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Mythos	By : OmniaVanitus Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"You know, when my operatives informed me you had opened up some seedy little bar, I thought for sure they were trying to fuck with me."
Fury was sitting at one of the tables in the small tavern, one arm thrown casually over the back of his chair while the other was out stretched on the table idly swirling the finger of scotch in the crystal tumbler the god had set before him. The melting ice clinked loudly in the otherwise silent room.
Loki hummed thoughtfully as he read through the confidential SHIELD file Fury had provided him. "Yes, I'm well aware of the irony, Director. The once crowned prince of Asgard made low and is now but a lowly cup-bearer."
"That," Fury responded, "and you don't exactly strike me as a people person."
Loki leaned back in his seat, pulling out a set of photos from the light grey folder and quickly thumbed through them. It had been an interesting read.
"So, what do you think?"
"A few ideas come to mind," the god answered, inspecting an image of a supposed electrical fire...except the object in question, the half charred remains of someone's television set, had been unplugged at the time and the house, along with the entire village, had been without power for better part of three weeks. Still, unexplained fires continued to spring up in the small village.
"You'll be able to help?"
"I believe so, yes."
"And willingly?"
"That was the deal, was it not? Though I must admit I wasn't expecting an assignment so soon."
"For some odd reason, the World Security Council is uneasy with you setting up shop in our backyard," the one-eyed man said sarcastically. "So the sooner we start making use of you, the sooner they'll realize how much of an asset you'll be."
"Well then," Loki said, closing the file and pushing it back across the table. "When do we start?"

"We'll be landing shortly," the pilot said over the comms.
After being bustled from his tavern to the nearest SHIELD base and herded onto a quinjet, they were now only minutes away from their destination, the quaint little shoreline village in Northern Sicily. Canneto di Caronia.
Fury had opted out of course, bidding adieu at the base, only be replaced by the Black Widow.
Loki greeted her with a charming, dimpled grin and an "as lovely as always" comment, earning himself in return slightly narrowed eyes that promised pain. That had been the extent of their interaction. It was just as well, though he was rather tempted to ask after their favorite archer. He had been quite fond of the little hawk.
But instead, for the rest of the flight, they had sat in utter silence on their own side of the quinjet with Loki's arms folding over his chest and his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, pointedly ignoring the Black Widow's steady gaze with an air of indifference.
They landed without much ado and the back hatch opened up to the Mediterranean sun, bright and hot and reminiscent of Asgard's own. The commune had been cordoned off, the denizens of Canneto, all 154 of them, had been evacuated to safety weeks ago as the mysterious fires continued to wreak havoc on the now empty homes and shops.
Several SHIELD agents were milling around nearby, shifting uneasily as the god strolled off the quinjet, the Black Widow in tow, and watched with distrustful and weary eyes as he took in his surroundings. A team of scientists were wandering the area as well, dressed in hazmat suits and each carrying some form of equipment, from low tech divining rods to much fancier and modern gadgets with the Stark Industries logo prominently displayed.
But for all their tests, SHIELD had been unable to explain away the fires or discover their cause or so the file had claimed. The only thing they had managed to learn from all of this was that the area had an elevated level of electromagnetic energy which in turn lead them to shutting off the power and plunging the entire village into darkness.
At least until the next house caught fire.
"Is there anything you need," Natasha asked as she stepped up to the god's side.
Loki laced his fingers behind his back, posture straight and confidant. "Only for your agents stay out of my way."
The widow nodded, promptly stalking off into the group of nervous agents still eyeing the fallen god as he glanced around and ushered them off to the sidelines to watch him work.
Curious, mistrustful eyes followed him as he drifted through the village, his steps slow and cautious. Occasionally Loki's long arms would lift up from his sides, reaching out blindly as though he were feeling for something, before they fell back down and he moved on to the next spot.
The afflicted homes were easy to find and Loki didn't hesitate as he entered one of them to see the damage firsthand. Blackened outlets and scorched appliances were a commonality among all the buildings, but occasionally he would stumble upon a room with either a chair or couch or some other piece of furniture that had been reduced to ashes.
He knelt down next to a wall socket, ignoring the soot that dirtied his clothing as he drew a finger over the burnt markings gauged deep into the drywall and flooring. Interestingly familiar, and something for which experience tells him was the result of lightning, not electricity. Shifting slightly, Loki moved in closer to a pile of ashes, the remnants of someone's unfortunate chaise, and sifted through them with his fingers, probing them with his magic.
