This chapter is dedicated to Jane Foster x
It's been so many weeks since I was left with the Avengers, and I haven't heard from Loki since the one letter he sent. The little kitten, (which I learned is a boy so I named him Tom) has already noticeably grown since he was given to me.
I woke up with my head dully throbbing this morning, which triggered panic that I kept to myself.
I groggily stare at the table, a mug with coffee inside in my hand, when someone slides in beside me. Because of the headache and how tired I am, I don't bother to look up.
"Something wrong?" The person asks. I glance up to Bruce, who has lowered his newspaper down in worry.
"No not really." I shake my head. I think for a second, then look at him again.
"Actually, yes. I'm lonely and I miss Loki." I vent.
"Makes sense. I miss Isobel." He admits, nodding. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Who's Isobel?" I question, suddenly curious.
"My fiancé, actually." He awkwardly taps his hands on the table and I smile.
"I didn't know you had one. Can I meet her?" I persist.
"Sure." He shrugs, and the ghost of a smile appears on his face. I cough and take a sip of my coffee, not sure of what else to say. I really like Bruce, but we always seem to run out of things to talk about when we're around each other.
"About Loki-" he blurts, then shakes his head at himself.
"Keep going." I encourage. The people here have said many terrible things about Loki, with so much venom and hatred in their voices, but I just choose to ignore it.
"He'll come back for you." His words surprise me, and I look up to look him right in the eyes again.
"You think so?" My words are a little shaky, because the chance of him abandoning me here to stay away from danger or to be with another girl secretly terrified me.
"He's not the type to give up on what he believes in." he gets up and puts his cup and plate in the sink, then puts his paper on the counter. He gives me one last nod before retreating out of the room, leaving me alone once more.
His words really hit home.
I look at my hands once more and ponder. Suddenly, a red light flashes over the wall, and a loud wailing sound fills my ears.
I leap up from my seat and glance around the room. I see Clint sprinting past the door.
"What's going on?" I yell.
"Someone's terrorizing the city." He heaves. Not long after, Steve is also running past.
"Can I come with?" I question. He gives me a funny look.
"Of course not! What would the point of keeping you safe be if we took you out into danger?" He scolds in a brotherly tone. I roll my eyes. There's no way he's stopping me this time. I miss way too much action. Besides, I can take care of myself. I won't get hurt.
I wait until Natasha passes, and then I silently follow, knowing I wouldn't make it through the twists and turns of the building on my own.
Natasha boards a plane that I'm sure carries each of the rest of them, and I leap on just before they can close the door. Carefully, I slide behind a stack of important looking boxes and take a breather.
"What's the matter?" I hear Tony's voice. There's long enough pause for someone to shake their head.
"It's no one you'd expect." Coulson sighs. There are a few taps and beeps, before I hear what sounds like a familiar deep, angry voice and loud smashes. I can't help but look to take a glimpse, only to see-
Thor destroying a small town in a sandy desert. Is this the place in New Mexico he told me about so fondly? What the hell happened?
"Hey!" Someone calls, and I realize immediately that I've been caught. I awkwardly blush and waggle my fingers.
"Hi guys." I greet.
"I thought I told you this would be too dangerous." Steve approaches, his arms crossed.
"I don't like being holed up in the same place all the time. I feel like Rapunzel." I argue. Everyone else either smiles or laughs. Steve throws up his arms, frustrated.
"I don't ever get those references." He drops back into his seat, and I get up from where I've been sitting.
"We're just about there." Coulson announces. Everyone gets up and adjusts what they're wearing, and grab their various weapons. The ship lands with a thud, and I get up to follow after the group.
"Stay." Steve orders, putting his hand out to stop me. I groan and plop down next to Coulson.
"They'll have no idea you left in about 30 seconds." He whispers. I turn to him and grin.
"Thanks." I breath, before pushing out of my seat and stepping out of the ship.
I already hear loud smashing, and a thunderstorm is brewing up ahead. I sprint towards the little town, occasionally glancing from side to side to assure my safety.
Just as I reach main street, Thor takes down an entire building.
The other Avengers try to reason with him, hoping they won't have to injure their companion. I would try to help, but I know that as soon as I do, Steve will force me back onto the ship. So, I stay put.
Imagine everyone's surprise when, just as Steve has risen his shield, ready to strike, something slams into the ground from the sky in front of him.
It takes a minute for the dust to settle, but as soon as it does, my heart stops in my chest.
Loki.
I do everything in my power to keep myself from screaming and throwing my arms around him, so I cross my arms extremely tight and bite my lip.
"I swear to the gods that I don't plan to harm any of you." Loki raises his hands in surrender. No one lowers their weapons, but Loki chooses not to notice, instead turning to Thor.
"Brother!" Loki yells. Thor doesn't flinch, but strikes his hammer down on the ground with a grunt.
"I choose to have no quarrel with you, Loki." His voice rumbles.
"Thor, you need to stop smashing everything and tell me what's wrong." Loki states calmly. Thor turns and looks at him, then turns away and slams his hammer down again. Loki jumps forward, putting his hand on his brother's bicep.
"Tho- uh!" Thor slams his hammer into Loki's stomach, sending him flying. I gasp, then dig my fingers into the dirt. Don't reveal yourself, don't reveal yourself.
As soon as Thor realizes what he's done, Mjolnir falls to the ground, and he rushes to his side.
"Brother, are you alright?" He worries.
"I should be asking the same to you." Loki responds, sitting up with a groan.
With a loud, uncharacteristic whimper, Thor falls into Loki's arms, and the group is astonished to see tears tumbling down his face.
"What is it, brother?" Loki asks quietly.
"J-Jane." Thor stutters.
"Jane Foster?" Loki continues.
"She was killed, by a man named Atlas." Thor spits out, followed by louder sobs. Silence envelopes everyone else, and Loki carefully watches Thor cry.
"Before she died, she mentioned that Atlas was searching for someone." Thor chokes.
"Who?"
"Fair Olivia."
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GUYS I'M BACK
I ALSO HAPPENED TO EXPERIENCE THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE AND I miss my show choir fam and best friends so much :,(
Btw I actually do love Jane, I just wanted her to die because I have something else planned for Thor.
I'll update more this week, I'm sorry you had to wait so long!
I appreciate your guy's votes and comments!
Qotc: none today:(
Enjoy!
-k xxx