My family, the Avengers ( An Avengers/ Percy Jackson Crossover)

The Dark World Arc : Long has she reigned

He lay on his bed, deep in his thoughts, and continued to toss a decorative ornament up, only to catch it when it came down. It hadn't been that long since Percy left Loki's cell, could've only been two hours at least. But something troubled the god. A feeling, like, some sort of premonition that something bad was going to happen. Normally he would dismiss it as a bad dream or unnecessary worrying, yet, this time, he couldn't. 

The vague scene replayed in his mind over and over, matching the rhythm in which he threw the object up and down. A brightly lit room and two figures battling against a shadow only to transition to a sea of lanterns following something in the distance. It confused him. Plagued his mind because every time the picture changed, his heart stung. But what did it mean?

Voices interrupted his thoughts. Loud cries of 'help!', 'someone help!' carried from further in the dungeon. He couldn't really see what was happening, being too close to the entrance was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he was able to see the new captures and watch as they walked down the hallway. Chains clasped around their neck, wrists, and ankles; unable to break free. Loki thought that maybe it was the new group of prisoners making all that noise. They had just been brought in today and probably didn't understand the rules they had to follow. 

But then the lights flickered. And the yells for help became more panicked, and hurried as if whatever was with them--though it was only prisoners in their cell--scared them. 

Loki sat up in the bed and looked down the hall from the left cell wall and watched as guards rushed down to whatever was happening. More time had passed and he could distinctly hear the sound of the guards trying to subdue the threat, but that hadn't worked out well. Clanking metal echoed through the hall and gave the god of mischief the answer. The guards had failed. And one by one, he could hear the sounds of the cell walls shatter. Captured men yelled in glee as they stepped out of their white-walled shared prison. 

Behind him came a small group of Asgardian soldiers, armed and ready to put the men back in their cells, but they were outmatched. And so a fight between the guards and newly-freed men clashed in front of his cell. Loki watched as a man, tall and menacing, waded through the chaos around him, and looked at the imprisoned god. He said nothing but continued his trek to the exit.

"You might want to take the stairs to the left," Loki said to the man. It turned around and followed his advice, sidestepping the rest of the Asgardian soldiers as they trotted in their ranks to control the chaos. 

Percy walked through the grand halls of the palace, no, castle. Is there a bigger word than castle, because Percy didn't think it was the right word to describe how big a luxurious this place was. In his hands was the leather-bound book his father had given him just mere hours ago, open to the first few pages. He read and scanned through the pages taking in all the lessons his father wrote down. Taking mental notes on how similar his problems were to his father: never could get the foot stances correct, pronouncing the names of the spells was difficult, and hand placements weren't a thing to the beginner sorcerer. Was sorcerer the right word too?

He stopped in the middle of an intersection. Faint echoes from the halls around him carried the sounds of swords clashing, metal falling, and cries of pain and agony. Percy closed the book and peered down the hallways, searching for the source. And as he looked down the hall on his left, he saw it. A group of men, decorated in black armor and creepy white masks that shielded their faces, attacking two Asgardian soldiers. 

Quickly, Percy dropped the book and ran to help. 

Placing a swift kick to the nearest intruder's face, a couple of hooks to his face, and a forceful sweep at his legs to bring the enemy down and hit his head on the ornate pillars. He took the weapon out of the now unconscious person and shot red beams at the other two, bringing them down. Panting, Percy looked to the Asgardians, "are you alright?" They nodded their heads, said their thanks, and ran further down the hall to where the fighting continued.