It was faint, the ashes having long since grown cold and nearly a week old, but he could still sense the lingering scent of wild energy.
He emerged from the small stucco house and wandered farther into the commune, picking out another building at random to enter and examine. The damage there was more recent, enough so that when he let his seiðr seep out, he instantly felt a ping that disrupted the ripples of his magic.
Loki acted quickly, latching on to the blip and tethering it with a muttered spell as he stalked out of the building, moving even deeper into the village with purpose.
The trace led him to an area that had been, for the most part, untouched by the spate of fires and ended in front of a crumbling home. The dwelling stood abandoned like the rest of the village, but the air was so thick with energy it practically crackled as Loki waded into the electrostatic, his inky black hair frizzing as he went.
The SHIELD agents and scientists that had been watching him from afar must have picked up on his sudden sense of urgency and they began to slowly edge in closer, but Loki waved a careless hand, flicking his wrist and erecting a barrier with practiced ease to keep them at bay. Now was not the time for them to get in his way.
He already had an idea of who and what was behind the rash of fires and he entered the house cautiously. This was not the first time he's encountered this creature.
Nothing was aflame yet, but wisps of smoke were seeping out of the already blackened electrical outlets, crawling up the walls in dangerous, whimsical curls.
Loki stepped forward, turning in a slow circle before picking a spot in the middle of the wooden floor and sitting down, crossing his legs Indian style. He gave the tethers an encouraging tug, trying to coax the creature out of his hiding spot. He didn't have to wait long.
A crack of thunder echoed in the small room as the entity leaped from the sockets, a flash of lightning arching through the air, gouging grooves into the wall and floor as it landed before the god. It was made entirely of lightning, taking the shape of a slender fox, though Loki knew it was capable of many forms.
The entity bounded forward only to race playful circles around the mischievous god. Loki caught him easily and he huffed out a laugh, his Asgardian leathers smoldering as he wiggled in his arms.
"Run away from your master again, Raiju?"
The creature made a noise reminiscent of rolling thunder in answer, wagging his entire body happily as the god held him against his chest. The thunder beast wasn't nearly as large as the last time they had met, a testament to the neglect he's suffered during his stay in the small fishing village.
With the creature secured Loki stood, emerging from the domicile only to find the group of gathered SHIELD agents waiting on the other side of the barrier, Natasha Romanoff standing at the forefront.
"What is it," she asked, a perfect manicured eyebrow arching curiously.
Loki waved a hand in a sharp cutting motion, dissipating the barrier before he answered. "A thunder beast."
The Black Widow nodded in approval. "Good work, Loki. We'll take it from here." A few of the agents stepped forward, ready to take the creature into custody.
"I think not."
"Loki..." she warned, her hand falling to her sidearm to undo the strap securing it in place at her side.
The god gave a low, derisive chuckle. "You can't possibly hope to contain this creature."
"You agreed to help-"
"I agreed to help resolve your fire problem, which I have," he cut in. "Why would I release a being you know nothing about into your care? You are incapable of understanding this creature nor tending to it properly." Raiju was already nearly a third of his original, healthy size.
"All the more reason for our scientists to study it."
"I think not," Loki repeated, unimpressed. A instant later he was holding the thunder beast out in front of him, his hands tightening around the creature as his seiðr pooled around him in a poisonous fog. The creature yowled and writhed in pain.
Natasha pulled her glock out fluidly, several other agents following suit, and leveled her gun at the fallen god. "Stand down, Loki."
But he paid her no mind as he succeeded in crushing the creature between his palms with an echoing shockwave of thunder and lightning. The Black Widow's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they narrow again dangerously.
"As I said, I agreed to help. Not provide you with specimens to torture and experiment on."
"So you killed it instead."
"A kindness I'm sure."
She held her aim a moment longer before ultimately shrugging and holstering it, smirking smugly at the god's dumbfounded expression. "Our top priority here was to find and neutralize the problem causing the fires. While capturing the creature would have been preferable, killing it was also acceptable." Natasha eyed the god for moment, taking in his still smoldering clothing. "Now, do you need a ride home?"

