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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 get even more interesting. Getting close to the end of our tale.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Gambit

    Standing at the front of the crowd with Jeremy by her side, Lissa couldn’t help but wonder why Loki had asked them here. In the last month, he’d done nothing but hold meetings with the gathered members of his army as well as his mother. She had been the only one left out, the reason she’d been given only making her angry. Her lover’s reasoning was that she was pregnant and therefore wouldn’t be seeing combat. A pronouncement she begged to differ with. Even with her condition, she was more than willing to fight for the man she loved. As such, she’d stopped talking to him; even going as far as to sleep in a different room.
    Unfortunately, her tactic hadn’t worked. With Jeremy and Lo-Lo accompanying her, he knew she was safe and made making up to her fairly low on his priority list. It seemed that as long as she was out of danger, he didn’t care just how angry she was at him. Due to all this, this would be the first time she’d seen him in several weeks. “Foolish mortals!” boomed a voice that made everyone freeze before they were turning to stare at the clear area ahead of them. To all their horror, they saw none other than Odin standing before them, glaring at them with his one eye.
    Just as panic was starting to set in, Loki was coming to stand by the deity’s side; a grin on his handsome face. “Don’t worry! This isn’t Odin but he had you pretty fooled. This our own Tony,” he explained, the relief that filled the room fairly palpable.
    “Pretty convincing isn’t he? He didn’t need much coaching but he did need the armor. That’s why I called you here. To introduce our new ally, Heimdall,” came an announcement that made the quiet murmurs fall completely silent.
    In a flash of blinding, rainbow light, the dark skinned gatekeeper appeared; dressed in his normal, golden armor. His similarly colored eyes moved over the crowd as he removed his helmet, taking a knee to bow before the gathered Midgardians. “Know that I do not normally take sides. I still do not intend to. I cannot fight for you but I can offer you safe passage. I also will do nothing to help lead Odin and his men to your location. Have courage, you hold the fate of worlds in your hands,” he announced, eyes glimmering as they shifted over to the disguised actor.
    “You are almost there. All of Asgard will believe this man is the Allfather. All he needs is the Divine Spark,” he continued, gesturing toward the other man with his open hand. Then he was gone, leaving everyone feeling utterly stunned and wondering just what had happened.
    Suddenly, Anthony started to glow gold; his uncovered eye widening as he raised his hands to stare at them. Then, with a flash the actually blew the crowd’s hair, it dissipated. Immediately, the people began to murmur while the aging actor continued to simply focus on his hands; almost acting like he hadn’t seen the limbs before. With an unconscious gesture, he caused an accidental peal of thunder to echo through the empty chamber; making everyone jump in surprise. In a swift movement, Loki was grabbing both the older man’s wrists in both his hands; his expression deathly serious. “No quick movements and, for the love of Asgard, do not point your index finger of your dominant hand,” he hissed before leading the thespian off into another room.
    “How much longer must I wait for you to make your move. Each moment we dawdle, the closer the bitch gets to giving birth,” spat an angry voice, filling the endless void the mad God of Asgard now occupied. A deep chuckle was his only answer, only incensing him more.
    “I thought we were merely after Loki. Are you saying the conditions of our agreement have changed?” boomed an impossibly deep voice, coming from all around.
    “It was never just Loki and you know it! The child is the big problem. The child’s life is my death and I cannot allow that to happen!” Odin spat, summoning lightning in an effort to punish the entity that had dared to sass him. This proved ineffectual, the bolts of electricity disappearing as soon as they appeared.
    Suddenly there was a feeling of oppressive fury, the sheer amount of power rolling off Thanos pressing Odin’s body against the non-existent ground. “You dare order me, whelp! I have existed long before you were even a passing thought of the cosmos. I have existed before the universes even came into being. You are not the one in charge here, I am. I have always been in charge. I am merely choosing to help you since we have a mutual interest. The moment you become of no further use to me will be the moment I stop assisting you. You are like a bug, easily squashed,” growled the one true ‘Mad God’, his voice deafeningly loud and making the prostrated deity jolt with each word.
    “As it is, I could bring the hammer down on Loki’s pathetic army any time I wanted. Are you really naive enough to think I don’t know where they are right now,” Thanos continued, materializing in the void to tower over the former leader of Asgard.
    These words made Odin raise his head to glare at the blue skinned being with utter hatred. “Then why don’t you. You hate him as much as I, why hesitate to end him! End the lives of those foolish enough to follow him,” spat the bitter patriarch. The beast standing over him only smirked, a strange light glittering in orange-red eyes.
