Frostbitten

Gods of War and Heroes of Earth

"So what'd you say the guy's name was again?" Stark asked. In his hands was a clear, projecting tablet that casted a pixilated image into the air in front of them. 

Sif was the first to answer, her voice clear and steady. "Tyr," The very name made Sif want to hurl. Even though he had been one of many Asgardians entranced by the thought of battle, Tyr had always acted as if he craved it more than anything. His eyes had always burned with longing to be out slaughtering all those who had wronged his people. While many believed this to be a very desirable trait of his, Sif knew deep down it would one day overtake him and she was right.  

"Right, okay." The projection then changed and formed a new page. On it was a drawn picture of Tyr, along with paragraph upon paragraph of the supposed history of his. Sif snorted at its falseness, along with the inaccuracy of the drawing. "What are you laughing at? This guy seems like the real deal!" Stark argued, swinging his head back and forth from the passage. 

Sif waved her hand passively. Despite her moment, Sif's expression was still grim. "That is not Tyr," she said as she motioned to the cleanly-shaven, slim depiction of the God. "And he most certainly was not the Father of the Gods," She continued. 

Stark raised a brow, "Then who is this guy, really?"

"I don't doubt he is a much different person than we all knew him, but the Tyr I did know was a daring and stout-hearted man, although his yearning for battle had consumed him. I could see it in his eyes," Sif recalled, shivering at the thought. "I had tried many times to convince Odin to ask Tyr to step down from his duties as Chief of the military, though I was not successful," She sighed, followed by a pause. "We used to be friends, Tyr and me. We all were."

Loki scoffed as he remembered many of his close encounters with the God. Some of which left him with countless injuries and broken belongings. Tony was not at all surprised that Loki hadn't gotten along with the man in question, but possibly for the first time in his life, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

This time, it was Fandral who spoke up. "Also, if Tyr saw that picture, I'm sure he wouldn't be too pleased, if not offended at the least. Tyr is much broader and leaner than that."

"And a lot older," Loki muttered scornfully. "Maybe if he shorned that ugly, red mass on his chin, he'd be able to convince some unlucky maiden to court him." Sif felt the automatic need to slap Loki as a warning to mind his manners until she remembered just what Tyr had done. So she settled on a icy glare. In return, Loki merely shrugged and turned back to the others.

Stark waved his hand and the projection disappeared. "Great, we have an angry war God who's obsessed with battle on our hands. Please give me some good news."

"Don't forget the fact that he has an army of Frost Giants at his command," Thor put in.

Stark groaned and buried his eyes behind his hands. "I need a drink." Seconds later, the man returned with a crystal glass just as he had the night before. "I'm going to make some calls." Tony pointed to each of the Asgardians, "You guys..." Stark trailed off before he heavily sighed, "Don't break anything." 

"I don't understand Midgardian entertainment. How do they get joy from watching these idiotic women running around complaining about their footwear?"

Sif chuckled, as she was more amused by Loki's confusion towards each TV show rather than the shows themselves. "I suppose many Midgardians worry about their shoes," she responded with a smile. As Loki surfed through the channels, desperate to find something worth watching, Sif comfortably rested by his side. It had been almost twelve hours since Stark had vanished, leaving the Asgardians to find their own ways to entertain themselves for the time being.

Just as Loki finally settled on crime show, a knock sounded from the door. "Hey Reindeer Games, it's time to come out of there." Loki frowned when he heard the voice of Tony Stark outside his room. Before he could stand up from the bed, Stark barged in. He raised a dark eyebrow at the scene in front of him, "You and Xena?" Loki glared daggers at Tony, then pushed passed him, followed by Sif, who carefully avoided eye contact. 

Unaware of his sudden stop, Sif came crashing into Loki's back. "You've got to be joking..." Sif heard him gasp. Regaining her balance, Sif peered out from behind him to reveal a quite average looking group of Midgardians lounging on the couches. Many of which's attention was drawn towards the God of Mischief beside her. Their expressions quickly faded from happiness to a clear mixture of anger, disgust, surprise, and many other emotions Sif was unable to distinguish. 

As always, Loki was swift at regaining his composure. He smiled darkly and greeted them with a mocking tone, "Well if it isn't the Earth's Mightiest Heroes?" Then, as if the information itself came crashing down a hill and onto her, she realized exactly who these people were, these were the Avengers. The very people who stopped Loki's reign of terror on Midgard. 

One man stood, his bright blue eyes seemed blurred under layers of red hot rage. A hand shot out from the red haired woman beside him as she wrapped her fingers tensely around his forearm, signaling him to sit back down. He did as such, but remained scowling in their direction. Loki smirked, "I see my favorite little handyman missed his master. Still comforting Bird Boy, Romanoff?" The red head stiffened and the blonde man neighboring her looked ready to fight. 

"Loki, that's enough!" Sif growled to him. Loki's smirk faded, but there was still a mischievous glimmer sparkling in his emerald eyes. "So, you must be the Avengers?"

Author's Note: I am SOOO sorry that this took so long to update. I have had possibly the worst writer's block in the history of writing. Anyway, I am super excited to introduce the Avengers into the story, as well as give some more background information on Tyr. Speaking of which, I was attempting to get some pictures of said Asgardian when I found out he was actually in The Dark World. (Played by Clive Russell) So, I'll put a picture up on the side. Lastly, I finally came up with an outline that way I have somewhat of an idea about what's going on. That's about it.... Thanks for all the reads!!!!!! (We're almost at 2k!!)