#i love it when games explode mortality and immortality and how loving forever actually isn’t a good thing

[xavalav]

“Sorry if you don’t care” well I DO. (Please tell me about your video games)

finn. finn im gripping your shoulders and shaking you. finn the curse of immortality. everlasting life and no escape from it and feeling the pain of death but not being able to truly die. i’m going to eat drywall.

[the-shipping-machine]

Ignored

Summary: Everyone’s always looking for a cure for mortality. Everyone wants to live forever. But for Joe Schemo, immortality is a curse.

Warnings: Might include hints of self-harm and some bad language 

Do you know what it feels like to be immortal? To be able to live forever, to be unable to be killed or harmed?

Fucking terrible.

Joe hated it when people say they wish they could live forever, or stay young forever. They were imbeciles and naive in his eyes. They all thought it’s fun and games, not realizing the pain and costs. 

Joe had to watch people he loved being born and die. Friends...family...lovers... They all come and go. Yet, it’s not the only reason he hated his immortality.

He was invincible. Well, not to the eye, of course. He looks like a normal person. The problem was that people ignored him. He could say one thing and they’d hear something that is completely unrelated to what he said. 

He was suffering. He wanted to scream, to vent, but felt like his words would fall on deaf ears. He tried to do bad things to himself in order to feel pain, but with no success. No matter how many needles he used, not even one drop of blood came out. No matter how tall an object was, no bones were broken after the fall.

One day, he was captured by some organization. “SCP” they called themselves. He was surprised that some people finally noticed him. He didn’t care about the prison they put him at. 

“If they caught me, they might be able to listen to me.” he thought.

He got his hopes way too high. 

They didn’t. Just like other mortals, they’ve heard things he didn’t say.

He began to despise the place. His cold lonely cell, the security guards, doctor Loyd...

That day, he discovered other abilities.  He can hack every electronic device with only one thought. He could read every file the organization had, even the most restricted data they have. He could control everything in that base...

It was perfect.

They nuked the goddamn base.

Joe can remember the loud alarm, the bright red lights, the panic... then he remembers the explosion.

He remembers the feeling of floating, and when he opened his eyes he saw people he once knew- the lovers he had, the kids that used to call him their father... They were all looking at him.

“Am I finally dead?” he asked them with a hopeful smile.

All they said was one word. One painful, breaking word-

“No.”

He remembers how his smile turned into a scream as he felt like something pulls him back.

And then he woke up.

Eyes teared up as he screamed in agony. He was still alive. He was still alive after a nuclear bomb exploded. If that didn’t kill him... then what will?

He got up, scanned the area. So many dead bodies and disoriented shapes. They didn’t make it. They didn’t make it and he did, and he fucking hated it.

He knew the rest of the organization would find him alive, so he decided to start running. He just ran as far as his legs could go. 

He has reached a pub in some town. Alcohol... That would possibly cheer him up a little. 

“Oh, come on, dude!” he heard a voice coming from a man near the bar. “I’m at the legal age to drink!”

“You look like a twelve-year-old.” The bartender responded.

The man let out a slur in a foreign language, Joe thinks it’s Russian, and left. The man stopped when he saw Joe, or rather, the outfit he wore with the SCP symbol.

“SCP...” the man said, looking at Joe. “Thought I was the only one to escape this place.”

Joe looked at the man, surprised. The man had dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, wearing Adidas outfit and a trapper hat. His skin was pale and filled with freckles.

“You’re also an SCP?” Joe asked.

“Let’s not talk about it here.” the man said. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Joe asked. 

“Somewhere these guys won’t catch us.” the man said. 

Joe realized he had a point. He wore the SCP outfit and came over there a few hours after an entire SCP base got nuked. He decided to go with the man.

The two of them reached a caravan. The man pulled out his key and opened the door, inviting Joe inside.

“Welcome to my place.” the man said, taking a bottle of Vodka out of a cabin as Joe sat on the sofa. “The name’s Mr. Mad.”

