Loki- a tale of blood and seidr

Prologue

The beeping of the machines woke him up. He had only ever seen such primitive machines on few planets, seeing as he had last been with Thor, it could only mean that Loki was on Midgard.

For a moment he felt his mind blank, could remember nothing past the face of his not-brother. But slowly, surely memories started to fill his head.

He regained his memories in flashes.

He remembered the feeling of touching the barrier of his cell, the helplessness that came with being trapped. He remembered flashes of madness... of anger... trying to connect with his seidr and feeling the barriers on it... sounding the barrier and finding... Not now!

He remembered the attack on Asgard, the talk of the warriors, the news of his -no! the All-Mother's death and how no one had told him about it. How he had not been taken to see her final journey to Valhalla.

The monitors started beeping faster and faster.

He remembered Thor coming to his cell, asking his help. Remembered escaping from Asgard through on of the many rifts in space. Remembered the elf, his warrior and his sword. The sword that ran though him, in through his chest and out through his back.

His ears were filled with the rush of his blood and the noise of the machines around him. He was starting to pant.

He remembered dying. He had clearly felt the bliss of cold, of nothingness, of the endless embrace of the darkness he had always known would come with the end. He had died and burned his magic, shattered the barrier!

He felt hands on him, sharp stabs in his arms, burning that quickly spread throughout his arms and continued to spread and spread. The blackness closed on him just as fast and suddenly he was back to being unconscious.

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The occupants of the room watched the thrashing man quickly fall limp in the hospital bed, out so quickly it surprised even the doctors. This wasn't how Thor responded to Earth medicines. But the thought that now they knew how to subdue the Loki was indeed very relieving.

Banner felt the pleasure filled rumble of Hulk from inside him. Stark felt the tension he had been carrying inside him ease out at last. They had a trump card after all. Whatever Bruce had injected Reindeer Games with, he just had to have shipped by the gallons and everything would be fine. Thor was unclear how to feel, he was glad Loki was fine, it let up the guilt he felt in his heart until this moment. On the other hand, he had secretly hoped the Jotun would pass to wherever the Jotun went and make his life easier. Apparently not, he sighed. He fingered the metal in his pocket as he stood in the healing room.

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