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A Little Secret	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loki nor do I personally know Tom Hiddleston or any of the other famous people herein. I do not own Avengers or Thor and yes this is a work of fiction. This is just for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: Things may get a bit darker from here. War is never pretty, especially when instigated by a madman.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Red Dawn

    The quiet buzz of a fan filled a dark room as a pair slept on a bed, a smaller figure lying between them near the foot of the mattress. A low light surrounded the figures as the older man murmured something in his sleep. In the next instant they were somewhere else, an unfamiliar bed that was somewhere very far away. One of the figures stirred slightly but quickly settled when the other murmured quietly. Soft breathing soon resumed, the taller shape shifting to hold the other protectively in slumber. Neither were aware of the place they had just been occupying being obliterated entirely, having been struck by a freak lightning bolt.
    Soon huge strikes of electricity were raining from the sky, decimating all the places Loki had ever been as Tom. Unfortunately this included a certain cabin up in the Rockies in Colorado. In the room Odin was calling his throne room, the patriarch was pacing as the man guarding him watched; sending more lightning with a flick of his wrist. He wasn’t deaf to the whispers happening behind his back, most of them having been started by Thor leaving in support of the half-breed traitor. Everything was falling apart quickly, only further driving his need to find the monster and put an end to him once and for all. Once the beast was dead, everything would go back to normal. Yet, something still bothered him. That female with the magic teacher... It had almost seemed like they hadn’t wanted him to see her.
    Stopping mid-step, the ancient being furrowed his wrinkled brow as he stroked his snow white beard in a thoughtful manner. For just a moment, he had gotten a look at her. In that brief amount of time, he had seen nothing that had caused his wife to attack him even more viciously than she did when defending the abomination she called her son. Yet everyone had panicked as soon as she had broken cover, as if they were trying to hide something from him. There was a very good possibility the Jötunn had burdened the Midgardian female with his seed. Frowning, he stomped out of the large bedroom; heading to the first floor and straight into the basement.
    Frigga stared up at the ceiling, blood flowing out of her mouth as her golden locks hung in her eyes. Every inch of her immortal body hurt from her husband’s interrogation tactics but she had refused to give in or tell him anything. Near the end of the hours long session, he had gained nothing and a few of his soldiers had started murmuring in discomfort. Even Sif, one of his most loyal, had tended to her after and had seemed troubled. If even one of them went to Thor’s side, she would secretly count it a victory. A stair creaking behind her bound form made her tense briefly, the sickly scent of Odin’s insanity filling her nostrils.
    At one time, his scent had been one of her biggest draws to the headstrong leader of Asgard. He had smelled of storms, musk and large amounts of power; it had been addicting to her. Not to mention just how much respect and love she held for him for all of the things his leadership had gotten them through. He had been charismatic, caring, protective of her and Thor to a fault. It saddened her that she saw none of that in the face before her now. Instead of love and devotion, she now saw hatred mixed with paranoia. Blue eyes that had once only held reverence now shone with suspicion. With a meaty hand, he reached forward to yank the grimy gag out of her mouth; hissing when she took the opportunity to spit a bloody gob in his good eye.
    With a growl, he backhanded her hard; the noise of it filling the room and the impact making her head turn to the side. Turning back to face him, she felt reluctant hatred brewing in her heart. This was the man she had chosen to spend eternity with, to have the few children she would be able to with. Maybe even share a grandchild when their own children were old enough. Now she found herself protecting one of her children from him, as well as hiding the existence of a coming baby. “Why were you trying so hard to distract me from getting a good look at the Midgardian woman?” he snarled, his words making a chill go down her spine.
    Doing her best to keep a neutral face, the warrior female merely narrowed her eyes. “I will tell you nothing,” she spat, a slight shiver of uneasiness going through her when she saw comprehension dawn on his bearded face. This was soon replaced by rage tempered by fear.
