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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: Some time skips here. Things edge a bit closer to the confrontation with Odin.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Edge of a Knife

    In a dimension where neither time or space existed, a pair of evil, orange tinged eyes opened to glare at a figure floating in the nothingness. “Do we have a deal, son of Asgard?” boomed a voice that both came from everywhere and didn’t exist at the same time.
    “For now. Just know that if you betray me, I will make sure you will pay,” snarled Odin, his good eye narrowed as he disappeared from the strange realm that existed between everything.
    As soon as he was gone, deep, malicious laughter echoed into the swirling blues and greens of the nothing. “I would like to see you try but you are nothing compared to me ‘Allfather’. As soon as you let me out of this prison, I will put my own plans into play,” boomed a voice that was ancient as well as downright demonic.
    “My first order of business is the one you used to call son, Loki. He still owes me... a payment for his betrayal,” hissed the loathsome voice, seeming to reach all the way to a pair travelling across an arid expanse of desert.
    Smoking, burnt out craters littered the ground around them as they made their way carefully. Suddenly, the darker haired of the pair stops; sand whipped against the goggles and scarf covering the vulnerable parts of his face. “What is it?!” hollered a deep voice over the howling wind that tore at their clothes. The other didn’t answer, merely cocked his head to one side as he listened to something only he could hear.
    “Thanos...,” whispered a raw, throaty voice, sounding broken as well as scared; much like a small child. Then he was moving, the hood covering his head falling back to reveal ebony colored hair. If Odin had joined forces with the mad deity, things were much more dire than he originally thought. While their small group held a fair amount of power, they could barely stand against the Allfather. They would have no hope against something as powerful or as insane as the blue horror.
    “Loki, Loki what?!” called out the muffled voice of his half brother as he ran, allowing his connection to Lissa to guide him.
    It wasn’t like a picture in his mind or anything, it was more like a dowsing rod attuned to the woman’s energy. If he moved off the path, the signal got weaker and that was about it. It wasn’t all that solid and could very well blink out if anything happened to his former assistant. Gritting his teeth, he kept moving; wishing he could just use his powers to teleport to where he needed to go. Yet, if he dared to do that, it would not go unnoticed. Rolling his eyes skyward, he cursed the gatekeeper before putting all he had into just running; ignoring the calls of Thor.
    Elsewhere, in the mountains, things were relatively peaceful despite the fact things were going to Hell in a handbasket. Jeremy was sitting with Lissa on the couch while Sif and her warriors made food in the kitchen. It had only been a few days since the quartet had brought the news and the former handler was taking things rather well. Other than an outburst on the first day, she had stayed calm; using her ex as a living plush to comfort herself. Right now she was watching her corgi, amused by how the pup has spread himself out on the floor. He looked like a furry pancake, making her giggle despite her inner turmoil.
    Then, as if hearing something, the stubby canine was shooting to his short legs; quivering nose raised in the air. The fur on the base of his neck bristled, a low growl coming out of his small body as his nubbin tail tried to tuck itself under him. This effectively broke the semi-peaceful atmosphere, Jeremy and Lissa shooting to their feet in unison. “Do you sense something?” the aging actor asked, placing protective arm around Melissa’s shoulders as he looked around apprehensively. Looking up at his companions, the puppy shook its head before shooting a glance at the newcomers in the kitchen.
    The four warriors had only been there a few days and, despite them seeming to bring news of Loki, that just wasn’t enough time to establish if they were trustworthy. Thankfully, the small group seemed to understand what was going on without being told; heading upstairs and away from the living room on their own. As soon as they were gone, Lo-Lo began to whimper and pace; his large ears tilted back as a worried expression came over his fuzzy face. “Thanos. Odin has made a pact with the Mad God...,” he whispered, green eyes flicking to the woman he considered his mother.