Joe recognized that name from one of the files he read.

“Mr. Mad as in SCP-2428,” Joe said. “You’re a safe object, made by Dr. Wondertainment. You can cause hallucinations, or maybe you’re the hallucination yourself. ” 

“Wow, I’m not even going to ask how do you know that stuff.” Mr. Mad said with a smile. “And you are...?”

“Joe. Joe Schemo.” Joe introduced himself. “Just caused the site to get nuked.”

“Heard that explosion. How did you survive?” Mr. Mad asked.

“I can’t be harmed or killed.” Joe said. “It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“Why?” Mr. Mad asked as he sat next to him. 

“I mean, not only that I have to watch everyone I love die, but it’s also that people ignore me or hear things I don’t say,” Joe said. “I bet that even you heard something else right now.”

“Unless that something else than the fact that people hear things didn't say,  then no.” Mr. Mad said.

“You... You can actually listen.” Joe said in shock.

“Not entirely human, my guy.” Mad responded and handed the bottle over to him. “Vodka?”

“Maybe later.” Joe said, and then returned to the conversation. “Anyways... now I ain’t got nowhere to go.”

“Well,” Mr. Mad said. “You can live here with me.”

“What?” Joe asked.

“I mean, come on, we’re both escaping the SCP,” Mad said. “We gotta help each other.”

“You really mean it?” Joe asked. 

“I mean, yeah. This house is pretty much mobile so we can move whenever they get close.” Mad said. “Plus, I can get this vibe from you that you’re scared of getting close to people because they die. I’m not really a human so natural death isn’t a thing for me. And I’ve been dying for a roomie.”

Joe pulled him into a hug. He didn’t know how to thank him for his kindness and for the fact he can actually listen. He tried to fight the tears as he simply laid his head on Mad’s shoulder.

“Uh, I’m gonna take this as a sign that you’re gonna live here.” Mad said, slowly hugging him back.

Joe was no longer ignored.

[starscreamloki]

When Witches are Thieves and Tricksters are Saviors, all will fall

Chapter Five - All will fall

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Imagine: You’re an immortal witch who was cast out of Asgard and kept in a cell in another realm where you couldn’t escape nor hurt anybody. When Loki learned about you, he was instantly curious and did all the research necessary to find you. He also learned that you were unstoppable when you used to possess the mind stone. Loki started to pay you very interesting visits, where he actually developed a sort of fascination and loyalty to you, to the point where he actually plotted to break you out, get the stone from Vision and give it to you so you could join forces and do the unimaginable together.

Warnings: none

Words: 5146

A/N: So, this is the last chapter of this story, and therefore a little bit long, but I think you won't mind. I'm warning you though, this story does not have a happy ending but neither a really sad one (imo).

Thank you all for sticking with me. I very much enjoyed writing this and there will be more work to come, but this story is at an end. For now…

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Do you believe in true love? In destiny?

I have loved, more than once, and I’ve lost them all, seeing them die in front of my own eyes.

I’ve seen them die of old age; something that will never be granted to me. I’ve seen my lovers got taken away from me, tortured and killed while I stood idly by, not able to save them.

True love only comes once in a thousand lifetimes, and they took her from me. I lost her in the most horrible way you can imagine and I will never see her again. Never hold her again, never touch her again. I’ll never see her smile or hear her laughter again.

I will never forget her.

Whenever I close my eyes, I see her face and it comforts me. She meant the world to me, she enriched and changed my life. When I close my eyes memories cut like a knife.

I got to a point so low where I couldn’t take it anymore and all I wanted was the sweet salvation of death so I could be with her again. It doesn’t matter who you are, or how powerful you are, when true love is taken from you, and you are left alone, not a power in the universe can save you or mend your shattered heart.

I tried to take my own life, and I succeeded and failed at the same time. My soul left my body, but a bargain with the Keeper of Death isn’t one you can escape for it is the last place to go. Thus my soul got send back to my body and I breathed once more.

