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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: Groups meet and Melissa has to make a very hard decision.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Building Tensions

    His wife had now escaped, the woman who could very well throw a huge wrench in his efforts had been reported missing just moments ago; the smoldering remains of the messenger laying behind him as he stared down at the random city below his perch. To top it off, he was already running very short on loyal Asgardians that wanted to be in his army. One by one, the more humanitarian ones had peeled off, leaving the most frightened or most sadistic behind and that number was dwindling quickly.
Staring up at the angry, purple gray clouds above his head, Odin found himself considering truly desperate measures. Even with all of the cities and Midgardians he had wiped from the planet, he had yet to find hide or hair of the abomination he had once called son. There was only one being he knew of who might be able to track Loki, a creature that had every reason to hate the lowly worm as much as he did. He could only hope the strange being was in a giving mood, let alone willing to work together.
    Breaths fogged the air in front of a shadowy figured as they hunched in an alleyway, obviously doing their best not to be spotted. A quick, hushed whisper in the inky darkness behind the silhouette causes the shadow to jolt, almost seeming to edge between staying and fleeing. “Easy, we won’t hurt you,” husked a female voice, pitched low on purpose in an effort to go unnoticed by anybody that might be listening. Cowering, the shaking figure nods a hooded head before edging closer. A flash of red hair is seen in the murky darkness, giving the stranger pause.
    “Marissa?” husks a naturally deep, feminine voice; sounding ragged due to prolonged screaming or chain smoking. Then the animated pile of rags was collapsing, causing the small group that had been hiding near-by to dart forward and gather around the pathetic stranger. Carefully, they lift the cloth wrapped, emaciated person; moving off toward the closest warehouse.
    Somewhere, in a forest far up in forgotten mountains; dark figures move through the trees as silently as they can. Given the fact they were last seen as enemies and it was practically impossible to get in contact without risking everyone, Sif and her three friends found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Still, it was much better than Loki himself coming. With the huge target on his head, his coming would having been like allowing a tracking beacon to be attached. Especially now that they suspected Odin knew about the existence of an unborn child. His true target would now be shifted to the would-be mother and he wouldn’t be above using the sire to lead him to her.
    In fact, that was the very argument she had to use on a very stubborn God of Mischief so he wouldn’t just take on this journey himself. Despite the man being exceedingly smart, even that had come very close to not being enough to stay his hand. In desperation, the normally noble woman sunk to a new low in order to get the point across. The words she had shouted still rang loudly in her head, making her flinch as they edged closer to the coordinates Thor had given them. Loki had been understandably unwilling to even look at them after her outburst.
    “If you go out there at all, you’re just proving you want her to end up like Elise!” she had yelled, the words that had come out horrifying her. Yet, as much as she wished she had said something a bit gentler, she wouldn’t change it. He had needed to hear it, the downright betrayed glare he had shot her telling her those words had struck the right chords. In time, maybe even the haughty former Prince would come to see why she had said what she had.
    When Elise had died a part of him had died along with her, a fact that became apparent over the time she guarded him in his cell. Seeing the man who had used her and thrown her away like a toy so utterly gutted had forced her to feel sympathy for him. He had completely lost his will to live, having to be force fed by either her or one of the ‘Warriors Three’. As much as she had hated him at the time, seeing him like that had made her forget his past sins. He had been a simple shadow of himself, simply continuing the function of breathing, sleeping and relieving himself. For a very long time, they had to treat him like a newborn babe. There were some days were she was genuinely afraid they would find him dead from simple heart break, any spark that had been in him having been utterly extinguished.
    Just thinking about it now brought her dangerously close to tears, making her forcefully shove those memories away. They wouldn’t help now and she couldn’t exactly afford to show weakness at the moment. Not if she hoped to avoid seeing him fall into the same state again. This time, however, she had no doubt he wouldn’t survive. His love for Melissa was much more intense and he seemed to trust her with his life. If the worst were to happen, it would break him and he would likely wander off somewhere to commit suicide.
    Shaking her head to clear it of her fears, the brunette warrior grit her teeth as she lead the way through the forest. Everything depended on her reaching her destination with the letter from Loki. If she failed now, Odin would win and Asgard knew what would happen afterward. What made all of this worse was the fact they only had the fallen monarch’s connection to his doppleganger as any sort of means to get a location. There was also a very good chance the legendary Irons would just fry them where they stood. It was a doomed mission but one she had accepted and would do anything to fulfill.
    Jeremy stared out the window as the night wears on, his lips pursed while the wrinkles on his face made him appear decades older than he was. Somewhere out there, he could sense a very familiar group of energies. The only problem was, the last thing he had known these people were his enemies. They also should have no reason to seem to know exactly where they are. Heimdall would likely be more focused on Loki as he was unlikely to find a mortal who had no magical signature. To top it off, it was still unclear which side the gatekeeper was on, if he had chose any at all. This left the aging magic teacher turned actor to wonder just what Sif and her trio were doing here.
