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Flarfegnugen	By : Zemothy Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Weaving his way through the mass of bodies that clogged the hallways surrounding the feast hall, Loki huffs in frustration. Never had it been this difficult to get into the hall. But of course, with it being announced that Thor would become king shortly, everyone seemed to want to congratulate them, even if they’d already known since the week before. Day after day it was “Congratulations, Thor” and “Glad to have you as our king, Thor”, and Loki had started to go mad because of it. Especially so after that night… Loki’s thoughts are interrupted by the sudden bumping into a strong chest, his eyes not moving from their focus on the feast table as he starts to speak, though stopping as the one he’d ran into does.
            “Loki, there you are,” comes a voice he knows all-too-well: his brother, Thor, crowned prince of Asgard. The ravenette’s skin pales, which was something no one would have expected capable of it, and he dares not look at the blonde. “I haven’t seen you since…”
            “I’ve been busy, Thor,” the shapeshifter’s tone is cold and sharp, green eyes glaring off to the side. “As have you. Congratulations. Now, I have things to do, so if you’ll excuse me…” As he goes to turn around, Thor grasps his shoulder, his blue eyes locking with Loki’s.
            “You should stay with us, brother, we were just telling of…”
            “Hah, and interrupt your party?” he scoffs, brushing Thor’s hand off his shoulder, a haughty look on his face. “I never cared much for your celebrations anyway, too much noise and mead. I have better things to do.” The ravenette turns swiftly, forcing his way back through the throng of people, his long green cape billowing out behind him as the crowd parts, only to close back up as the people surrounded Thor. The blonde casts a concerned glance at his brother’s back, sighing softly before obliging to the requests of attention and praise.
            Several moments later Loki enters his room, verdant hues glancing around the dark-coloured walls with boredom. It was hard enough to find sanctuary in a place he always felt like he didn’t truly belong, but lately things were different. Even his favourite haunts held no pleasure for the shapeshifter, and he was beginning to wonder if he had simply used up all of Asgard’s interesting resources. No, not all of them… The weapon’s vault still held him enraptured, though it really was one object that seemed to have a hold on him. The frost giant’s casket, their power, taken from Jotunheim those many years ago. Jotunheim always held a special kind of power over the ravenette, always having loved hearing about it as a child. Thor thought it silly for the longest time, his fascination, but after a while the thunder god ceased having an interest in taunting Loki about it. So when he had the spare time, the trickster would slip down there and watch the casket, just staring at it for a while. Occasionally, he would sketch it from different angles, often leaving charcoal handprints on his clothing and the walls. Sometimes, he would be caught by Odin, who gave him the strangest looks as he lied and said he wished to study it further, the excuse of knowing his enemy’s power. Depending on the Allfather’s mood, he would either sit with Loki and retell the story of his triumph over Laufey, though he’d heard it a thousand times, or shoo him off, telling him to get out of the dark vault and play or train with the others. Once, Loki even dared to try and touch it, but Heimdall saw and warned him before he could. That had been embarrassing, but he thanked the guardian for not telling his father.
            Stripping off his heavy cloak, he drops the article to the floor as his feet lead him further into the room. As he walks, more of his clothing joins his cloak on the floor, until he is completely naked, before his bed. A glance to his mirror reminds him of the one place he longed so desperately to be: Thor’s arms. He still had bruises from the Thunderer tossing him across the room, and his arms wrap around his chest, gently brushing against one on his shoulder blade. His heart gives a twinge, the ravenette letting out a long, gloomy sigh. It had bothered him to lie to Thor, but he knew he would not be able to stand it, being so close to the blonde and having to act as though everything was fine. It wasn’t, dammit, nothing was fine anymore. Ever since that night, Loki had been under constant torment, reminding him of the fact that he could never be with Thor. He had thought that bedding the thunder god would alleviate his pain and lust, but it only made it worse, while Thor seemed blissfully unchanged, though he had seemed to be attempting to include the ravenette more in social events. Not that it mattered, Thor had been drunk, probably too drunk to even remember the night, so why would he change his lighthearted ways?