    Lissa lost all color in her face, swaying slightly as a hand went up to her forehead. During her time working with Loki when he was ‘Tom’, she had seen all the Thor and Avenger movies by proxy and was very familiar with the storyline. Just hearing that Thanos was involved made her blood run cold. In the movies, he was cruel, calculating, dangerous and just pure evil. She really didn’t want to find out if the films had downplayed all these qualities. If he truly was involved, things would doubtlessly get more bloody fairly quickly. Their only chance would be to find their army and hope their combined power would be enough. The only problem was, none of them had the foggiest idea of where the others could be.
    Large, brown colored eyes looked around a corner cautiously, a stick thin body shivering under borrowed clothes. Clutching the heavy jacket that hung off their frame, the figure made their way toward the door. “There you are! I know you want to help but you won’t be able to do much of anything if you don’t allow yourself to heal,” sighed a voice from behind them, causing the person to slump slightly.
    “I know but.... Both my sons are out there. My unborn grandchild... My daughter-in-law,” sighed a ragged voice, curls framing a gaunt face as a head turned.
    “Frigga... please. We all know what you’re going through. Hell, Melissa is more than like a sister to me. I love her with all of my heart and I want nothing more than to know she’s safe but we need to gather more of our people. We’ve only found a portion of our troops and we have to stay here until you’re well. Do you understand?” Marissa reasoned, heartbreak in her own voice as she closed the distance between herself and the weakened Goddess.
    The matriarch slumped, nodding as she allowed the other woman to lead her back to the room that had been set up for her in the warehouse. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get at least some of your strength back soon. At least enough to attend the meetings as well as move with us,” the red haired femme assured, helping the older woman lower herself onto the meager mattress laid on the floor.
    “Yes, a few more days but I don’t think we have that time. I heard a voice in my dreams. A voice I hadn’t heard since Loki waged war on Midgard,” Frigga whispered, laying down and tugging the other woman’s hand to get her to kneel.
    Taking a seat beside the ailing Asgardian, Marissa could only nod as she took a seat on the cold, concrete floor. “Was it Thanos?” she whispered, her aqua eyes glimmering with fear as her charge nodded slowly.
    “Yes, but how is it you know of him? These events happened long before your timeline existed,” came a question that the assistant fully expected. After all, while considered Gods, the Asgardians were anything but omnipotent. A fact she was endlessly grateful for.
    “Its a long story. I’ll tell you as much as I can,” the weary secretary replied before going into the story of ‘Tom’ and the movies he had made.
    Months pass, Loki making his way painfully across deserted wastes with his half brother at his tail. He was exhausted, pushed far beyond all his limits but he forced himself forward. It had almost been two months already and he was desperate to get to his mate’s side. She would be seven months pregnant by now and had a rather huge target on her. Having her so far from him was literally driving him insane with worry. Yet, as long as he could feel his connection to her, he knew she was at least alive. Whether or not she was safe was a whole other matter. So he kept moving, despite being on the verge of a full on collapse.
    Thor could only watch, his heart aching for his once arrogant and cocksure brother. With his mate and unborn child in danger, the Asgardian was understandably distraught. Yet, the God of Thunder had never seen his powerful sibling like this. He was almost a broken man, forcing himself forward through sheer will; allowing nothing to stop him. Even his own attempts had fallen on deaf ears and he had fallen silent to keep an eye on the other man. Sure enough, the strong male was pitching forward; hitting the ground face first with a resounding thud. Scooping a far too thin body into his arms, the former crown prince made his way to a small shelter. Until Loki awoke, there would be no point in continuing. All he would do was get them lost without the connection the sleeping deity had to Lissa.
    Lissa herself was currently pacing, frustrated with how slowly things had been going. With the help of Sif and the others, they had slowly been able to gather bits and pieces of their former army but it was taking far too long for her taste. Huffing in frustration, she glared up at the ceiling as she rubbed the taut dome of her large stomach. “You know, if it wasn’t for you, things would be a lot easier. We still have no idea whose side you’re on and things are getting worse by the day. If you really can watch everything, how can you justify what your leader is doing to us. All in an effort to get to someone who is no longer a threat,” she hissed, filled with a hatred she honestly hadn’t felt herself capable of. Then she was simply blinking out of existence, Jeremy and Lo-Lo staring at where she had been with a growing sensation of outright panic.
