Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

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.

Chapter List
- 23
- 24
- 25
Author’s Note: More things happen. Everyone seems to have their own version of Hell to deal with.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Gathering Storm

    Lightning struck the ground at regular intervals as a fierce storm raged in the once blue skies. A silhouetted figure stood on the top of what used to be the Eiffel Tower, hair billowing around their head as a singular eye glared down at the pitiful maggots running in a panic below him. Each vicious strike of electricity did nothing to alleviate the fury boiling inside his veins. His most loyal had betrayed him for an abomination and his whore. It was almost enough to make him sick. Upper lip curling into an insane snarl, Odin simply summoned more bolts of voltage; reveling in the sizzle it left in his veins.
    Below, unknowing of where the mad God was, Rissa was doing her best to gather as many of the panicked people as she could. Her aqua eyes were wide with terror as she herded who she could into a warehouse she had found a while back. Her ruby locks stuck to her clammy forehead as she frantically waved more people over to her group. With any luck, some of them may even be members of the scattered village. “Marissa! Over here!” called a very welcome, accented voice, drawing her gaze to her only saving grace.
    A rather bedraggled Anthony Hopkins was motioning her over to a dark alley, a worried expression on his pale, drawn face. Giving him a nod to show she heard, the former professional gave the group she was herding rapid directions to the warehouse that was literally a few steps away before sprinting off to join the man who had become her partner in all of this. As soon as she got a bit closer, she saw exactly why the actor had been so urgent. There, huddled between two filthy, dented trash cans, were two children. The pair were so smeared with dirt and debris that they very nearly blended into the wall they were pressed against. It was only some small whimpers and slight movement that showed they were there at all. How he had even found them, she would never know.
    Moving very slowly, the assistant sunk down to a denim covered knee and began to just talk. At first, the pair jolted and made animalistic noises as they clung to eachother tighter; pressing against the brick behind them as if they wanted to melt into it. They were so frightened, they were nearly feral; their eyes wide and dulled by incomprehension. Instead of being off put by their actions, Rissa just kept talking. It was all silly things that wouldn’t matter to most but would mean a lot to a small, terrified child. Mostly, she spoke about cartoons, school, how much she liked puppies. After what felt like an eternity with the world falling apart behind her, the kids began to respond; if only slightly.
    They actually began to shift toward her, sniffling as the older of the pair daringly peeked out. Giving a closed lipped smile so she wouldn’t startle them, she began to ask them small questions. Things like what their favorite toys were, what shows they liked to watch. Even with the feeling of static thick in the air, Marissa remained calm; grateful for Tony’s presence beside her. His grandfatherly aura also helped lure the two closer and they even began to answer some of the inquiries, albeit shyly. Finally, a particularly loud crack of thunder drove the children into her arms and she was making a run for it; her heart pounding. Then they were in the safety of the warehouse and she was releasing them, collapsing as they ran off into the crowd. “If I may have your attention!” boomed a male voice from beside her, startling her into looking up at the thespian to her left.
    His blue eyes, while terrified, held an authority; making him look more like the rampaging deity he used to portray than ever. For just a moment, she almost felt as if she was in the presence of Odin himself. So it was no surprise that the large group they had gathered went quiet as soon as he finished speaking. His aura demanded respect and the poor sheep gave it willingly, frightened and looking instinctually for anyone who seemed like they knew what they were doing. “My name is Anthony Hopkins! This is my friend Marissa Thompson. If there is anyone here who may know us from a hidden village, please step forward,” he called, his voice echoing easily in the empty, high ceiling building.
    After a few beats of silence, there was some movement in the crowd. Both were heartened to see a rather large amount come to the front, more than half in fact. After a few moments, ten broke off from that group to move toward the pair. Almost immediately, Rissa recognized all of them and ran forward to hug one of the forerunners. “Oh thank Christ. We found some of you,” she whispered, feeling just the tiniest sliver of hope. The woman she was holding onto like an anchor was one of Loki’s generals and had managed to bring her faction with her. Most of this faction had learned defensive, offensive and healing magic. They were also adept at battle, giving them a decent chance of getting out of this mess alive.
