❥ DISCONTINUED
❥ Incomplete
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/ˌevəˈtərnədē/ - eternal existence; everlasting duration
A mutant with telepathic abilities is tasked with performing a psychological evaluation on the God of Mischief. They navigate through their messy pas...
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❝ There never was a woman like her.
She was gentle as a dove
and brave as a lioness. ❞
~Andrew Jackson
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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when the Bifrost brought Thor back to Midgard once again, outside a large complex owned by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was mostly underground, with the exception of some skylights and the necessary exterior protection.
It had been a year since the incident in New York, and S.H.I.E.L.D had talked Odin into letting them keep Loki to pay for his crimes on Midgard. Thor had seen to his brothers cell personally, ensuring they had the necessary means to keep the God of Mischief in place. The Tesseract, however, had been sent back to Asgard where it was heavily protected and far from reach.
He made his way through the twisting halls of the complex knowledgeably and was given access without so much as a question. A faint green shimmer surrounded the glass cell in the centre of a dark, concrete room. Loki stood with his back to the door, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Loki," Thor called out and his brother turned to face him.
"Thor, after all this time and now you come to visit me. Why? Have you come to gloat? To mock?"
"Loki, enough. No more illusions. Mother has passed." He lowered his illusion, the translucent green shimmer in the air fading.
"You think I don't know that? I felt her presence vanish, even from this Midgardian Hel." His hair hung limp and lifeless in his face, books and furniture were broken and strewn across the cell.
"I did not come here to share our grief. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament." Loki contemplated for a moment, before motioning for his brother to continue. "I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterword, this cell." A low chuckle escaped the prisoners lips.
"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?"
"I don't. Mother did."
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