    One moment she was in the living room of her ex’s hidden home, the next she was in a round, golden building with a smoking dias in the middle. The top of the huge, round structure was glowing brightly, a never-ending mist seeming to flow in and out of it at the same time. The bottom seemed to be part of the floor itself, giving the illusion it had shoved its way through the very floor. On the other side stood a nine foot tall giant of a man, surprisingly kind, gold eyes looking at her from a bronze skinned face. The hulking figure was covered head to foot in ornate, golden armor; making him resemble some strange viking. “I take no side. I cannot. I am merely an opener of ways. Odin is merely the one in top authority. I have no reason not to let him travel where he wishes, yet I have no reason to tell him what he doesn’t already know,” boomed a voice that seemed to come from the room itself, almost making her cower.
    Licking her lips as her heart pounded, Melissa gathered her courage before speaking. “I... I had no idea... We all thought you were helping him,” she whispered, wanting nothing more than to flee but having nowhere to really escape to. If Odin came here now, all her efforts would be for naught. The maddened patriarch would no doubt use her as a bargaining chip for Loki’s life, killing them both in the end and ending her child before it could be born.
    “No, but if he asks me to take him to a specific person I must. It is my job. However, that does not mean I have to like what I am seeing. I see the pain of all he has killed, I see what he has done to his wife and sons, I see him slowly growing more insane. While I am bound not to take sides, I am not sure how much longer I can abide by those rules,” he assured, his voice still echoing through the walls of the room as he met her eyes steadily.
    “W-well, since you are neutral; there’s no reason I can’t use you. Its not like you’re going to tell Odin about this,” the former assistant pointed out, feeling the first threads of hope. When Heimdall only smiled widely, that hope bloomed into outright elation.
    Fighting off the urge to celebrate, she forced herself to calm down so she could act rationally as well as quickly. It wouldn’t be wise to push her luck too far but she wanted to transport as many as she could. So, taking a few minutes to form the request, Lissa very carefully gave the command. By the time she was done, the gatekeeper was nodding slowly. “I can do that. If you need my help, call my name. I would be happy to open the door to a Princess of Asgard,” he capitulated, bowing to her as she disappeared from his hub of reality.
    Blinking as she appeared on the couch, she looked up to see Jeremy looking at her with stark concern; his gaunt face deathly pale. Then his hands here on both her shoulders, the orange haired Loki that was her dog standing not too far behind him. “Heimdall,” the pair hissed in unison, both looking different variations of frightened.
    “He didn’t hurt me!” she blurted loudly before they could start flinging questions as well as baseless accusations. Thankfully, this was enough to still them; anger fading for guarded relief as well as a hint of confusion.
    “Does this mean he’s still neutral?” the Asgardian turned actor holding her asked, blue eyes shining with worry as he took a seat beside her to wrap her into his arms.
    “Yes, he’s always been nothing but a gateway. He’s a helpless servant in all of this. But that doesn’t mean he can’t help us. As uncomfortable as it makes me, my relationship with Loki seems to have granted me certain privileges; her words interrupted when a portal opened in their living room and people began to pour out of it.
    Within moments, it was too much for the small house to handle; many of the uninjured ones having to go outside. Thankfully, most of the people that had injuries only had superficial ones; the most severe one being a broken arm that had already healed. Still, as she looked around, she felt encouraged by the fact most of them had gotten off unscathed. “Alright. Now for the next step,” she whispered, holding tight to both Lo-Lo and Jeremy in case things went awry. She had already lost Marissa and Loki during all of this, if she lost these two she would truly be up shit creek. Even if she ended up with just her beloved pet, at least the doppleganger had some teleportation capabilities; albeit limited.
