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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: And things continue. Only a chapter or two left really. Hope you guys enjoy reading what’s to come.

Chapter Thirty: A Hard Struggle

    Watching as the ants got closer to him, Thanos had to fight to keep a snarl on his face. The charade had gone far too well so far. The poor fools actually thought they had a glimmer of hope. That they could win this with their pitiful means. He only needed them to get a bit closer to him, to let their guard down. If only for a few seconds. Then, he would show them just who was in charge. Just thinking about the expression on their faces was almost enough to make him start laughing. Almost.
    “Great work Pete!” called out a voice from below, instantly getting the tyrant’s attention. Moving his orange eyes to one side, Thanos saw a familiar green aura. An aura that instantly made his blood start boiling. It was the whelp. The one who dared to defy him, to try to get away from his influence. Loki Laufeyson, the only being in this reality that he cared about enough to truly hate.
    “Loki? Any idea just what’s going on? This doesn’t seem like the same world we came from,” responded the voice of the one who had bound him in these webs, getting his attention quite effectively. He had been too bent on vengeance to really notice his surroundings before but he had to admit the fool was right. This felt like a timeline far in the future from the one the heroes below him had come from. Had he really been imprisoned for so long?
    Raising his brow at the disguised reporter, the former actor shook his head as he let out a quiet chuckle. “You mean you didn’t ask Heimdall before you came here? You just rushed in without thinking?” he questioned, not really all that surprised. From what he remembered, Peter and the other heroes had always been a bit impulsive when it came to ‘saving the day’.
    “Well, there usually isn’t time for many questions. We just have to go where we’re needed,” Spiderman admitted, rubbing the back of his head as he turned his gaze to eye the hulking deity he had tied up.
    “Well, let me be the first to say ‘welcome to the future’. We’re about a few lifetimes away from the reality you’re used to,” the exiled Prince declared, waving to the others that were coming over to greet him and talk about what came next.
    Even his army was closing in, questions about what happened filling the air. They only stopped when they caught sight of the one eyed patriarch they had been fighting against just moments before. “Allow me to explain. Not all was as it seemed,” the trickster began, falling back into his age-old role with the ease of slipping into a warm bath. It honestly felt good to be using his old tactics again, to actually be Loki again instead of ‘Tom Hiddleston’. It felt good to feel like a God again, some of his old cockiness slowly slipping back to the forefront. Still, he wished he could bring his mate down to share this with him.
    Not even daring to look at where he sensed her energy, he explained the neat little story he had made up for ‘Odin’. Having played the God before, Anthony was able to pull it off flawlessly; looking deeply ashamed as well as vaguely apologetic. The best part was, all the people that weren’t in on the secret were buying it. It certainly helped when he was joined by Thor and Frigga, the gaunt Goddess still looking a bit shell-shocked by what had just happened. Moving her tired eyes to the man who would be taking the place of her husband, the weary woman put on the performance of her life by running over to him to throw her arms around him.
    Breathing heavily through the latest wave, Lissa ground her teeth while the pressure inside her only continued to increase. “That’s good! Yer doin’ a lot better than most gals I’ve seen go through this. Most would be at least be spoutin’ some nonsense about how they can’t do this,” praised a gruff baritone from between her legs.
    “How are things g... going out there? It sounds like the fighting has stopped. Is Jeremy okay?” came a stream of questions as the contraction finally began to let up. It would only be a matter of time before her water broke and from there things would likely happen fast. This baby seemed to want to be born quickly, a fact that didn’t really surprise her.
    “Looks like they got things handled. As for the old man and orange haired doppelganger for Loki that I passed on my way up here, they’re still where they were. Is Jeremy the older one?” came a quick reply, instantly filling her with worry.
    “Y-yes,why do you ask?” gasped out of her, her heart thudding even as another contraction began to overwhelm her.
    “He ain’t doin’ so hot. He’s doubled over with orange haired guy crouching over him,” came the answer she had dreaded hearing.
    Closing brown eyes as pain lanced through her heart, Lissa rubbed her rounded stomach as her heart clenched into an aching ball inside her chest. While being immortal, Jeremy was nowhere near as young as he used to be. And, like most Asgardians, he wasn’t invulnerable to death. Since he allowed himself to age, albeit slowly, he was soon reaching what would be the temporary end of his lifespan. While he wouldn’t truly die, it would be close enough. He would fall into a deep sleep, not awaking for several hundred years. When he did, however, he would be fully refreshed.
    Yet, as much as she wanted to, she could do nothing to help. Deep in the throes of slightly premature labor, she was worse than useless. Whimpering, she did her best to stay calm despite the anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. Panicking and making her own emergency for herself would do nothing but make everything worse. The best she could do was focus giving birth to her child safely and deal with what was happening after. Still, that didn’t stop her heart and her brain from doing their best to prod her into action.
    Panting harshly as he fought to catch his breath as well as slow down his racing heart, Jeremy watched the massive amount of people as they ran to gather around the bound madman. It was only the energy that Lo-Lo was giving him that was keeping him conscious in the first place. He didn’t even have the energy left to move or speak, even with a stranger staying with Lissa at the moment. Clutching his chest, he looked up at the orange haired version of Loki; ignoring the rattling noise his breathing was making at the moment. “D-do you think Lis will be okay with that savage?” he gasped out, muscles twitching as he felt warm energy continue to fill his exhausted body.