            “Why couldn’t I have been born a maid, and not to Mother and Father?” he laments, lying heavily upon his bed, curling up on his side with one of his pillows. At least if he weren’t Frigga and Odin’s son, he’d have a chance at winning Thor over. As for now, even if his brother wanted him in the same way, he would never show it publicly. Probably not even privately either, knowing that Heimdall was ever-watchful, standing upon the Bifrost, watching with those odd eyes of his. At one point, Loki had found the guardian fascinating, wondering how he was able to be vigilant over all the nine worlds at once. However, trying to get the stoic man to discuss such things was like discussing the subtleties of spell casting with Thor, so Loki gave up his fascination, and simply learned how to avoid his watchful eye. Not only could he play it off as anomalies or unintended side effects of certain spells, he could also, on rare occasions, convince the guardian that it was either a game or that he was simply trying to expand his magickal knowledge. Once, he and Thor had wanted to sneak into… And there go his thoughts to Thor again.
            “Get out of my head, damn you!” The pillow the ravenette had curled up against is thrown, bashing into the mirror and cracking it. Blinking, he sits up, looking at it with curiosity. He hadn’t thrown it that hard, or had he? Loki gets up, moving over to the tall standing mirror, moving it so he could look into it. Glowing red eyes stare back at him, intricate patterns pressed into his skin. The shapeshifter stares in horror as his hand reaches out to touch the broken glass, but it shatters at his touch, and he hears his name booming out of the shadows, shattering him just like the mirror.
            The ravenette sits bolt upright from his bed, panting and covered in sweat, eyes glancing wildly around the room. Gentle moonlight lights the room, his dark green curtains swaying softly in the light breeze coming in from the Bifrost. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep. Loki shivers, peeling himself off the sheets towards his bath, needing to cleanse himself after his nightmare. His eyes lock with his reflection’s, tall, lithe, and pale as usual, with the exception of some of his hair sticking to his brow, out of its normal place. A sigh escapes his lips, shaking off the dream as he bathes and slips back into his bed to sleep. The prince dreams, of glory, of being king, and of Jotunheim, a voice calling to him… a voice calling him home.

S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, undisclosed location somewhere in the desert of New Mexico.

            Agent Phil Coulson sips coffee, staring at some blah-blah report Director Fury had handed him an hour ago as they sat on a plane heading towards the facility he now sat in. Come to think of it, he’d done quite a bit of sitting lately, so he stands, stretching a little before checking his watch. Watches never went out of style, or stopped being useful. The brunette sets his coffee cup on the table next to the open file, rubbing his face as he tries to stay awake. The report was, to put it plainly, as boring as watching paint dry. No, of course Phil Coulson loved his job, but sometimes it was way over his head. The Tesseract, a proposed energy source, and potential weapon, that’s what the report was about.
            “So, what do you think, Agent Coulson?” the director asks, walking into the room like he owned the place. Well, he kind of did, anyway.
            “To be honest, Sir, it’s all way over my head,” Coulson responds, glancing up at the imposing African American male. “Sounds like something… well, sent by the gods.” Oh how unaware of the truth of his statement Phil was. Nick simply chuckles, shaking his head.
            “It’s good though, right? I mean, HYDRA managed to do it, why can’t we?” Unofficially, Phil was the director’s best consultant. No matter how many people he officially needed to talk to, Phil would always be there with the truth, and maybe even a decent idea of his own. Nick would always trust what the man had to say and smiles at the brunette.
            “It could be dangerous. Could potentially backfire. HYRDA didn’t get very far, so I think we should approach it with extreme caution.”
            “Of course, Agent Coulson. I don’t want shit to end up like HYDRA did. But… I think we can do it. Anyway, just wanted to get your take on the whole thing before I put it to the council. You know how they get when we do things without them.”
            “Of course, Sir. Good luck with that. Any chance there’s somewhere I can sleep around here? And a shower, if at all possible.” The director gives a hearty laugh and pats Phil on the back fondly.
            “Yeah, I think they’ve got some extra rooms down in C level. I’ll let you know how it goes.” With that, the one-eyed man disappears through the door he’d come in through, leaving Phil Coulson with a half-empty cup of lukewarm coffee, and a file he now had to find something to do with. Letting out a sigh, he picks up both objects and heads down to C level, showers, and crawls into the bunk… just before the alarm goes off. This was going to be a long night…
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