I tried to deceive the Guardian of Eternal Rest, tried to kill myself again, over and over, but to no avail. And each time I died I had to live through the pain I inflicted upon myself. After a while and multiple deaths, even to a point where I tried to destroy my body whole, I understood that my attempts were futile as I lived each and every time again. Eventually I ceased my attempts and consented with my horrible faith. I wouldn’t be able to die in any way as long as the Keeper of Death had claim over my soul. Not until I had fulfilled my bargain.

One could marvel at the reason why I took on the bargain in the first place, but such is the way of dealing with deities that are beyond your comparison. Had I known that I would find true love, that she would be taken away from me and that I didn’t want to live anymore, I wouldn’t have accepted the deal. But I had been naive, blind to the repercussions that one day would befall me, and I had acted with arrogance and a mortared heart that she so carefully had healed, only to have it shattered again with her passing.

My reason to bargain with Death itself was one of selfish need. But after all this time, the reason and the agreement have lost their meaning. If I could go back in time I would stop myself from my rush action. I would berate myself. But I know myself, and I do not take commands from anyone, not even myself. I would not have listened and I would have been stubborn. Because I would rather try it and fall- fall hard, and get back up again just to spit in the face of destiny.

The deal got me my father back after I killed him. The reason I wanted him back was so I could hurt him again, could make him pay again for what he had done. The dark side of the coin however was that I couldn’t die, but neither could he, and we would be bound to live forever, trapped in an endless cycle. All I had to do was torment him each time he lived just for the pleasure of the Guardian of Eternal Rest itself.

I got what I wanted.

Immortality.

But I see it now.

It may seem like a blessing, but it is the purest and most violent form of a curse.

***

Alarms sounded at the Avengers compound as a portal opened on the helicopter platform.

Morganna was the first one to step out of the portal followed by Loki who dragged the half conscious body of Vision behind him. Vision took a half attempt to fight Loki off, but he hadn’t the strength and one rough shake from the God of Lies send pangs of pain through his skull, making him think twice to do so again.

“Well. Where are they then?” Morganna asked a little bit disappointed.

“Give them a few minutes,” Loki sighed. “These mortals aren’t as fast to their defences as Asgard is. It might take them-” Loki’s words were cut off as an energy blast would’ve hit him hadn’t Morganna put up a shield to protect them.

“Keep paying attention, Little Trickster. Or it will be your downfall,” Morganna laughed.

Loki gave her a look of annoyance and then focused his attention on Stark who was hovering in the air. The doors leading to the platform opened and Wanda, Barton and Natasha stepped outside.

“I’m so done with this guy,” Barton muttered as he immediately set an arrow flying towards Loki, but it bounded of Morganna’s shield.

“You not alone,” Natasha sighed.

“VIS!” Wanda screamed in distress as she saw Vision limply hang in Loki’s hands. “What have you done to him?” Tears brimmed her eyes.

Loki looked at the prisoner in his hands as if he had almost forgotten about Vision and then smiled back at Wanda. “Well, I’d say I have released his mind,” Loki said mockingly while his eyes shortly wandered to Natasha’s who caught the reference.

Wanda started to walk towards Loki and Morganna, but Natasha grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her. “Don’t be foolish,” she berated her.

If looks could have killed, Natasha would’ve surely been dead by the way Wanda looked at her. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Loki!” Tony called while still hovering in the air. Loki’s had snapped up. “What is it you want this time? Or are you here to get captured again?”

Loki scoffed. “I’m here to make you kneel and pledge your allegiance to me. Us,” he added the latter as he received a warning glare from Morganna.

“Not gonna happen, Reindeer Games,” and Tony send of another offensive which bounded of the shield.

Morganna laughed wickedly at his futile attempt. “Loki darling, please tell me they have got more than these meager powers,” Morganna purred. “Otherwise our work will be quickly done here.”

