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Mythos	By : OmniaVanitus Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mortals. Pftt. Just how stupid and idiotic could they possibly be?
Quite a bit apparently, but what more could you expect from creatures who only use about 10% of their brains at any given time.
What was that quaint little Midgardian saying? Ah, yes: "Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups." Especially if said group included a loudmouthed god of thunder and a temperamental green beast.
If he had been in his right mind or even in control of it all those months ago, then he never would have bothered with Earth and he suspected that the only reason Thor did was because they were just as dimwitted as he was. And putting it to that woman of his was an added bonus no doubt.
For his crimes against Midgard, Loki had been stripped of his titles and banished from Asgard. He'd been lucky to have escaped execution, or at the very least a lifelong imprisonment, but thanks to his mother's persuasiveness, Frigga had not only convinced the Allfather to listen to Loki's side, but for Loki himself to put aside his anger and speak openly and honestly, something which neither men wanted to do. But it wasn't too surprising really, Frigga had been married to and mother of two of the most stubborn men in the whole of the nine realms and she was well accustomed to dealing with them and getting her way.
The unending void, the all consuming madness of Yggdrasil, and the horrors dealt by the Mad Titan were enough to garner the court's sympathy and for Odin himself to gather up the last tendrils of fatherly love and spare him the dungeons. But in exchange, Loki would never step foot in Asgard again nor be claimed an Odinson. It was to be expected.
For the first several months Loki had drifted, floating from realm to realm. With Asgard closed to him and Jotunheim a volatile clusterfuck it wasn't long before he eventually found himself back on Midgard. Right where it all went wrong.
Belonging neither here nor there, Earth was as good a place as any for him to find himself. It wasn't that bad actually, now that he was free of his overbearing 'parents'. It was just a shame he couldn't keep the thunderer at bay as well.
SHIELD hadn't been too happy when they found out he had returned of course, but then again that might have had something to do with how he had revealed himself.
Instead of waiting for the day when SHIELD would inevitably find him, Loki had materialized in front of the scowling, one-eyed director willingly. And despite his rather sudden appearance Nick Fury, for his part, had taken it in stride. Leaning back in his plush office chair, the man didn't so much as splutter out his morning coffee.
"Well, well, well," Fury had called. "I was wondering when you'd finally decide to drag your sorry ass in here."
"Director," Loki answered with a slight nod. Dressed in the sleek black suit he had worn back in Stuttgart, Loki claimed the sole seat in front of Fury's desk.
The two men sat in silence for several minutes, passively studying the other as Fury sipped at his black coffee and Loki's curious green eyes strayed to the few sparse artifacts decorating the room. Just as Loki reached out a long, bony finger to poke and prod at an odd curio laying out on the desk before him, Fury spoke.
"Thor told us all about your banishment, but I'd like to hear it from your own mouth."
"You would trust my words, Director?"
"Do I look that stupid to you?"
"Then why bother?"
"We have to start somewhere," Fury shrugged, "and believe it or not, I've actually been warming to the idea of having you around. I rather like knowing where you are as opposed to leaving you to gallivant about universe doing god knows what. And I'm sure Barton would approve of having you within shooting distance as well."
"No doubt," Loki agreed. "And here I thought you'd be scrambling for your precious Avengers to come and lock me in chains."
"The thought had crossed my mind, but Thor has made it quite clear that you fall under Asgard's law and your punishment was dealt at their discretion, regardless of how pitifully lacking the rest of us think it was."
"Was my banishment truly so unexpected? Such arrangements have been made throughout your Midgardian history," Loki pointed out. "Napoleon ruled the world before being banished to a small island."
"It's funny you should mention Napoleon. We have a little syndrome named after him, but I'm sure you've heard of that too."
"Yes, I'm familiar with the term," Loki admitted, ignoring the obvious bait, and asked curiously, "what is it you hope to gain?"
"Information," Fury said simply.
"And in return for this bounty of knowledge?"
"SHIELD would be more than happy to play host during your stay here on Earth."
Loki gave him a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, Director, but I've no intention of being your prisoner again. I've played the part far too often as of late."
"Then what?"
He hesitated, pausing long enough to take a breath. "I wish to be left alone, to find my own way."
"To make a home amongst us ants?"
"For a time," Loki said with a shrug.
He was willing to admit that Fury was by no means a stupid man and SHIELD had levied him with more than just information in return for staying on their precious little planet. But still not as much as he had been anticipating.
In addition to being SHEILD's new consultant on all things magical and alien, at least whenever Thor's limited knowledge on such things were of no benefit, he had also been forced to give a public apology. One, he might add, that was as fake as any other he had ever been forced to give and that was also not so public considering how much effort SHEILD had taken into keeping his identity secret. Loki had been half tempted to tell them that he could change his appearance just as easily as he could breath, but then again they do have to find some things out for themselves, right? And it's not like they won't have the opportunity, being monitored was another necessary condition of SHIELD's.
Loki was only grateful they chose a noninvasive method, something for which he should probably thank Tony Stark for seeing as he was one that designed and fastened the simple black braided cord now attached to his wrist. Loki was almost certain that that little cord on his wrist was supposed to do more than just monitor his whereabouts. A hunch that was confirmed when he gathered up a small ball of his seiðr into one hand not moments after the cord had been latched on. The none too subtle frowns on the Avenger's faces were proof enough, but he wasn't concerned though. Let them monitor it for all he cared, his magic was a part of him and the only one who had the power to take it from him was Odin himself.
Oh, but these creatures were truly ignorant. He had brought an alien invasion to their doorstep and they were still more concerned with his whereabouts than they were with the other nasties that inhabit the universe. Oh they had questioned him about the Chitauri and Thanos, but never once did they ask about the other worlds known and unknown to Asgard.
And if they truly thought the Asgardians were the only gods to have visited their world, then they were sadly mistaken.
It was by no accident that Odin banished Thor to Midgard, Earth has always been a dumping ground of sorts. It was after all, to use another quaint colloquialism, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Or according to Oscar Wilde, "go to hell, make a left." Perhaps he should expect to see his daughter around here somewhere.
Whatever, at least he was left alone now. That was the deal anyway, but as often as the Avengers wandered into his tavern he was beginning to wonder.
Mythos.
A fitting name for his little tavern. It wasn't much and certainly not what SHEILD or the Avengers had been expecting from him, but it served his purpose and kept him in contact with the peregrine who frequented Midgard.
And a ready supply of alcohol never hurt anyone either.
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