    “I was just thinking the same thing. Any word from Jeremy or Loki?” whispered a calm voice above her, drawing her gaze to a woman with a more orangish shade of red hair.
    “Nothing but that doesn’t surprise me. We got scattered everywhere. We’ll be lucky if we can find the rest of the army, let alone the village,” Marissa murmured, her heart jumping in her chest each time there was a flash of light from outside. Screams and the dull smell of ozone mixed with blood filled the horror that was outside. If she allowed herself to focus on it, she would go mad.
    She had expended all her energy corralling the earlier group to add to their numbers and it wouldn’t be much longer before they would have to move. If they stayed in one place too long, they ran the risk of attracting attention. Especially as their group increased in members. She was well aware of the reality that she couldn’t save everyone, no matter how much she may want to. “What’s your plan?” came a question she had been dreading as she doubted very many of the the civilians would be willing to follow along.
    While she had accepted her inability to save the majority of those still out there, these people had yet to come to the same conclusion. She expected heavy resistance, arguing and even some threatening to leave or start a group of their own. While she wouldn’t force anyone to stay, she would try her best to convince them the folly of such rash actions. Though she honestly doubted the success she would have in such a venture. “We need to convince this bunch to move on. Its too risky to stay here any longer,” Rissa replied to the General beside her, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders at that moment.
    The other woman placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, drawing the former assistant to smile if only for a moment. “I understand. I’ll do what I can to help things go smoothly,” she replied before calling out for the group’s attention. Closing her eyes and taking a moment to steel herself, Marissa turned to address her lost sheep.
    “I’m afraid I must ask all of you to make a very hard decision,” she called out, forcing her voice to the height of its volume without outright screaming.
    Elsewhere and quite oblivious to what was happening with her best friend, Melissa was doing some coordination of her own. With some help from Jeremy, they had already begun to track down leading members of their army. It was only a few so far, the effort of tracking down that many exhausting the aging Asgardian greatly. As much as she longed to contact Loki in some manner, she deemed it to risky to them both; let alone the others involved. She would just have to hope they could get their group back together before something catastrophic happened.
    The increasing frequency and ferocity of the attacks scared her, making a myriad of unpleasant possibilities scroll through her brain. What if Odin had figured out her condition and that was the cause of his rage. What if his search was shifting to her instead of her lover? With Jeremy putting all of his energy into rebuilding their group, they would be sitting ducks. Feeling a cold wave of dread wash over her, the brunette found her gaze wandering down to the gentle swell of her pregnant belly. Placing a shaking hand on the small dome, Lissa closed her brown eyes as her mind whirled.
    She felt an incredible urge to just run, to put as much distance between herself and her former fiance as possible. If the mad God had shifted his focus, she would be a massive liability to the older male. If she stayed, he would become a target as well; a fact that turned her stomach. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the subject of her thoughts turning his head to look at her from his position on a near-by couch. Oblivious to the old teacher getting to his feet, Lissa cradled her head in her hands as she tried to slow her thoughts enough to think clearly. In her condition, she couldn’t exactly afford to make rash decisions.
    Needless to say, when she felt a hand descend on her shoulder the overwrought female came very close to shooting up to the rafters. Turning her head,, she saw none other than Jeremy giving her an extremely grim look. It almost seemed like he had read her mind or her emotions, much like Loki would; making a tsunami of guilt flood her. “Melissa... what I felt from you just now... Were you thinking of running away?” he whispered before she could say a word, his dark eyes glittering with an unreadable emotion.