    “The bastard got the female pregnant,” the God bit out, getting to his feet before storming up the wooden stairs. Frigga could only watch, sorrow and terror fighting for top spot and she struggled against the metal bonds holding her to the chair. They were made of a special material that was impossible for Asgardians to break out of.
    Upstairs, Sif was pacing while Volstagg watched with a disturbed expression. “This should have stopped when we started killing innocents. All those children I watched die while my brothers laughed...,” the disturbed female whispered, her brow crinkled as she moved. The red-haired man watching her could only run a shaky hand through his curly, braided hair. He and the others in the ‘Warriors Three’ happened to agree. Things here had gone too far for far too long. At first, all them had thought Loki was going to attempt another takeover. When they had started hurting civilians and had seen nothing, they had clung onto the notion that the Trickster was just putting on a good act. Now, now he knew they had all been lying to themselves; fooling themselves into thinking whatever the Allfather was doing had to be for a good reason.
    “There have been horrors none of us should have allowed but what do we do sister? What you are suggesting...,” he whispered, shuddering at just the thought. To betray Odin, something like that was almost unthinkable to a loyal man like him and his fellows.
    “I know very well what I’m suggesting! Do you suggest we let more children die? I already cannot sleep from all the screams in my head! How many more families must die for the capture of one man? A man who doesn’t even seem to be a threat anymore. A man who seems to just want a family of his own as well as some modicum of peace! I can’t do this anymore! I could understand some of this if these people had been controlled or if they honestly had been trying to fight! These are just civilians! It’s almost as if...,” the brunette spat, trailing off as she realized what she had come dangerously close to saying.
    “It is almost as if the Allfather is using this as an excuse to kill Midgardians...,” finished a new voice for her, making both whirl to face the intruder.
    There, in the entry, stood Fandral in all his glory; dressed in his dark green and gold armor with his golden hair combed back neatly. His normal stubble was absent and his cerulean eyes were full of guilt. “Fandral!” Sif hissed, despite the fact that she was about to say the same thing just seconds earlier. Shrugging, the blonde simply waved off the protest.
    “We all know it and a disturbing amount of us are fine with this. The question is, are we going to do something about it? Our task has always been to protect the Allfather no matter what. Now we find ourselves in a situation where doing such may compromise our morals as well as cost the lives of countless innocents. Do we remain blindly loyal or do we do what’s right?” he whispered, a rather grim looking Hogun coming up behind him.
    “I do not like it any more than any of you but he is right. We must make a very hard choice, one that could very well cost us our homes or our lives,” whispered the dark haired warrior as he came up to stand beside his ‘brother’. Sif and Volstagg could only stare at the other two for a moment before their faces set in identical expressions of determination.
    Yawning, Lissa stretched; her brow crinkling in confusion as she felt cotton sheets under her bare arms. On top of that, there was also someone holding her. Someone that smelled familiar but certainly wasn’t Loki. Where the Trickster smelled of storms in snowfields, this person smelled more warm; almost comforting. Opening her brown eyes, she found herself feeling confused when she saw Jeremy. Not only that, but she was in what seemed to be a very old house. It looked like it had been designed in the medieval times while still having modern conveniences. Sitting up, she found herself looking around the room she was in as confusion and disorientation filled her.
    The last thing she remembered was falling asleep beside the voice actor to make sure he didn’t disappear without her. She had been in her own home, thinking about how to explain the layout of Loki’s cabin in the rockies to Irons so he would be able to transport them there. Now she found herself in a wholly unfamiliar house and felt more than just a little bit of apprehension. Had Jeremy teleported them to a random house in his sleep or was it one of the hidden places he seemed to have up his sleeve? Looking at the obviously exhausted Asgardian, she found herself loathe to wake up the older male. It was obvious that whatever power he held depleted with age as well as the fact he had lived as a human for so long. It had probably taken a fair amount to transport them here, even if he had been asleep while doing it.