    “It so much more interesting to watch them weave out their little plan, allow them to have a sense of security. At the moment where they start to think they might actually have a chance is the best time to move. It will crush their souls as well as their spirit to keep rebelling. They will quickly return to the sheep they once were, easily led to the slaughter; easily controlled,” he growled, a truly sadistic glint in his crazed gaze.
    “Alright, I want all of you practicing and getting ready to fight. We have no idea how much time we have before Odin or Thanos decides they’ve had enough watching us squirm on the hook!” boomed a commanding voice as separated groups practiced various fighting techniques. One group was focused on hand to hand, another was teaching swordplay, yet another was for ranged weaponry, still another was for melee and finally there was a large group for magic use. It seemed everyone had something to do, with the clear exception of the heavily pregnant Lissa.
    Due to her stubbornness, she still refused to even be in the same room as her former client. While she could admit he was right to keep her from fighting in her condition, she found herself reluctant to say it out loud. At this point, it was more a matter of pride and was honestly driving Jeremy insane. As much as he hated to admit it, he hated seeing the pair at odds like this. Especially after how long they’d been separated. The former Asgardian had been all too aware of his former student’s distress during his long recovery. He’d heard Loki’s screams at night, had seen his ex’s worried face when the former God only got worse. He’d had more than enough.
    Sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the ex-teacher lowered himself so his mouth was next to his former fiance’s ear. “You know he’s never going to apologize. Especially since we all know he’s in the right. You have to stop punishing the both of you,” he grumbled, placing his hands on both her shoulders. Melissa only gave him a withering glare before her jaw set stubbornly. Usually that meant she wasn’t going to listen to a word he said but that certainly didn’t mean he was going to stop trying.
    “Lissy... honey, you can’t tell me that you’re happy at the moment. You’ve been staying in my room for the last of your seventh month and at least a week of your eighth. Can you honestly say you haven’t missed Loki for all of this time? That you don’t wish he was here with you instead of me?” Irons pointed out, keeping his voice soft and low in an effort to be soothing. It was his best hope to maybe get her to listen to reason.
    Already she was beginning to relax as his words sunk in, a thoughtful look coming coming over her pale face. In all honesty, she really had missed the former actor. All too often, she had awoken to wishing it was his arms wrapped around her rather than those of her former fiance. Still, her silly pride refused to allow herself to approach him. Rubbing her arms, she forced herself to think about what was so important about being right in this case; especially since she ultimately agreed with Loki. She was really just hurting both of them over a matter of pride and that thought, at last, made her give up the silly fight. “Alright, you both win. I don’t even know why I was acting like this in the first place. I accept the fact that I really should hang back but I don’t like it. I don’t like the fact that I’m practically useless right now! I don’t like the fact that I’ll likely be a distraction during the battle,” she whispered, deep pain in her chocolate colored eyes.
    “He sees you as anything but. This child is not a burden to him. I don’t know if you know this but Loki has always wanted children of his own. Children Odin didn’t force him to have,” Jeremy assured, his words making her go ghost pale.
    Due to studying Norse Mythology while working with ‘Tom’, Melissa was extremely aware of what the patriarch had put his adopted son through in ancient times. Not to mention what had happened with the one child he’d come close to having with his servant. “I’d forgotten about that,” she murmured, moving toward the stern male before she’d realized what her body was doing. Next thing she knew, she was stopping a few feet from him; watching as he guided a fairly young girl through how to use healing magic.
    “Alright sweetheart, focus the energy you’re feeling on the wound,” he encouraged, smiling when a light pink aura surrounded the fourteen year old’s hands. A look of awe immediately came over her too young face. A face that would soon see horrors not meant for one so young.
    Feeling her heart wrench slightly, she reached for her beloved. “Loki?” she whispered, a little nervous despite the fact she knew full well he would do nothing to harm her. Immediately, he spun to face her; a warm smile on his lips.
    “Lis. Have you finally forgiven me?” he husked, enveloping her in a tight hug as he nuzzled her forehead.
    “I wasn’t really mad at you in the first place. I was just frustrated,” she admitted, launching into the explanation she’d given Jeremy; the corners of her mouth turning downward in an expression of misery.
    “Oh my darling girl. I only see you as precious, something I need to protect. Because you have to stay behind, you give me something to fight for,” he assured, bending to kiss her cheek as he carefully met her dark eyes.
    “I just wish I could help is all. With the way things are going, I’ll likely be in labor by the time the battle really starts,” she pointed out, watching as her lover’s student began to practice on more severe injuries.
    “You can heal can you not? Besides, you still have some time before you’re due,” Loki husked, not looking all that convinced by his own words.