    “Logan? He’s harmless. A bit gruff but he’d never lay a hand on a woman. Even my creator would be comfortable with him helping mom,” the orange haired copy assured, green eyes shifting to the alley they had left behind.
    Unbeknownst to the Asgardian turned actor, the transformed puppy could smell his mistress had started her labor. Yet, he had enough intelligence to keep this knowledge to himself. Something about what happened with Thanos seemed to be too easy. Especially with the memories he shared with Loki. As such, he couldn’t allow anything to become a distraction. More than Melissa’s life depended on things going smoothly and, as callous as it sounded, she was already well taken care of. Logan, while a bit of a wildman, wouldn’t just let her give birth without help. “Oh... fuck me,” Irons uttered breathlessly, bringing his attention back to the battlefield just down the road. Just in time to see Thanos break free of the threads that had bound him.
    After listening to his former underling’s explanation, the ‘Mad God’ decided it was about time to show who held the best cards. So, with a deep breath, he lifted his arms; effectively exploding out of the white, sticky strands that had been wound around him. Relishing the shocked and horrified expressions of the surrounding peons, he took advantage of taking the group off guard by firing a ball of energy out of his gauntlet covered palm. The effect was instantaneous as well as glorious.
    Bodies flew up into the air in a magnificent arc, theirs screams like the sweetest music. Already, the mortals were scrambling; chaos ensuing. The only person who wasn’t panicking was Loki, the rest of the heroes trying to make sure the humans were safe. Burning orange met acid green, the two adversaries facing off while ignoring the noise in the background. Mothers screaming for their children, broken families crying out in lament; all of that faded into the background. ‘Hello again, Laufeyson,’ boomed a voice in the head of the Trickster, causing a glint of defiance in his glowing oculars. Yet, under that, there was the faintest hint of fear.
    “Christ... The unbelievable bastard,” Jeremy growled as he watched the scene, well aware of what Thanos intended. After having Loki defy him, the arrogant being would likely want revenge. In a rush, protective instincts welled inside the thespian. The former Prince had been like his own son and he would be damned if just sat by and watched him get killed. Getting to his feet despite heavy protest from the transformed canine, the former teacher ran toward the mass anarchy that was unfolding before them.
    Lo-Lo could only watch for a few moments before forcing himself to follow Irons. He had no choice but to stick to his earlier convictions, despite his deep urge to help his adopted mother. He had to do his part to save humanity as well as what was left of this planet. So, gathering what little energy he had left, the puppy turned human prepared himself for the fight of his short life. Even knowing the skirmish would likely lead to his own death. Even knowing they were unlikely to succeed. Even knowing he would probably never see the woman he considered his mom ever again.
    Groaning through gritted teeth, Lissa breathed through the tears that stung her eyes. Already, she could feel an unbearable burning in her nethers; making her reluctant to continue pushing. Unfortunately, she found herself with little choice; biting back a scream as her back arched upward with the newest pain. “That’s it, yer startin’ to crown now. Won’t be much longer,” assured the hauntingly familiar voice from between her legs. Fighting her urge to just snap and start tearing into the mutant, the former assistant simply let out a low growl as she kept straining.
    As soon as the contraction ended, she was collapsing backward; doing her best to catch her breath. Rubbing her taut stomach, she took advantage of the temporary lull and relaxed as much as she could. The real struggle was yet to come and she knew it, that knowledge filling her with a sense of dread. Wishing she could have an epidural, she let out a small whimper when she felt the next wave begin. Gathering every ounce of strength she had, she pushed; huffing through her nose as the burning sensation increased.
    The two superpowers clashed together, blasts of magic colliding before fists did. Lined lips curling up from his teeth, Thanos glowered at the the creature who was supposed to be at his feet. When Loki simply smirked at him, the omniscient being felt his blood begin to boil. “Just what the Hell are you smiling at?” roared out of him just before he was blasted in the back by a heat beam. Whirling around, he saw the same piece of dirt as earlier.
    “I have back-up and this time, we don’t intend on losing. Are you prepared to taste death?” hissed out of the Asgardian, his skin tinting blue as he began to change into his true form. Then the green beast was charging into his lower body, effectively knocking him over.
    Blasting the thing in the face, Thanos was on his feet in seconds; crazed eyes glowing with sheer hatred. Baring his teeth, Loki charged; followed by Thor and Sif. The Warriors Three followed close behind, determination on their ageless faces. The rest of the heroes weren’t exactly sitting on their laurels either, attacking with the rest. This left the chaos of the decimated humans to the healers, faint sobs and screams punctuating the sound of magical explosions.
    Feeling sick to his stomach as he came up on what was left of their army, Jeremy felt the rage inside him increase tenfold. All this killing, all this pain had to stop; even if he had to die in the process. So, with a strangled yell, he rushed forward; calling on the last reserves of his power to attempt a final attack on the marauding deity. Drawing his arm back as he got closer, he channeled his magic into his hand; shooting out a blindingly bright beam at Thanos’ torso before collapsing.