Loki shrugged and let go of Vision who thumped to the floor with a groan.

“Okay Avengers. I’m done with this guy and I don’t know who the bitch beside him is, but I’m done with her as well. Fire away!” and Tony send of multiple blasts while flying around them.

Barton took his cue and forfeited shooting his normal arrows, immediately grabbing the ones with heads that would make the arrows explode, and firing them at Morganna and Loki.

“No! Stop!” Wanda screamed. “You might hurt Vis.” But her words were lost in the sounds of explosions. With an angry look she broke into a run, red magic swirling around her fingers as her gaze was fixed upon Vision.

Loki and Morganna looked unfazed as the assaults of the Avengers bounded of their shield and an amused smile formed on Morganna’s lips.

“I’m wondering where the bea-” Loki started as a loud roar split the air. “There he is,” he said annoyed at the second interruption within mere minutes as the Hulk crashed down upon their shield and with a loud thud bounded off it.

The Avengers did not relent their assaults on them and with his thumb and index finger Loki massaged the bridge of his nose trying to rub away an upcoming headache. He wondered briefly how short sighted they would be before they would realize they couldn’t penetrate the shield.

Loki looked down as he saw Vision crawling to the edge of the shield, trying to escape. Loki grabbed him in the neck and pushed him down, making him lie flat on his stomach. “You are not going anywhere,” he hissed in his ear and Loki looked at Morganna. “He is yours,” he casually said and when he looked back he was eye to eye with Wanda. An evil grin spread across his face.

Morganna worked her magic and soon Vision was wrapped in it as he was lifted into the air, a yellow aura radiating from him.

“Say goodbye,” Loki said to Wanda and Visions screams filled the air making The Avengers stopping their attacks. Each of them watched in awe as Yellow magic swirled around Vision, entering his nose, ears, mouth and even his eyes, and took hold of him. When all the magic had entered Vision he fell from the air and landed hard on the concrete floor.

“VIS!” Wanda screamed and ran to him. When she reached him his eyes were closed, but the gaping hole on his forehead was healed and he looked like himself. “Vis,” she said while kneeling next to him, her voice wavering. “Don’t-” her words caught in her throat as the tears ran down her cheeks. Carefully she reached out to him and laid a hand on his face. “Please-”

Suddenly Visions eyes shot open and with an inhuman speed he grabbed Wanda by the throat. He propped himself up on his elbow and pulled Wanda’s face close to his, looking her in the eye. Fear crept into Wanda’s heart as she looked into Visions bright yellow eyes and couldn’t see any form of him recognizing her in his stare.

“Bring her to me,” Morganna commanded. Vision got up, still holding Wanda, and dragging her to the Witch. Wanda tried to struggle, but Visions grip was like iron around her throat and she could not pull away from him.

“BARTON!” Tony yelled.

“I can’t get a clear shot without hitting her!”

“Don’t aim for Loki or the bitch, aim for Vision!” Tony screamed in distress.

With a roar the Hulk barreled into Vision who lost his grip on Wanda, making him fly across the platform and Vision landed hard on his back.

Wanda was on the floor on all fours, coughing and trying to regain her bearings but before she could fully recover Loki was upon her, grabbed her by her hair and yanked her towards Morganna. Wanda summoned her magic but Loki casually parrayed her attempts with his own magic and dumped her at Morganna’s feet, that wicked smile still plastered across his face.

Within mere seconds Wanda was wrapped in the golden magic as well and when Morganna was done, Wanda’s yellow eyes settled on Barton.

“Who is next?” Morganna asked amused.

***

I don’t know their names, neither do I care.

I took control of the green beast after I instructed the red-haired girl to go after the archer. When I was done with the beast, the other followed suit, falling to my mind control one by one.

The Man of Iron proved to be a little bit more difficult as I had to strip away his metal afore I could reach inside his head, but once I had cracked his shell his mind belonged to me.

