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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Loki and the Minion

TITLE: Loki and the Minion

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter-3

AUTHOR: latent-thoughts ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki hiring you as his manager while he slowly takes over Midgard again. You are to manage his PR, his daily schedule, and you also are his guide to everything Midgardian. He doesn’t make it easy for you, though. He causes trouble, doesn’t listen to your advice very often, and in general, annoys and intimidates you. He is the God of Mischief after all, and you are the nearest target available to him. You suffer through his antics because he pays well and also, you don’t know what might befall you if you refuse him. He is kinda scary after all.

RATING: T for now, will definitely change later.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

A/N: I’m pretty sure no one even remembers this fic but I feel glad to be writing it again. Forgive the delay.

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“Several countries have called for an urgent UN meet in the aftermath of Loki’s return and declaration…”

“….meetings are being held by various establishment agencies over this new and unexpected development…”

“People are calling for the Avengers to strike, but it’s hardly an easy task, especially when he is incognito…”

“Loki has declared that he is here to help. Should we give him a chance?”

“In the released video Loki claims that he was brainwashed into attacking earth. Could there be truth to his words?”

“Contact with Asgard has not been established. It is difficult to discern the facts correctly.”

“Reports have been leaked of a statement by Thor which reveals him saying that Loki was, in fact, not himself during the attack of New York. This lends credence to Loki’s version of the events.”

‘Reports of a leak from SHIELD files reveals mistreatment of Loki…”

“Was Loki not allowed to tell his side of the story?”

“…is an unfair way to handle the situation, if indeed he is telling the truth…”

“Yes, but under whose influence was he?”

“…Asking the relevant question here—who compelled Loki to attack Earth?”

Loki sat regally in Elsa’s living room, occupying almost the whole of the three-seater sofa. He was listening to the news feeds quite intently, often telling her to switch channels.

She did as he ordered, now that he was her boss. Also, she was eager to see how he reacted to her handiwork, and hence, very keen to show him how the world was reacting to his recent public statement.

It hadn’t been easy. She had left her job at Stark’s in a hurry, citing very bullshit reasons for it. There really had been no time at all to prepare for the new job, with Loki wanting her to immediately come up with a good action plan towards mending his public image.

Though, she had wanted to tell him that simply being a good person and doing good things for others would do it… she hadn’t wanted to take the risk of getting fired this early in her stint.

The public image mending was something that he had been very particular about, and so, she used whatever was in her arsenal to deliver him the goods. That had required some bending backwards, but she had used her contacts in the media to deliver his message to them in the form of a video recording.

The recording had featured Loki looking quite repentant and also, like a victim of circumstances. Honestly, he had been so convincing in it that she had wondered if he had been a part of the royal drama club on Asgard.

“Your suggestion seems to have worked,” he remarked, giving her a shrewd look of contemplation.

“Yeah…” She pried her gaze from his, feeling self-conscious under his intense scrutiny.

“I knew I was making the right gamble with you. You shall help me greatly in my endeavor.”

She muted the TV and gave him her full attention. “What exactly is your endeavor?”

“Helping your pathetic race become less pathetic.”

Well, that wasn’t condescending at all…

“Do you, like, seriously want to help us?”

“Is that so hard to imagine?”

“No…” she backtracked, “I just… wonder how.”

“How I shall help?”

She nodded.

“I am well versed in all the manner of magic and technology of the nine realms. I have more knowledge than any of your mortal scholars of cosmos, science and the ilk.”

“Scientists you mean?”

He nodded. “I have delved into many fields of study, as well as performed fact resolution on topics which often invited strife.”

Elsa stared at him with the wonder of a new discovery. “So, you’re basically a nerd?”

Loki narrowed his eyes sharply, and she realized that she may have overstepped her boundaries.

“I’m a scholar, a warrior, a sorcerer, not to mention, an innovator and a strategist. I’m not sure your realm has a term to define me.”

She stared at him kind of disbelievingly. “I don’t know… I’ll have to look it up. Is everyone from Asgard like that… like you?”

Loki snorted at that, but still looked elegant doing it. ”No, not at all.”