    Before either of them could ask, the entire group was transported to a huge warehouse; surprising the shit out of another group that had already been camped there. Thankfully, they still recognized most of eachother; immediately erasing tensions as the two factions merged to reacquaint themselves. Sighing in relief that both stages had worked, Lissa began to move through the crowd. Calling out for Marissa, hoping the other woman could hear her over the din while her ex and her dog in human form made sure to stay close to her.
    After a few minutes, she heard a responding voice; accompanied by two others that made her heart soar with relief. “Frigga? Tony? Over here!” she hollered, standing on her tiptoes and waving when she caught a glimpse of red. Finally, in a gap between people, she saw her longtime friend and practical sister; a ragged sob of joy escaping her as she ran to meet the other woman. Rissa ran forward as well, looking just as overjoyed as they hugged tightly; only breaking their embrace to look eachother over.
    The other four soon joined them, Frigga and Anthony wrapping the young woman into a group embrace as they shared their elation. “You look so well Lissa! And look at that baby!” Rissa gushed before hints of concern began to show through her happiness. Knowing her friend was beginning to wonder why they would take such a huge risk, the former assistant to the stars launched into the fairly short explanation. By the time she was done, both the older Goddess and the secretary looked relieved.
    “It is good to hear he still remembers his purpose, even when he has begun to question it,” the malnourished matriarch whispered, her voice still hoarse from her long weeks of torture.
    Lissa was about to speak when there was the sound of another portal opening, everyone going on the defensive with the exception of the former handler. “Its okay, that’s probably Loki and Thor. They’re the last ones I asked him to bring over,” she reassured before heading to where the portal had appeared. Sure enough, a large crowd was already forming around the pair; murmurs coming from them as she pushed her way through. Eventually making it into the circle around the half siblings, she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach when she saw Loki.
    The once vibrant God was thin, thinner than he had been planning to go for when he had accepted the role of Hank Williams. Dark hollows circled his closed eyes, his once groomed locks matted and greasy on his head. His lips moved with fitful whispers while his head tossed, as if he was caught in a living nightmare. Thor was kneeling on the ground to keep his head cushioned, looking up to give her a look that was just as full of relief as it was by worry. “Oh, thank the Norns you are alright. Come here little sister. Your voice may revive him,” the man formerly known as Chris Hemsworth urged, motioning to her with a bruised, bleeding hand.
    “But, what could I possibly...,” she replied, the people around them going oddly silent as she began to move toward the fallen God and his haunted brother.
    “Please, you do not know what these months of separation have done to him. Its nearly driven him mad. Just... just try,” the Crown Prince pleaded, shifting to the side as she willingly took his pace as her beloved’s pillow.
    Looking down at the sickly deity that barely resembled the man she had fallen for, Lissa felt tears clog her throat. Clearing it as she did her best to swallow her sobs, she let out a shaky breath as a hand moved through his knotted, unkempt locks. “Loki, I’m here. Our child is healthy and growing. I can’t wait for you to see it, to feel it kick. I... I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her heart an aching sore in her chest as she rested her forehead against his. A deep inhale was her only response, the unconscious trickster rolling to face her as he seemed to relax.
    Feeling hope jolt through her with a painful twinge, Lissa smiled as a tears slowly slipped down her pale cheek. “I’ll stay here all night with you if you need me to. I won’t leave your side until you wake up,” she reassured, kissing his cheek. When she pulled back, she was startled to see him looking up at her with a dazed expression in his clouded eyes.
    “Lissey? C-can it really be you,” he husked, reaching up with a shaky hand to touch her cheek; fairly flinching when he felt skin.
    Before she could respond he was enveloping her in an embrace, still mostly asleep as he began to shake all over. “Lis... Lissss,” he hissed, slipping in and out of coherence as he nuzzled into her neck; placing a loose hand on the dome of her stomach. Thankfully, Thor chose that moment to lift the pair into his arms like they weighed nothing; carrying them into the back so they could have some privacy. Laying them on a mattress, the God took a breath before giving her a kindly smile and leaving. Sighing, Lissa curled around her whimpering lover; whispering to him as he fell into a fitful sleep; having to comfort him many times through the night and reassure him she was still there.
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