For we once so loved the world by HowlingDarkness95

Chapter 15

Loki was thrown back by a huge force; slamming into the concrete, bits of debris flying against his face. He gasped, propping his hands beneath him as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He bathed heavily, watching with wide eyes as the flames enveloped the entire building. He stared at the building, dimly registering that the chitauri pouring out had appeared from nowhere at all. But he couldn't focus on that.

He didn't hear the captain's shouts for him to get up. He didn't hear the excited screams of the chitauri s they surrounded the avengers. He didn't hear the sound of blasts from Iron Man. He didn't hear the roar as the Hulk made its appearance.

His ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything. He could only stare, half lying and half sitting on the pavement, at the flames licking the building.

He did not care about the chitauri swarming around him.

He did not care about the captain's panicked shouts to get his team into a position that would increase their chances of safety.

He did not care that he was in a vulnerable position.

He could only stare in growing horror as his mind replayed the entire event continuously.

The building had exploded.

The building had exploded with his brother inside.

The building had exploded with his brother inside.

Something inside of him shattered as his mind recalled unbidden memories of their adventures- how many times do I have to tell you o stop being so reckless? One day you'll get in trouble and I will not be able to get you out-his hand snapped up instinctively and grabbed the blade that was aimed at his head.

He snarled at the chitauri, ignoring how his hand was sliced open by the blade and with a flurry of motions, he stood above the chitauri, its head severed from its neck by a dagger he had not known he had summoned.

He turned to survey the aliens surrounding him, green eyes hard as ice and glittering dangerously. With a roar that did not reach his ears, he leapt into the fray, a dagger flying into a chitauri's face as another was summoned immediately in its place.

He whirled like a tornado, dealing death instantaneously to any who crossed his path. Loki lashed out, ducking under swings and gutting the aliens. He swept his feet under them, following through with the movement and slamming his foot into the chitauri's face.

After a while of fighting, the chitauri backed away, forming a circle around him, wary of him now that they had tasted death by his blade. He didn't see the shocked looks that the avengers were giving him from behind. His eyes only focused on the chitauri separating him from his brother as he stood, daggers in an ice-pick grip in both of his hands, dripping green fire. He grinned, a grin that promised danger and death to all. Like in Jotunheim, the chitauri shifted uneasily, this was not the weak liesmith that they had been expecting.

He twisted his daggers, letting the green fire drip down the blade. He tensed, waiting to spring into action- impossible, he thought, his eyes widening in shock. He ignored the gathered chitauri, his vision narrowing to a specific one, standing a ways behind the group, directly in front of the building. His breath hitched, the chitauri, wearing a long robe that swept the ground with a hood that cast shadows over its face, raised its six fingered hand and with a whoosh, disappeared into the flames.

Loki stared at where the alien was standing, his grip on his daggers so tight until his knuckles turned white. The traitorous voice in his mind whispered, You think you know pain? He will make you long for that so sweet as pain.