    Reaching over to gently shake a bony, shirt covered shoulder, Melissa startled when the graying actor opened his weary, chocolate colored orbs before she could even touch him. Then he was shooting up into a sitting position, looking around with a dazed expression. For just a moment, the former assistant felt apprehension that he had no idea where they were. Then recognition came over his thin features and relief replaced fear. “I never thought I would end up back here...,” he whispered, getting slowly out of bed to stretch.
    “I came back every so often to touch it up and keep it up to date but I never stayed too long. I’m a bit surprised I brought us here,” the voice actor continued, cracking his neck before heading toward an ancient, handmade dresser. On top was a knitted doily along with several framed pictures.
    “Mom used magic to capture these images before your cameras existed. Even after, she still preferred this method due to ease,” he murmured, answering a question she never asked. Then he was turning, giving her a sad smile as she got out of bed.
    “Are we still in Midgard?” the stunned woman asked as her pet hopped off the bed to join them.
    “Yes, a very well hidden place that only my mother knew about. This was my home for many years, until I started developing powers. I needed to learn to control them and after, it was just easier to remain in Asgard. We came here on Holiday every so often of course,” he replied, bending to give the happy Corgi a ruffle.
    “So, I’m guessing little Loki here has more in common with your lover than just a name,” Jeremy surmised, his accented voice tinged with amusement as he scratched a large ear.
    Lissa only chuckled before nodding. “Yeah, as you may have surmised he’s a bit of the God of Mischief. I should have guessed after all the times I came home to find destroyed stuffed animals I knew I had taught him were off limits,” she sighed, smiling when she saw the canine hunch guiltily and give her a doggy version of a shameful grin. Stretching slowly, the brunette moved to the bedroom door; wanting to see the news before she brought up her idea to Jeremy. A night was a long time to be down, Lord only knew just what had happened. Just why she was here was the last thing on her mind, figuring he had moved them unconsciously. When she reached the living room and turned the TV to a news station, she felt what little good mood she had drop instantly.
    The camera looked like it was being held by someone who had no clue what they were doing, showing off her burning house in Britain. Then it was panning to ‘Ol Sarge’ and she felt her gorge rise as she took in the charred wreckage of the T-bird. The five month child she carried rolled uneasily inside her as she turned her head away from the scene. A large bolt of electricity had struck the last relic she had to remember her family by and she had a feeling the cabin in the Rockies wouldn’t be in much better condition. Changing the channel, she felt fresh horror wash over her as the full extent of the damage unfolded before her eyes. Cities were devastated, the people they hadn’t managed to shelter in time running through the streets in terror as fires raged.
    A bony, long fingered hand gently turned off the TV; drawing her attention to her former fiance. The older actor was giving her a shameful smile before he was sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “That’s enough of that for now dear. Stress isn’t good for the baby or you,” he murmured quietly, pulling her into his side as he allowed the hand on her left shoulder to travel to her slightly rounded stomach. Allowing herself to relax into her ex, Lissa closed her eyes as she fought not to dwell on the whereabouts of her lover. Some part of her felt a bit callous for being more concerned about him than all the innocent people out there that were getting killed or finding their lives destroyed. Yet, an even larger part argued she shouldn’t feel guilty at all.
    The brunette let out a slow sigh as she allowed Jeremy to lower her head onto his lap, the feeling of his fingers moving over her scalp doing wonders for washing away her confusing thoughts. Loki was more than likely fine, given how peppy his canine counterpart was. If he had been injured or killed, she was fairly certain the Corgi would have given a sign. Even now, the puppy seemed torn between comforting her and exploring; his nubbin tail wagging a mile a minute. “Yeah, I agree but... we can’t hide from it forever. At some point we have to gather the scattered parts of our army. Heaven only knows where they ended up in all the confusion. The fact your portals led to random places doesn’t help either. On top of that, I don’t imagine it would be a good idea to try to contact Loki or Thor with your portals either,” the assistant replied, her hands moving over her stomach to help the disguised Asgardian soothe her child.