It was late at night and despite the lack of patrons, the tavern was still open. Loki didn't mind though, Raiju was keeping him company.
He was sitting at the table he and Fury had shared earlier that day with his new companion sprawled out on the surface, licking at a crystal shard filled to the brim with his poisonous green seiðr. It wasn't the same flavor the thunder beast was used to, but he was practically starving, his sharp teeth gnawing at a jagged edge. Raiju purred appreciatively, the sound of soft rolling thunder.
Loki felt a tug on the protective wards as the tavern's door creaked open. It was about time.
"Raijin," the god said, greeting the newcomer.
"Loki," the man answered, his voice nothing more than a rumbling purr and thick with a heavy Japanese accent. "Thank you for finding him for me. I hope he hasn't been too much trouble for you."
Loki smiled softly. "No, not at all. Though the people of Canneto di Caronia might say otherwise."
"Sicily," he sighed. "See Raiju, this is why you shouldn't fall asleep in bellybuttons you don't know." The thunder beast in question only purred louder, its tail whipping out to curl around his master's wrist.
"Yes, I remember when he stowed away in Volstagg's great mountain of a belly," Loki laughed.
Centuries ago when he was younger and still called Thor his brother, before the thunderer had even been gifted the war hammer Mjölnir, they had visited Midgard. Drunk on sake and wandering Japan's countryside, the two princes along with Sif and the Warriors Three had been hunting kirin, a Japanese unicorn that was part dragon part deer. They were mostly docile creatures, but when attacked or provoked they became quite volatile, shooting fireballs from their antler-like horn.
But then one morning, after a particularly violent thunderstorm which Thor claimed he was not responsible for, Volstagg awoke to find sparks of lightning shooting from his navel. Fandral had been quick to declare him the new thunder god which in turn led to Thor challenging Volstagg to a bare knuckle brawl.
They matched each other blow for blow until Thor had managed to wrap his thick arms around his friend's belly, ignoring the bright flashes still coming from his stomach, and squeezed him so hard the thunder beast had popped right out.
The group had been frozen in shock before Loki broke the silence, congratulating the new mother with Fandral offering up his own toast, demanding to be the godfather. Sif had dissolved into a fit of giggles at that and even Hogan's shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. It was one of Loki's more happier memories of the group, a rare commodity.
Raijin had appeared not long after to reclaim his wayward familiar. Smooth, flawless skin, lean frame hidden under layers of rich, vibrant kimonos and armor and long pitch black hair tied securely in a thick braid.
Thor towered over him easily, and the two thunder gods had clashed almost immediately, long spear meeting broad axe. But while the blonde Asgardian had brute strength, the Japanese deity had speed and, to Loki's surprise and Thor's annoyance, strong magic that he had no qualms in using. Their battle had been spectacular, or at least what their was of it.
The herd of kirin they'd been tracking took offense to the array of lightning strikes the two gods were causing and attacked, raining fireballs upon the lot of them and forcing Thor to abandon the fight. His insufferable whining had lasted for weeks after that.
"Did your brother truly believe he was the only lightning wielder?"
Loki sighed, shaking his head. "Thor was and still is a moron. He could never comprehend or appreciate the customs of other cultures or that his actions might somehow offend those outside of his circle of blind followers."
Raijin reached forward to pet the staticky fur of his familiar. "It's not even about customs so much as fact. Lightning strikes the Earth about eight million times a day. Far more than what one thunder god is capable of, no matter how ambitious they are."
"In truth, I think he was more upset about not being able to finish his fight with you."
"Now that I'd believe," the god said with a rumbling laugh. He watched as Raiju devoured the remainder of the absinth colored seiðr shards before he stood. "It was good to see you again, Mischief Maker."
"And you as well, Thunderer," Loki said, standing up and clasping the other god's proffered forearm. "Feel free to wander by my tavern again."
"I look forward to it. Come Raiju." The thunder beast gave a catlike stretch before leaping from the tabletop and transforming into his customary wolf form midair, his lush white fur practically glowing. "Till we meet again."

A/N: For those curious, the fires in the Sicilian village, Canneto di Caronia, actually occurred in 2004 and again in 2014. Various appliances (including those unplugged) would suddenly burst into flame and this eventually escalated to mattresses and furniture. These fires are still unexplained, though some actually believe aliens to be at fault.
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