    Lo-Lo, having seen Jeremy collapse, stopped to examine the unconscious male; making sure he was breathing before summoning a healer over. Once he was sure the actor was being cared for, he continued his own charge. Gritting his teeth, he lunged just as the blast hit the crazed villains; punching a rather impressive hole in his stomach. Snarling, the dog poofed back into his normal form just in time to latch onto the much stronger male’s throat. Digging his fangs in, he hung on for dear life while the ‘Mad God’ tugged at his short, furred body. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep this up for long. All it would take was one, good grip and his spine would be crushed into a fine powder.
    Staggering as purple blood spewed from his furrowed lips, Thanos barely had time to comprehend the hole where his guts had been before a little rat was biting into his neck. Making a thick, gurgling noise, the giant male staggered as he pulled fruitlessly at the creature. It was only when a familiar sounding yell came from below him that he stopped, vision blurring as he saw none other than Odin glowering up at him. “You dared to think you could control me? You dared to force me to kill countless innocents? You shall pay for your insolence with your life,” boomed a commanding voice right before a bolt of lightning struck his body.
    Low grunts echoed through the occupied alley, soft curses coming from a panting figure. “Almost there. One more push and you’re done,” encourages a gruff voice, followed by a strangled scream. Then there was silence, quiet breaths filling the void. Suddenly, as if by magic, a squall begins to echo off the brick; accompanied by relieved laughter.
    “A little girl,” Logan announced, tearing off a bit of his costume to wrap the babe in. Handing the infant to her mother, he moved to the edge of the alley to see what was happening. What greeted his eyes made him utter a few choice words.
    “H-how bad is it,” rasped out of Lissa as she lifted her daughter to a milk laden breast while the pain slowly faded away.
    “Several are down. Your guys are missing and Thanos just got struck by lightning,” Wolverine responded, making her anxious as well as slightly hopeful.
    “Carry us down... I need to find my family,” she whispered, clutching her dozing child slightly while determination shone in her brown eyes. Thankfully, the gruff male didn’t argue; simply scooping her up in his arms before running into the chaos below.
    Watching his greatest enemy jerk and blacken from the electricity, Loki could only feel some form of deep gratification. All the pain, all the misery he had been put through because of this creature was being paid back in full. He only wished he could increase the pain received for all the needless lives lost. Even as the smell of burning flesh filled the air, the hulking male collapsing to have convulsions. Even when his eyes exploded and smoke poured from his ears. Even when small fires broke out over the smoldering body.
    It was only when he smelled the blood of his mate that he shifted his focus. Looking into the crowd, he spotted a yellow and black clad figure moving through the people carrying a familiar figure. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Wolverine carrying Lissa. A less pregnant looking Lissa that was holding a swaddled bundle close to her chest. Feeling his heart drop into his stomach, he rushed toward the pair; leaving the rest to the others.
    Picking up where Loki had left off, Anthony glared down at the smoking heap that was Thanos. “May you rot in Hel,” hissed out of him before he was spitting in the corpse’s face. Then he was turning to face the people, using magic to amplify his voice before proceeding to give orders. Thankfully, nobody seemed to question it; following his directions flawlessly. Healers continued to move through the injured, unpleasant smells lingering in the air. Yet, amongst the horror, there were small specks of light. Mothers that thought their children had been lost, families that had been separated in the panic. Though, not all were so lucky.
    Uncaring of anyone but his lover, Loki ran; not stopping until he reached the mutant carrying her. It was only then that he noticed Jeremy, his face ghoulishly pale as he struggled for breath. The healer hunched over him looked up at them helplessly, their hands glowing bright blue with magic. “I’m trying but he’s just so drained. Nothing I’m doing is working,” came a confession that drew a sob from the exhausted woman in Wolverine’s arms. Narrowing his eyes, the monarch brushed the boy out of the way; using his own magic to help his teacher.
    As Logan set her down gently, Melissa held her sleeping baby in a tight grip before scooting over the short distance to her ex’s body. “Jeremy, please. You can’t do this to me. I’m not... I’m not ready to lose you yet,” whispered out of her as she reached with her free hand to cup his gaunt cheek. Groaning, he fluttered his purple tinted eyelids as he turned into her touch.
    “Lissss,” whispered his raspy voice, his breathing evening out as some color appeared to return to his visage.
    “I’m right here. You have to see my daughter. You’ll love her,” she continued, smiling up at Loki as he shifted his gaze to look at his daughter for the first time.
    The newborn looked just like him, possessing a shock of ebony hair and pale complexion. He couldn’t wait to hold her and her mother. Yet, he wanted to be sure Jeremy was alright. While studying under him, Loki had formed a strong affection for the man; seeing him like a second father. He only relaxed once the aging actor opened his eyes to look around in confusion. “What happened? Did we win?” croaked out of him as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.
    “Thanos is dead and our daughter has been born,” Lissa announced, handing the swaddled infant to her lover as he took a seat beside her. Loki simply smiled at the sleeping baby, not noticing when the rest of his family came to join them.
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