I didn’t understand how these meager creatures had once been able to defeat Loki. On the other hand had I once rampaged through his mind and I had seen the memory of his fight with these mortals. I hadn’t been sure then, for it had been a brief moment, but I had felt something akin to restraint from Loki’s side. Now looking upon this battle and Loki’s reaction to the green monster, I was sure of the feeling.

Carefully I reached out to his mind trying to probe to see what he was feeling, but I was met by a wall of indifference and he glared at me.

“Don’t,” he said.

His word wasn’t a command, nor was it a plea, a question or a threat. Just the simple statement that I needn’t to know what was going on in his mind and that he was on my side. I gave him a quick smile.

Was Loki truly on my side?

***

“What do you want to do with them?” Morganna asked while The Avengers kneeled around them. “Shall we kill them?” The eagerness in Morganna’s voice send shivers down Loki’s spine.

“No,” Loki said casually as he walked between The Avengers, circling them while half lost in thought. He walked past Tony, grabbed his chin to make him look up to the God of Lies. Tony’s yellow eyes just stared blankly at Loki, awaiting his next command. Loki briefly considered throwing him of the roof, just for good measure. This time his suit wouldn’t catch him and he would surely fall to his demise like he should’ve some years ago.

But Loki forfeited the thought. Even though Loki held no love for Tony, murdering him would be beneath him. He’d rather have his thralls kneeling instead of dead.

Loki let go of Tony and looked at Morganna. “We will not take their lives.”

Morganna gave a little pout but quickly covered it up with a dashing smile. “Is there any other way they can be of use?”

Loki seemed to think on that. The Avengers were strong and thus they must be useful in some way. And since they’d soon be trying to take over Asgard, it would be convenient to have them alive and kicking… Literally. “Let’s take them to Asgard.”

Morganna raised an eyebrow at that. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked wonderingly. “They do not need to face Asgardian justice or something. Just let them rot in their own little world!” She almost spat the last words. “Let them take over Midgard in our name, we don’t need to get our hands dirty.” A wicked smile on her lips.

Loki let out a hiss through his teeth. “Midgard will fall easy and quick with them doing our fighting.” A smile played on his lips. “However Midgard will be ours once we take over Asgard, and I’d rather use them to take over Asgard and have them die there - if that inconvenience will occur - then here on the meager realm of Midgard. If they are going to spill blood, let it not be in vain for a meager realm like this.”

“You want to take over Asgard first and then Midgard?”

“I want you to have your revenge afore we take any other realm actually,” Loki almost whispered.

Morganna rocketed back on her heels at his remark. “You are putting my desire in front of yours? Even after you were the one to seek me out, visit me, even set me free? Even though I haven’t given you your immortality yet? Why?” Morganna advanced threateningly towards Loki.

“Who says it is only your desire to subjugate Asgard?” Loki countered.

Morganna raised an eyebrow at his snippy remark. “Why do you want to subjugate Asgard? What have they done to you that this makes it your quarrel as well?”

Loki narrowed his eyes as he fixed her with a glare.

“I have seen it, yes. But I like to hear it from your lips,” she said matching his stare.

A sudden rage boiled within Loki while he thought about all that the house of Odin had done to him. They had withheld his true heritage from him, told him to ‘know his place’ one too many times, they had overlooked, teased and underestimated him, and on top of that, he didn’t like his lips got sewn shut for a meager lie.

“If you have seen it, then I wouldn’t need to tell you, for words aren’t enough to explain,” he said in a tone that the subject of the conversation was over.

Morganna and Loki locked stares and a battle of wills erupted between them. In the end it was Morganna who gave in what a court nod. “Very well.”

Loki sighed inwardly with relief. He would be able to match the Witch in a fight, or he kept telling himself that, but he didn’t want to. He was also quite relieved she didn’t rummage through his mind again, just to get answers, or just because she could.