    Hearing it put so frankly made her heart drop into the pit of her stomach as she felt the color drain from her face. Unfortunately, her few seconds of silence were seen as admission and fury clouded his brow. Then he was moving to stand in front of her, both his hands on her shoulders as he loomed over her. He looked like he very much wanted to yell at her, his nostrils flared as his chest heaved. Instead, the actor simply closed his brown eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself before fixing her with a glare that made Lissa shrink back into the chair she sat on. “My dear woman, you are five months pregnant. Not to mention the fact you’re running from a God. You have no magic of your own, at least not sufficiently strong enough magic to defend yourself with. What were you planning on doing? Also, do you really think that I would just let you run out of here without trying to find you? Even if I didn’t have a strong tie to you due to our previous relationship, your pet here would lead me right to you,” he reasoned, his accented baritone strained with the effort of remaining civil as he gestured to the puppy that was currently curled in a ball in front of the fireplace.
    Each word felt like a physical strike on her skin and she couldn’t stop herself from flinching on occasion as something in her chest tightened. “I... I know but... I just thought that... I’m a danger to you Jeremy,” came out of her in a small, broken voice as she looked up at him. That deflated the famous Asgardian immediately as he was moving to kneel before her, taking her hands in his as he sighed.
    “I’m just as aware of our situation as you are but I am unwilling to allow you to put yourself and your little one in danger. Its already bad enough you have yet to receive pre-natal vitamins and we can’t give you a balanced diet. On top of that, all this stress and moving from place to place can’t be good either. If you go out there alone, you could very well go into premature labor; something I can’t sit by and let happen,” Jeremy continued, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her knuckles as he gave her his equivalent of puppy eyes.
    That was enough to tip the overwrought assistant over the edge and she began to sob; loud, long, ugly howls echoing up from her chest. Everything that had built up inside her during these past months came pouring out of her and she was helpless to stop the flood. Vaguely aware of her former fiance wrapping her in his arm, she simply leaned into him; clinging to his shirt like it was a lifeline. Soothing sounds came out of the thespian as his hands moved over her but her tears wouldn’t stop, they just kept coming like a flood from a broken dam. It was only a warm body leaning over hers from behind that stopped the onslaught, her eyes opening wide as a sliver of fear shot through her.
    That is, until an achingly familiar scent filled her nose; making her relax ever so slightly. She would have thought it was Loki himself, if not for the slightly musky scent of dog that clung to the figure holding her. Her suspicions were only confirmed when the man let out a whimper before licking at her face much like her pup would. Unable to stop herself from giggling, she kissed the end of the humanoid dog’s nose in appreciation. “Thanks Lo-lo, just seeing him helps. Does his connection to you at least tell him if I’m alright?” she asked, charmed when the orange haired copy of her former client blushed before looking a bit sad.
    “No, he knows you are alive and not in pain but he does not know you are safe. I can feel his worry for you and the pup you carry. He wants to reunite as soon as possible, something I do not blame him for. He has lost much over his life and has no wish to risk losing more,” replied her loyal pet, the orange hair and innocent eyes the only thing making him stand out from her lover.
    His answer made her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, her vision blurring as unconscious tears rolled down her white cheeks. After what she had heard before all of this happened, she could only imagine just how distraught the trickster was at the moment. On top of that, it was looking highly likely they would be separated when she gave birth. With the connection he had to her pet, he would more than likely appear and effectively draw attention to all of them during an extremely vulnerable time. Even if the God knew better, he would come. He would tear through anyone who dared to try to stop him from being by her side. He might even interrupt battle to care for her, a prospect she found horrifying. Just as he couldn’t allow harm to come to her, she felt just as powerfully about him.
    Jeremy could only watch as a myriad of emotions crossed over the assistant’s pale visage, a pang of worry shooting through his heart. Especially when he noticed her rubbing the rounded dome of her womb. Thus far, the babe had yet to move; something that concerned the actor greatly. Normally, even unborn infants of Frost Giants were active in utero. The fact this one had yet to kick or even roll was highly concerning and he had no access to a doctor to see if things were alright. If anything happen to Lissa or the child, he didn’t want to think about what would occur. “Can he communicate with you?” the voice actor found himself asking, hoping against hope something could be done to mitigate damage until the pair could be reunited.