    “No... Heimdall would be able to use it to zero in on their position. I can’t even leave breadcrumbs to allow anyone to find us. I’m afraid we’re a bit stuck at the moment until we find out just where the Gatekeeper’s loyalties lie. I still am not quite sure it was Odin finding us on his own in the hidden village. There’s also the fact the Allfather is destroying every place Loki has been, another thing I doubt he would be able to do on his own,” Irons sighed, looking troubled.
    “There has to be something we can do. We can’t just sit here while Odin destroys the world and our army is scattered to the four winds,” Melissa hissed, not liking the options laid out before them one bit. If they couldn’t find a way to regroup, they were no better than dead. The armies of Asgard would pick off their group until they captured the man they were after and she wasn’t about to allow harm to come to the God of Mischief.
    The graying immortal pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “The best I can do is send out a dream signal of a neutral place to meet, something we are running on short supply of. This may take a long time and it will drain me of power to keep the signal going at all times. I will be unable to protect us from unexpected attack,” sighed his accented, worry tinged baritone as he met her gaze steadily. Pursing her lips, the former handler mulled over his words before giving a slow nod.
    “It may be a risk but its our best shot. We have to get back together somehow if we’re to stand any chance. Just what we’ll do from there, I have no idea. I’ve never had to participate in a war before, let alone one against beings that seem unable to die,” she responded, doing her best to ignore the sense of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach.
    Worried eyes watched as the dark haired trickster paced almost uncontrollably over the concrete floor of the warehouse they had hidden in for the night. As much as he wanted to offer comfort, he had the sense that anything he said to try to lighten the situation would be seen as an insult and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. Especially given the fact Loki was separated from his pregnant mate, a situation that was frighteningly similar to what had made him go mad in the first place. Suddenly, Sif appeared in a burst of white, rainbow tinted light; effectively breaking them both from the strange loop they were caught in.
    In an instant, the pair were on their feet; the mischief maker’s hands glowing green while Thor summoned Mjölnir into his right hand. The brown haired, warrior female merely held her hands up with her palms out in response, sliding to her knees as the ‘Warriors Three’ appeared behind her. Needless to say, this only put the duo more on their guard; their eyes narrowing as the new trio also slid to their knees. It was only when they showed the backs of their necks that the brothers finally relaxed, if only slightly. “What do you want,” boomed Loki, sounding every bit the Jötunn he really was. The Thunder God merely stood by his side, opting to stay silent and let his younger brother assume the leadership role.
    “We want to join you, to help you stand against Odin,” Sif whispered, raising her head to meet Loki’s angry, red eyes. The former Prince only sneered in disbelief, shaking his dark haired head before beginning to pace once more.
    “Why should we believe you? You four are his most loyal, seeing betrayal as worse than death. You could very well be trying to lure me into a false sense of security so he can find me and put an end to me,” snarled the former actor, his eyes an acid green as he stalked across the concrete floor aggressively.
    “Because I have more than enough blood on my hands. Because we have had our fill of killing innocents. The screams of the children my brothers ripped from their families... I will never get them out of my head,” the brunette warrior whispered, tears standing in her hazel eyes; the trio behind her nodding while keeping their heads lowered.
    Stopping in place, the tall male closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he fought to regain control over his temper. He wasn’t just angry, he was frightened. Frigga was missing, along with Lissa and countless others. Though, to be honest, he didn’t care all that much for his missing army. Melissa and his mother were his top priority, his pregnant lover only slightly edging out Frigga. If he were more himself; he would feel guilty for being so callous but, as it was, he was becoming almost frantic. Thousands of possibilities flew through his head about what had happened with his beloved and Jeremy. He absolutely needed to find them if he was to have any measure of peace, if he was to alleviate the itching under his skin. In order to achieve that, it would be best to join with this quartet; as much as he didn’t trust them. “Alright, because we need some allies right now you can come along. However, if you betray me or attempt to harm my woman; I can assure you all the rumors you have heard about me will seem like a bedtime story compared to what I do to you,” he snarled, his eyes glimmering with deadly promise.
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