“Well then, Little Trickster. If you’d be so kind to open a portal to Asgard so we can get to business…” and Morganna held out her hand, the mind gem placed in her palm.

Loki looked at her outstretched hand and then in her green eyes which were set ablaze with desire to get revenge. The fire in her eyes affected him, for a wicked, wide toothed grin spread across Loki’s face and he closed his hand around hers, tearing open a portal to Asgard.

***

As Loki and I, and our thralls, stepped out of the portal onto the grounds of Asgard, mixed feelings washed over me. Asgard felt familiar, inviting, homely, but at the same time it felt hostile, rejecting and the Realm reminded me of my exile.

I stole a look at Loki from the corner of my eye, and I saw he was feeling the same too. Unwanted, unloved, rejected and yet no other place to run or where we could hide. A feeling of guilt ricocheted my heart, the feeling fleeting, but nonetheless it had been there.

If only I hadn’t-

I got pulled from my thoughts as the faithful gatekeeper Heimdall immediately approached us, two dozen Einherjar in his wake.

“Loki!” He didn’t shout for his dark and low voice, filled with caution, rolled through the air and making him perfectly hearable. “I warned you not to bring the Witch.”

“I didn’t need the Bifrost to enter this realm, therefore your earlier threat is meaningless, Gatekeeper,” I heard Loki taunt.

I raised an eyebrow at the God of Lies.

“He said that the Bifrost would remain closed to me should I try to return with you by my side,” Loki sighed the explanation casually and rolling his eyes afterward.

“I know what I said, but bringing her here is an act of war,” Heimdall countered and this time it was me who rolled eyes.

With a thought I send the Avengers at the Einherjar and Heimdall. It was at this point I realized Heimdall was stalling for back up, but mostly I was done with talking and waiting. I wanted the revenge- MY revenge, where I had been waiting for for so long.

The Einherjar proved no match for the Avengers, and soon they were all either dying or dead, and Heimdall was dragged in front of my feet by the Man in Iron.

The last time I had seen Heimdall he had opened the Bifrost to Muspelheim to my solitary confinement, and rage overtook me. I manipulated the Mind Stone and send waves of agony through Heimdall’s mind. I laughed at his screams that split the air and I reveled in it, taken by anger, taken by the delighted feeling of revenge. How I had waited for this moment!

I was staring at Heimdall who was writhing on the ground in agony when I felt a hand on my wrist. I looked up and saw Loki look at me. “That’s enough,” he said in a warmer tone than one might expect.

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed in anger and utter astonishment. “Don’t tell me you are feeling sorry for this man? Don’t tell me you don’t want him dead at your feet! You want to take away my moment of revenge? You want-”

Loki placed a single finger on my lips. I should be offended, even outraged, by his insolent move but a shimmer in his eyes held me in check not to unleash my wrath on him for his impudent gesture.

“It would be so much more… fun-,” he emphasized the word, “-to have Heimdall stand against Odin instead of having him dead at your feet.” His fingers trailed of my lip and the corner of his mouth was crooked upward in half a smile. “Think about it.”

A predatory grin spread across his face as he saw the shimmer in my eyes.

***

It hadn't been long before more Einherjar had arrived trying to take down the Witch and the Trickster, but all of them had failed and lay either dead, or subjugated, at their feet.

Loki wiped his dagger across the throat of an Einherjar, killing the man instantly, and looked for his next target, but to his dismal, there were none left.

Suddenly the sky became darker, thunder crackling through heavy clouds that formed high up in the air. Loki sighed. “Here comes the Golden Boy,” he muttered and walked to stand next to Morganna.

Thor came flying through the sky and landed in front of them, anger blazing in his eyes. “BROTHER!” he shouted.

Before Loki could answer him Thor rushed forward, Mjolnir in hand ready to hit him. Thor hit the shield that protected Loki and Morganna hard, and small cracks started to appear across its surface.

Morganna moved her hands and yellow magic flowed to Thor, entering his mouth and nose.