    The Corgi turned Asgardian turned to him with a raised brow before giving a nod. “We can send messages mentally. Sometimes, he can see things through my eyes,” he replied, still holding Lissa tightly. Almost immediately, the assistant looked up at the transformed dog with a hopeful expression. The grimace on his pale face in response made her heart drop into her stomach.
    “Before you ask, I have tried to pass a message to him since we got here. He’s too upset to receive anything,” Lo-lo responded, regret shining in his familiar eyes as he nuzzled her face. Melissa could only nod as her eyes closed and pain swelled in her chest, her hands coming up to cup the taller man’s face.
    “C-can he at least sense your emotions?” she whispered, a slight pleading tone clinging to her voice.
    “Yes, at least as far as I will allow him to,” came the reply, comprehension dawning over the too innocent version of Loki’s face.
    Before she could say anything, she found herself thrust in the air and spun around as her strange pet cackled in glee up at her. “Brilliant mom! I never thought about that until now. While I can’t get a message through, emotions are primal enough to seep through the fog of his panic,” Lo-lo exclaimed, setting her on her feet and smiling down at her. It wasn’t until her feet were on the ground and she was steady that the full effect of what he had said hit her. This man, while being her beloved puppy normally, looked far too much like her lover at the moment. To hear the word ‘mom’ come out of his mouth in correlation to her felt beyond strange. Deciding to ignore it for now and to try to wipe it from her memory, Lissa opened her mouth to ask when he was going to do it.
    Before she could say anything, she felt a familiar wave of cold fill the room. Shuddering, she felt just the slightest hint of fear snake around her heart when she saw the orange haired copy of her lover roll his eyes back until nothing but the whites showed as his mouth seemed to open on its own. A blue glow seemed to emanate from his lean body as he began to levitate, Jeremy rushing up to take her into a protective embrace. The moment his arms wrapped around her, Melissa found herself nestling into his familiar chest; allowing his scent to soothe her as the cold intensified. “I demand to speak with Melissa Einsil. I refuse to believe these lies you send through my copy. If you want to attack me, just come for me already. Leave the Midgardian out of this!” boomed a voice that sounded almost monstrous, ripping through the poor transformed canine’s vocal cords like a hurricane.
    Despite the heavy snarling, grinding distorting the voice, it was familiar enough to draw Melissa to peek at what was happening out of the corner of her eye. Glowing red was fixed on her sightlessly, the crimson depths screaming to her despite the terror racing through her arteries. Backing out of Irons’ hold despite his heavy protest, the handler turned to face the floating figure. At that moment, the child she carried stirred for the first time; making her gasp as her hands flew to her stomach. Looking from the taut dome to the apparition possessing her dog, Lissa felt hot tears fill her eyes as a sob slipped from her. “Easy Loki, I’m alright,” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard as she cradled her sizeable stomach.
    Despite how little it was, it was enough. The immense cold in the room faded along with the glow, Lo-lo’s body lowering to the floor as those red orbs continued to stare at her. “Lissa... Oh my darling... He was telling the truth... The pup was telling.....,” the voice sighed, the tall body swaying before seeming to crumple into a boneless heap on the floor. As soon as he touched the floor, he was changing back into a dog; his small chest moving slowly as he slept deeply. It was at that moment Lissa rushed forward to scoop the canid into her arms, nuzzling his fur as tears flowed freely.
    A flurry of ‘thank yous’ came out of her as she pet his pelt, soft sobs leaving her as her unborn child rolled in her womb. That reaction alone had been enough to tell her just who had taken over her pet. The brief moment of relief she heard before Lo-lo had lost consciousness made her heart soar with a bittersweet happiness. While they were still separated, at least the trickster knew she was safe. Maybe, just maybe it would be enough to allow him to think rationally; to plan. Right now, she could use all the background help she could get if she was ever going to get any of their group gathered.
- 23
- 24
- 25
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Little Secret