed in Asgard, I had been bound in more chains than even the most feared monsters of Asgard had been placed in. But perhaps that I was now THE monster that parents told their children at night about was part of the reason. 

Thor was mad, I could tell, but he was also hurting. He may not say it but he cared for me, more than I could say. My mind was clearer now, a few hits by that green beast in New York had reminded me of my true intentions, of what I truly desired. Yes, the tesseract had helped with that but it had fueled my rage, but in the end it had miscalculated the necessary ways to ensure my win. 

It was the reason I had deviated from my plans, I did not wish to rule Midgard, no they were too simple, too behind in the times. And quite frankly too stupid that I had only need be of clever wit and words and they would sign their soul over to me. That's how that oaf of the leader of the kingdom "USA" or whatever it  meant for that had been the cry of the people in the streets of New York when Thor had led me away. 

No, I had wished for a way to rule over Asgard, to get it away from my brother, the brother that was not fit to rule on the throne. He was smart, brave, strong, compassionate and so much more, but he thought too much with his heart and not enough with his head. I on the other hand knew how to do both, how to rule. I had tried to prove that to father once and it ended with my failed suicide attempt. Yes, death would have been much sweeter than what I endured during that time with Thanos, but I did not need their pitty so I did not inform them of what had transpired when I fell to my first death. 

Heimdall's gold eyes met me first when we had exited the Bifrost portal. Out of all the Asgardians, he was one that always seemed to understand everyone's actions. Why did Odin not listen to him more? I often wondered if Heimdall knew of my plans to delay Thor's ceremony, that I originally had wished for him to be taught a lesson to become a better king. I even wondered now if he knew my intentions for why I had caused that blasted man, Fury was his name, to assemble his "Avengers". 

It was true, I had realized quickly after Thanos had sent me to earth that my true intentions had been warped to fit my masters bidding. I was not to be some pet they used to fulfill their true intentions. The moment I had learned of the Avengers inititive, thanks to that scientist I had lodged my mind into, I began to develop a plan. A plan that would summon my brother to come get me, to put a team together to make it appear that I had truly failed and only hoped that Thanos would by it and finally end my pain and end me. 

Alas, niether had worked, Thanos had not come to fetch me or to end me, I could only hope now as I was led down the towards the inner parts of the palace that Odin would silence me. I could only pray he would finally extend me some mercy and put me out of my misery. Such a sadistic thing to wish for, but I saw no point in living if Thanos was to kill me one day; at least my father's execution would be quicker. 

Thor left me not long after we started to get closer to the throne room, in no doubt did he wish to see what Odin would say. He claimed he would kill me but I honestly never believed that he really could deliever the final blow; but he made a pretty good mask that said he would. 

I saw my mother the moment I walked in, Odin sitting arrogantly on the throne like he knew what was best for me; he knew nothing but how to allow death and destruction to run rampid in his own kingdom. Sass rolled off of me, looking to my mother in an attempt to mask her of my true feelings and my nervousness of what was to come. She would get over my death as would Thor and of course father. She would cry and mourn once again but she could live without me. 

"And you shall never see her again." 

Those words, they were not the ones I had wantd to hear when I asked for Odin to end me. They were the opposite of what I wished the hear. My mother and her beautiful heart may have stopped the ax from swinging on my head but it had not ended my pain as I had wished. And now, that pretentious King told me that I would never see my mother again, thus the only person that had ever really loved me would be ripped from me. She could deal with the loss of me but I would not tolerate the pain of losing her. 

Perhaps it was best that she forgot me, perhaps it was the best if I dismissed her from my life. I did not deserve a woman that loved me as such. 

These were my thoughts as I marched towards my cell. It was already adorned with my favorite pieces of furniture from my chamber and books to my liking. 

"Mother." I smiled, taking a hold of my favorite novel that she had placed on my bed. I didn't let the guards see my smile; they would get no such pleasure. 

"Welcome home, my son."

My mother's words floated to my ears. I turned to see her in my cell, the guards did not seem to notice her. I stared for a moment, wondering if she was my illusion; the confused look on her face gave me away. 

"Use one of your clever tricks my son, your father must not know that I am here." 

"He is not my father." I bitterly said, throwing up an illusion that showed me simply lying on my bed, reading. She didn't say anything, but I had no doubt that she could hear me. 

"Why have you come?" My words floated softly over to her, walking closer with my hands laced behind my back. 

"To welcome you home and see if you are well." 

"To see if I am well? I am placed in a cell while Thor runs free and I am treated lower than the worse criminals in Asgard. This is not my home mother, this is the worst prison my mind could imagine and Odin knows it." 

"Oh my son." She extended her hands to me, as if to give me a hug, but she shook her head when I came to snag her hands. "Only to see not to touch." 

Light shimmered and she dissapeared from my sight and I felt more alone than I had ever felt since I had been released from Thanos' grasp. I had no home to go to, I was a orphan that had no kingdom awaiting him, no one forgave me of my mistakes...except my mother; home would always be wherever she was. 

But I was a monster, monsters never got happy endings.