    Looking behind him at the canine counterpart of Loki, he was a bit relieved to see the animal was still sleeping. If it was the fierce warrior and her crew, it seemed they were nothing to worry about. If they were a danger, the elderly Asgardian had no doubt the Corgi would be growling in warning in an effort to protect his mistress. The little creature cared deeply for the slumbering woman and would protect her with his life, much like the God he shared a soul with. Still, he still felt a bit of unease as the shadows rapidly closed the distance. He was severely outnumbered and his magic was limited. It would be easy to overwhelm him.
    Unfortunately, he ran out of time to think; a soft knock coming from the door and making Lo-Lo shoot to his stubby legs with his large ears perked. Giving the pet an amused eyebrow quirk, Jeremy move to the wooden door; taking a deep breath before swinging it open. What greeted his eyes immediately got rid of any misgivings he had in an instant. The four mighty warriors were bowed to him, their necks exposed in the ultimate show of fealty. “Forgive our intrusion Lord Irons. We were sent in the stead of Loki to assess the wellness of his beloved and their coming child,” the brunette in front offered, her brown hair hiding her face.
    Heaving a deep sigh, the voice actor allowed the quartet entry. As soon as they were past the door, he was demanding an explanation. As they spoke, he felt a deep sense of horror and revulsion growing within him. He had a suspicion that Odin was going mad. He had never thought the Allfather would go to the extent of torturing his wife for information. It was only the fact that it was being relayed by these four people that made him believe it had happened at all. Before he had left Asgard for his own reasons, Odin and Frigga had loved eachother deeply. They had been in disagreement over the treatment of Loki but the mighty God had been far from even entertaining the thought of hurting his wife.
    Not only that but what he was doing to Midgardian families was sickening, making the actor glad his ex was currently deeply asleep. In her condition, hearing such horrific acts could likely cause a miscarriage. “He truly has lost his mind and his soul. Asgard help us all,” whispered his husky baritone as his hand came up to cup his chin, his index and middle fingers coming to hang in front of his mouth. A deeply concerned expression crossed his face, the fact the crazed God likely knew a child now existed whirling in his head. If that was the case...
    “Nothing can help us now. He controls the storms, the lightning. Only Thor could hope to compete but his powers pale in comparison. What he did to the Jötunn with an army, the Allfather can do by himself,” Hogun sighed, looking almost scared.
    “We don’t just have Thor. We have all of us, including a living copy of Loki. If we find a way to band together without attracting attention, we could stand a chance,” Jeremy replied, bringing up his other hand to fold his fingers together. There was another ace he wasn’t bringing up. The existence of Anthony Hopkins.
    With the way things were going, if they managed to get Odin alone it would be no problem to replace him with the much kinder actor. And, with his army peeling away from him one by one, the possibility of defeating the mad God was slowly becoming feasible. The only problem was getting their splintered group back together without being noticed. The place his magic had decided to take them was rather remote and out of the way. On top of that, any teleportation on his part would probably be ill-advised. Any magic use seemed to be like a beacon to Heimdall. With focus being likely shifted to Lissa and her child, Odin would be on them before they could make any moves if they made the wrong decision. Yet, that left the question of how these four had gotten here unnoticed.
    “How did you guys get here to begin with?” he murmured, unease settling somewhere in the background of his mind. This feeling only deepened when Sif shifted her gaze away from him, as if ashamed.
    “Loki, he portaled us to a location miles from here with only rough coordinates of where he had last had communication through his doppleganger.   A task he wanted to carry out himself and only let us come after some extreme duress,” she replied, the sound of a clearing throat stopping any further conversation as the small group turned to look at the source.
    There, with a protective hand over the slight swell of her belly, stood Melissa Einsil; a steely expression in her brown eyes. “And just why would he send you? Last I remembered, you were loyal to Odin and thought of my lover as nothing but a monster,” hissed the former assistant, her puppy waddling to stand by her side and nose at her leg in an effort to offer comfort. In seconds, the quartet were bowing at her feet; exposing their necks like they did with Jeremy. A gesture that even Lissa, knowing nothing about ancient warrior cultures, could understand as a show of ultimate submission.
    “We defected from the Allfather, Asgard forgive us. The man has gone mad. The kind but temperamental father has turned into a child butcher. We have seen and committed many horrors during this ill-conceived campaign to recapture Loki. None of us will have a night where we don’t hear the screams...,” whispered Fandral, his blonde bngs hiding his face as he kept his head lowered.
    “We were sent to see if you and the child were alright. Loki needs to hear from someone who has actually seen you and not a part of himself he splintered off. Its not that he doesn’t trust the dog, he just couldn’t be sure if the communication wasn’t some trap concocted by Odin,” Hogun offered in a soft voice, acting much like an underling addressing his Lord.