    Melissa gave him a sardonic glance, shaking her head as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. She knew that her former ward was well aware of what stress could do this late into her pregnancy. He was just attempting to make them both feel better, to lighten the obvious tension between them. “Just... promise me you won’t disappear. Even if you do go into labor... I need to know you are safe. I promise, I will not just drop everything to rush to your side. I just need you to make me a promise in return,” insisted his smooth voice in her ear.
    “To not run away?” she asked before he could say it, knowing full well that was what he wanted.
    Before he could answer, there was a loud boom from the ceiling before all the makeshift lights simply went out. “Foolish ants, thinking you can even stand a chance against one such as me,” boomed an impossibly loud voice that seemed to fill everyone’s ears. Just hearing it made several people sink to their knees, their hands covering their ears in a vain attempt to protect themselves. Immediately, Jeremy was right by Lissa’s side; Loki spinning to look for the source of the voice. A few of the darkened lamps flicked on, focusing on a hulking figure that loomed near the front of the room. Crazed, orange eyes glared over the gathering of humanity, a disgusted sneer on his purple skinned face.
    “Thanos,” whispered the former God of Asgard, Frigga running up from the back to join their small group. Even Thor and Rissa joined them, their hands linked as they came up on the small gathering in a sea of Midgardians. Normally, Melissa would have pointed out their newfound closeness; especially given their crush on eachother. Right at the moment, what was going on was more important than what was happening with the pair.
    All too soon, Odin appeared next to the overly large figure of Thanos; a glare on his grizzled face. “Get them out of here,” Loki whispered to his former teacher, narrowing his eyes as Lo-Lo changed into his human form. Giving a nod, the aging actor moved off into the crowd; the orange haired doppelganger following close behind. Taking that as her cue, Frigga began to try to drag Lissa into the crowd as well; unsurprised when she encountered some resistance. Digging her heels in, the former assistant glared at the matriarch; obviously wanting to stay with her mate.
    “Come, you are in danger here. Loki will follow but you must come,” the Goddess insisted, getting a very reluctant nod in response. Still, Lissa kept looking back as she was led away; memories of their separation filling her head. The last thing she wanted was anything like that to happen again. She had a fairly good idea such an occurrence would kill them both.
    Thankfully, her beloved gave her an extremely subtle nod. This non-verbal communication was enough to tell her he had no intention of allowing them to be separated again. Giving a nod of her own, she followed Frigga into the press of the crowd. “Go with her Marissa,” Thor murmured in his own partner’s ear, releasing her hand to take a stand by his brother’s side. The fiery redhead simply watched him for a few minutes before following her practical sister.
    “We will not just stand here and allow you to do as you please with this planet or its people. Especially since who you’re really after is a member of my family,” the God of Thunder declared, blue eyes glittering with determination. The man next to him startled, giving him a shocked look before his cold mask slammed back into place.
    Thanos simply laughed, pitiless eyes burning into the former Crown Prince’s. “You think you and your pitiful ‘army’ have a chance?” he growled, waving to the man beside him like he was a loyal dog. Giving the elder God a hate filled glower, the King of Asgard raised a hand to summon lightning down on the trapped mortals. Thankfully, Loki and Jeremy had already opened a portal; allowing people to escape. In a rush, the crowd fled; leaving behind the two brothers. Unfortunately, there were also five people near the portal that had yet to leave.
    “Come on! Don’t you see they’re waiting for you!” the once voice actor exclaimed just before he was grabbing his former fiance and shoving her through. Lo-Lo followed close behind, keeping a tight hold on her upper arm as she struggled to go back for her beloved. She didn’t care that they were in an alley just beside the warehouse she had been in, all she cared about was the fact Loki was still in there with a being that had once had no problem manipulating him. A feat that was more than a little impressive given the former actor was the God of Lies and Deception.
    Thankfully, it was only a few more minutes before he, Thor and Jeremy joined them. “Run, now! Head for a more open spot as fast as you can. If we are to fight, we will not be made into fish in barrel,” snarled his stern order, a strange light in his now acid green eyes. Then they were moving, only making it a few feet from the building before Odin and Thanos were on them. Spinning to face their assailants, the would be army prepared to defend themselves while those unable to fight moved to a safer, more out of the way position behind near-by parked cars. The purple beast by the King of Asgard merely let out a cruel chuckle before lifting a gauntlet covered hand.
    A ball of light formed in his palm, evil eyes glimmering with an inner glee as he prepared to launch his attack. Just before he could fire, there was another blinding burst of light; freezing the powerful pair across from the Midgardians. “That is quite enough Allfather,” snarled a stern, female voice as a veritable army of Asgardians stood in front of the gathered mortals. In the forefront was Sif, dark eyes glittering with an inner rage as her three friends bristled behind her. It was only then that the beleaguered humans began to have a slim hope that they might make it through this mess alive.
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