With a certain uneasiness Loki watched as his brother got wrapped in magic while he tried to fight it. It took a while before the Witch had breached the God's mind, for it was far stronger than that of a human or any of that kind, and when Morganna was done, Thor landed on the ground, his eyes yellow with the magic that enthralled him.

Suddenly Thor fell to his knees, grabbed his head and started to scream in agony, crashing to the floor. Loki looked at Morganna who was staring intently at the God of Thunder, rage in her eyes, her hands and fingers moving to steer her magic.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked as he looked at Thor writhing on the ground.

“Making him pay for what he has done,” she answered cruelly.

“What do you mean?” Loki responded shocked to her answer. “He wasn't the one who locked you in that cell!” Loki sometimes hated his brother, quite often actually, and he wasn't his brother of course, but he didn't deserve this.

“He is a son of Odin, and thus he will pay as well,” she said merciless and slowly turned her hand which was contorted in a claw-like manner and Thor screamed louder, still grabbing at his head.

Loki was shocked and at that point realised that in her eyes, in her rage, he was a son of Odin as well. “Cease this,” Loki commanded her emotionless. Morganna ignored him and continued to inflict pain upon Thor, caught in her anger and taste of revenge. Loki grabbed her wrist. “Cease this. Now!” he said stern, anger in his eyes.

Morganna pulled her arm free and backhanded Loki across the cheek. “Know your place, Trickster,” she spat venomously at him and focused on Thor again.

It was at this point that Loki could no longer bear to hear his brothers screams. It didn't matter that they didn't share blood, it didn't matter that they had fought in the past or that harsh words had been said between them, Thor didn't deserve this and Loki would no longer let his brother be tortured in front of his eyes.

Without thinking Loki approached the Witch, grabbed her hand in which she held the mind stone, and called to his magic. Loki didn't know what exactly he was doing and where he was steering his magic, but he felt the magic from the Mind Stone and attacked it relentlessly with his.

Morganna reacted shocked at his blatant attack and fought back. A battle of wills between the two of them erupted; the Mind Stone caught in the middle being its epicenter and feeding them. Suddenly an ear deafening sound split the air, shattering eardrums of everyone standing nearby.

Loki could feel how something grabbed his mind and dragged him into a maelstrom of colors and magic, blinding him and eventually engulfing him completely.

With a bright flash of yellow and green the world around him disappeared in front of his eyes.

***

I felt my mind being pulled into the Mind Stone along with Loki’s.

Yellow magic flowed around me and was all I could see. That, and I felt the presence of Loki.

“TRICKSTER!” In my mind I screamed out at him. “Who do you think you are?”

His reply was steady and calm. “The God of Lies.” I felt him snicker.

The seething rage that had been living in a dark pit in my stomach found its way out and filled my veins and mind. “This time you have crossed a line, Little Prince. And you will die for it!” Slowly I started to push my mind’s will towards him, trying to catch him, hurt him… Kill him!

I felt how he put up a resistance but I laughed maniacally at him. We both knew that was futile. I would capture him and then I would bring him to his knees, hard, and for so long, that the last thing he would learn before I would tear his mind asunder, was his place!

***

Loki looked around but saw nothing but yellow. He couldn't see the Witch but he could hear her calling out his name in rage.

After he had answered her question he paid her no more heed. Instead he started to search and probe around, looking for a way to free Thor from his torment. He expanded his mind’s eye to see if he could feel another presence than the darkness that was the Witch.

But opening his mind made him vulnerable to her and he felt her lash out at him, a searing pain penetrated his mind, rendering him unable to continue his search.

Quickly he closed his mind but she had latched onto him and wouldn't let go. Instead of fighting her, or trying to defend against it, Loki accepted the battering. He collected the pain, bundled it even though it became even worse with that, and used it to focus on his search.

Dizzy with agony his mind started to cloud but he had to push on. He would not relent!

