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Between Friends

Author: ciaranbochna
Characters: Loki
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Length: 440
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world of the Marvel universe

Warnings: Grief, self-destructive behavior, mental instability.  Multiple personalities. I have no idea.
A/N: Another prompt from  comment_fic - Person 1: How do you see this ending? Person 2: Bloody and on fire

“How long do you believe this ruse will last?”

“Long enough to suit me.”

“Suit you? As if you actually have a plan. Nothing you do will ever lift you above the filth you came from.”

“Go to hell.”

“We both know that trip ended long ago. How is your lovely daughter? You’ve made a fine home among the ruins. Surpassing even Hel.”

“Ruins of what I was. That, I will grant you.” He laughs abruptly. As if the emotion is foreign. “What I bring to them now-- that will be wholly new. I look forward to the scattered remnants of who stands, after.”

“New? You continue to believe that you have original ideas in that cracked skull of yours?”

“It astounds me what you discover when you abandon sanity. Consequences, self-preservation, attachments.”

“Ah. So no coming back to the family fold then? Pity. I almost saw a reconciliation in your eyes the last time you saw Thor.”

“The chances of survival…A grain of sand in a maelstrom, a lone samurai against an army of thousands, a newborn child left to die on the side of a mountain.  All the usual tired, futile metaphors.”

“Well then. How do you see this ending?”

“Bloody and on fire. I have learned to appreciate flames.”

“Survivors?”

“Less than a handful, more than one.”

“When do you start?”

“Oh my joyful torturer, I began when I imprisoned Odin. I play the long game. Hundreds of years, perhaps more. Whatever I fancy.”

“Or as long as you can stand it.”

“Playing the All-Father, keeping up the pretense. Utterly mindless at times. We will see. Have you ever tried one of Borghild’s apples?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Yes, you have. Yggdrasil taught me how to compartmentalize. You navigate the world differently when your disparate parts experience the world…it’s not important. There are some side effects unfortunately. I may have lost a few years—possibly a decade with Thanos. The pieces I excised to survive won’t be missed. Probably.”

“Loki. Is there nothing that you love? No one--?"

“ENOUGH!”

He stands alone in the silent throne room. Looking between two pillars, one shattered at the top, the other whole. A view of Asgard beckons between them. Loki cannot hear his breath over the oppression. The light around him slithers away, until half the room is shadowed.

"What shall we do, my chuck? Shall we let it climb another day?"

"Yes. The impact is not great enough from where we will fall."

"On we go, as long as it ends--"

"Blood."

"Fire."

When the doors to the throne room open the light has resumed its casual place.

Comments

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caffienekitty
Aug. 7th, 2014 03:26 am (UTC)
Oh yes. Yes indeed.
ciaranbochna
Aug. 7th, 2014 03:35 am (UTC)
Some days, absolutely. Glad it helped a little.

Edited at 2014-08-07 03:38 am (UTC)
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