Valhalla || A Loki Fanfic

Chapter 1

He's pissed, mourning, angry. Angry at Thanos, angry at the nine realms, and angry at the Norns for giving him this fate. Not that I can blame him. I'm pretty pissed at the Norns too. He's trying to hold it together in front of the idiots, but it's only a matter of time before he crumbles.

"The entire time I knew Thanos he only ever had one goal," Gamora says, who still has yet to tell Thor that she's actually the daughter of Thanos.

Thor says nothing, still sipping on his soup. I wrap my arm around his shoulder, my hand passing right through as if he is an illusion. I squeeze my eyes shut, secretly wishing there was something I could do to comfort him.

"To bring balance to the universe by wiping out half of all life," she finishes, leaning up against the window.

"He used to kill people planet by planet, massacre by massacre," she seems different now. The way she speaks of Thanos, disgusted by his actions. No longer blind to his true nature.

"Including my own," the weird, shirtless, gray man says, loss and guilt in his voice.

"If he gets all six infinity stones he can do it with the snap of his fingers like this," she snaps her own fingers.

I shudder at my own memories of the infinity stones, none of the encounters going particularly well.

Thor says nothing for a moment, he hasn't said much of anything really, very unlike the witless oaf he usually is. "You seem to know a great deal about Thanos,"

Observant, are you?

The gray man speaks first, "This is the daughter of Thanos,"

Invade Terra, seize the Tesseract by any means, and take it back to me.

And why should I do that?

If you do, you will earn a respectable place among my children.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Thor abruptly standing, marching over to the Titan's daughter with a murderous look in his eyes. "Your father killed my brother,"

And tortured, we can't forget about the torture.

"Oh boy," the raccoon sighs, his grip tightening on the gun he has wrapped around his tiny body.

The knock-off Thor steps forward, "Stepfather, technically. She hates him as much as you do,"

Thor pays them no attention, coming face-to-face with Gamora, I wince for a second, unsure if he is about to smite her. Not that I would complain, but it would be quite messy, plus, she probably had helpful insight on the Mad Titan.

"Families can be tough," he says finally, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Before my father died he told me I had a half-sister that he imprisoned in Hel. Then she returned home and stabbed me in the eye so I had to kill her. That's life though, isn't it? Round and round, I feel your pain,"

You're late.

You're missing an eye.

When did Thor get so wise all of a sudden? Wasn't it just a century ago that I had been helping his drunk hyde hide from Mother?