Suddenly he found what he was looking for, and even with his mind in a haze and filled with pangs of pain, he treated towards it.

Once Morganna figured out what he was aiming for, she stopped her torture and instead started to attack his memory.

Loki saw, and felt, how once happy memories turned into painful and dark ones, and it left him gasping at the unpleasant feeling of it. It wasn't painful, not in the slightest, but it felt as with each memory she turned he lost a little of himself, of who he was and what had made him.

Luckily he had a lot of memories she had to scour through, for a thousand years of memories is a lot. He pushed her and her havoc to the back of his mind and continued his quest.

When he reached his destiny she had turned many memories of him and her and he could no longer remember who he fought. He heard someone tell him to stop but something in his gut told him not to.

He looked at the scene that unfolded in front of his eyes. Saw the golden chains that were wrapped around Thor and Heimdall. He saw how the restraints tried to crush their minds while pulling tight, and Loki could feel their fear.

Loki could not remember why this was happening or what he was doing, he acted pure on instinct and grabbed the chains that held his brother and the Gatekeeper in their confinement. He called upon his magic, willing the chains to break and at that moment the world crashed around him, swallowing him in darkness.

***

That filthy Trickster!

I never should have listened to him. I should've enslaved him when I had the chance.

But why am I surprised? Hadn't I learned by now? Hadn't I learned from the past? What had made me think I could trust him this time? That he wouldn't abandon me? Turn on me? How could I have been so blind?

How could I have been so blind to the love which he has for Thor? He had been willing to lay his life down for the God of Thunder, and he almost had!

But once again, the story of my life, I had lost sight of those who belong to me when I'm reveling in power, and for the third time in my life it was Odin who intervened and brought me down.

Damn him into Helheim for all eternity! By the Norns, may his death be painful and slowly for all he has inflicted upon me.

And on Loki…

***

“For setting the witch free-” Odin spoke to Loki. “-you will be punished.” His words held no emotion as he looked down upon his adopted son.

“What of her?” Loki asked boldly, very concerned about Morganna’s faith. He wasn’t sure why he was so concerned for her, he hardly knew who she was, but something tugged at his heart.

“She will receive punishment as well, although it will vastly differ from yours.”

Loki looked at Morganna who seethed in anger. But once Odin spoke his verdict for the both of them, her face dropped to one filled with fear.

She screamed, she trashed but above all, she begged. Begged not to do this to her, to Loki, but the Allfather’s words were binding and there was nothing she or Loki could do.

The last words she spoke wreaked havoc in Loki's mind. Memories he once had, or never even knew he had, flooded back to him with those words. They would forever haunt him, hurt him and scar him. He would never be able to escape her words until the end of days, Ragnarok, would be upon him while he was dragged of to a cave, bound, and not only forever tormented by the venom of a snake, but her words as well.

As Loki got dragged away in chains, Odin executed Morganna’s penance while she whispered her lasts words that were meant for him, and only him.

***

It were the last words I ever spoke and the last word would forever burn on my tongue. But I would never know why my tongue would forever burn, for my mind was stripped from the ability to think.

And thus I curled around the earth and bit my own tail to soothe the ever present blisters on my tongue.

***

“I am sorry…”

***

“…Father.”

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A/N: Yes, this definitely became a crossover between the Marvel universe and the Norse mythology and is riddled with inconsistencies, but hey, that’s what AU’s are for. I’m not quite sure what time this fanfic has been set, but I guess somewhere between Thor the Dark World and Ragnarok. Frigga and Odin are both alive in this story because I needed them alive and because I started out with writing according to Norse Mythology even though The Avengers didn’t fit that picture. I'm sorry but I'm not sorry.

For all of you who already had figured out that Morganna was actually Jörmungandr, kudos! For all of you who are currently baffled, I hope you enjoyed this plot twist.

Lastly, I'm sorry for treating Loki this way. Not necessarily a happy ending but I could’ve done worse.

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