    Sighing, the brunette pinched the bridge of her nose; the fight flooding out of her. While once considered an enemy, the four in front of her were also noble. Once they chose to fight by someone’s side, they would be loyal until the bitter; a fact illustrated by them still offering their necks to her. “Alright, I guess. On your feet,” sighed out of her, the halfling child she carried rolling slightly as they did as she asked.
    “Now, do whatever you need to ensure Loki doesn’t do anything rash,” Lissa continued, moving her hands away from her belly to allow them a clear view.
    The figure lying on a mattress on the floor stirs, moaning softly as a hand raises to shield their face from the light. “You’re awake. We thought we’d lose you for sure with the extent of your injuries. Just stay still, you have several broken bones,” whispered a kind voice from the other side of the room. Then another person was entering, the sound of sneakers hitting the cement making the bedridden person flinch.
    “He really did a number to you,” the newcomer continued, bending so they knelt beside the grubby mattress. Light from the bare bulb overhead reflected off red hair, giving off the illusion of the visitor having a halo.
    “Marissa...,” croaked out a voice more like a witch’s croon, a withered hand reaching for the crouching person.
    “Shhh, its okay now Frigga. I’m right here. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. I’m just sorry we can’t offer you better medical care,” the former secretary reassured, reaching forward to brush the gaunt face of the once beautiful goddess.
    This skeletal, almost mad thing that had covered itself in layers of rags seemed so far removed from the Queen she had know that she had found it hard to believe it was the same person. Her face had been reduced to a skull with skin stretched tautly over it, her body itself feeling like a bunch of matchsticks when they had lifted her. Wide, crazed eyes stared up at her from between locks of matted, dirt caked hair as claw-like hands scrabbled at her clothes frantically. “I’ve found you... I’ve found... Where is Melissa? We need..,” the frail female gasped, only stopping when the other woman hovering over her placed a hand over her mouth.
    “You need to focus on resting and getting well. You won’t do anyone any good by dying,” Rissa stated firmly, aqua eyes sparkling with worry as well as determination. Despite how bad this looked, Frigga wasn’t like the rest of them. With any luck and some help, she would bounce back from this.
    “Just need a few days. We have no time. He knows!” hissed the haunted woman on the ground, her bony chest moving rapidly as she refused to calm. With the words that came out, the twenty-nine year old could guess why.
    Feeling panic rush over her in an icy wash, Rissa forced herself to take several deep breaths to maintain control. “Even if he does, he won’t be able to find her easily. For now, we have to try to act rationally and plan as best we can,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the anxiety clamping her chest into a tight ball. The wasted Asgardian could only let out a forlorn sound, nodding reluctantly.
    “As I am now, I would be of no use. Once I am at full strength however, I do have a plan for how we could at least reunite our group with Loki,” whispered the wise voice she was used to, doing wonders to help quell her inner turmoil.
    As it turned out Loki didn’t just want the warriors to do a check-up on her condition. After Sif had sent off a brief message via telepathy, the Trickster turned actor had sent back new orders. Her and her group were to stay with Lissa at all costs. There was even more good news to top that off, he and Thor would be on the move very soon. It seemed he was tired of being separated from his expecting mate. The only problem was, he would have to travel on foot for safety.
    Due to most of the cities being decimated, any form of public travel had been obliterated. Even just travelling in a car was ill-advised simply because of the visibility the vehicle would have. That essentially meant the two Gods would have to cross several states worth of distance and that left them very vulnerable. Without Loki knowing where they were actively, they couldn’t move until the two brothers made it to this remote spot. “Of all the idiotic... Has he lost all sense?! If we have to flee, he could be setting a very effective trap for himself,” Jeremy snarled while Lissa sat at the table and held her head in her hands.
    “Not to mention the fact I won’t leave until he’s reunited with us,” she bit out, sounding angry and scared as everyone in the room turned to look at her; Lo-lo included.
    Huffing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, Irons didn’t even bother to try to argue. In all honesty, he didn’t blame her. If he had been in her position, he would have said the same thing. “Yes, there is that. Still, he must be going out of his mind. He means no malice,” the actor sighed, feeling a headache coming on.
    “That doesn’t mean he gets to put us in this position. This is literally the last thing I wanted,” spat out the former handler, her vehemence surprising the small group in the room.
    “Lis...,” Jeremy began, heading toward her to offer some comfort.
    “No! No, Jeremy! It wasn’t supposed to go this way! He was supposed to be safe! Now we’ll both be in danger!” the brunette yelled, her voice edged with tears as she began to shake. The thespian only knelt beside her, taking her into his arms.
    “You were planning to run when the time came weren’t you?” he whispered, the broken sobs more than enough of an answer.
    “Oh hun, that would have solved nothing. Do you think Loki would fight in lieu of trying to find you while you’re in labor? He would put his own life at risk just to be by your side to protect you,” he reasoned, rubbing her back as she continued to sob. Their small audience could only watch, each of them praying in their own way that things would go to plan.
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