She paid close attention to his face then. It seemed to hold a vulnerability to it then, that he usually didn’t possess.

“Is that why you were… kind of cast out? Like you said in your video?”

The nebulous vulnerable expression vanished from his face then, replaced by the usual menacing stare.

“I wasn’t cast out. I was betrayed,” he said evenly, and his tone suggested that she would do well to leave the matter alone then and there only.

“I see. Then you landed in the arms of the wrong people, right? That guy, Thanos…” She knew she was kind of poking the bear, but still… she was curious. And he had appeared to be in a merry mood.

“Arms would be an exaggeration of the highest order.” He turned his attention back to the TV. “But yes, I did explain it in my speech. The one you circulated.”

She nodded, instinctively realizing that he was not going to explain it further.

“If you want to talk about it—like, I know such a thing could be traumatic—then, I’m here to listen.” She wasn’t sure why she made that offer, but it seemed appropriate to do so.

Loki hummed in response but didn’t react otherwise.

Oh well, she tried.

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“What is the meaning of this?” Loki regarded the hoodie Elsa was holding out to him with pure disdain, not even touching it, let alone taking it from her.

“Just, please wear it. It’s very comfortable.”

Loki gave her a glare that had her wishing that she hadn’t suggested the little do-gooder jaunt. “I care not about comfort. I cannot look like a mortal beggar while on this errand.”

Elsa bit her lip as she tried not to make a snarky counter-argument about clothes and comfort. “It’s for blending into your environment. You cannot be obvious while doing this thing.”

He tilted his head, looking truly confused, not to mention, progressively more annoyed. “I thought that the point of this foolish endeavor was to make me look ‘good’? If no one is able to recognize me while I do it, then pray tell, what is the point of doing it at all?”

She sighed and put the hoodie on the armrest of the nearest chair. “Look, I promise you that you will be seen doing the good deeds. It’s just not going to be in a conventional way.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms. “Tell me about it.”

“I have a paparazzi agency on the hotline. They’re going to take your pictures as you help out the people.” She turned her phone on and showed him the number, lest he disbelieve her. “This way, it won’t look like you’re trying too hard to appear as good and rehabilitated to everyone. This would make people believe that you’re actually doing good deeds, but without seeking publicity for the same.”

Loki walked up to her with a slow but decidedly intimidating gait. She stepped back as he came closer.

He picked up the hoodie from the chair and brushed his thumb across its fabric. “That’s a very circuitous way of doing things.”

She shrugged, almost giving up on the whole thing now.

“Hmm, I like it,” he said, moving his gaze from the hoodie to Elsa again.

“The hoodie—I mean, the garment?”

“No, the manner in which you’re handling this task.”

“Oh.”

Well, that was unexpected. He was finally going to do it.

Elsa couldn’t help but release a long sigh of relief.

The sigh was, however, cut short as Loki started unbuttoning his formal shirt.

“Umm, what are you doing, Sir?”

“What does it look like?”

The shirt slipped off him gracefully, revealing a lean, muscled frame. Elsa just couldn’t help but stare at him, even though in the back of her mind she was scolding herself for it.

How unprofessional!

Loki slid the hoodie over his arms with ease, lifting his hair out from under it. “This is indeed quite soft.”

“Huh?” Elsa blinked a few times to get her bearings again.

Loki didn’t bother repeating. “Does this mechanism work in the same manner as the fastenings of pants?”

He raised the zipper ends of the hoodie to observe them closely, and at once, Elsa realized that he was wondering how to make the zipper work.

“Oh, you have to bring them together to attach them,” she said, approaching him a bit hesitantly. Getting so close to him made her so damn nervous.

As she took the ends from him, her fingers brushed against his, nearly sending her into a tizzy. Somehow, she persevered.

“You have to attach them like this.”

She tried to attach the damned zipper ends but her fingers were all trembling.

“Steady,” he murmured, grasping her wrists, a bit of humor in his tone. It did make them shake less.

Without daring to look up at him, she tried to attach the ends again. This time, she succeeded.

Hallelujah!

“Ah, so that’s how it is done,” he exclaimed, just as she started zipping up the hoodie carefully, trying her best not to touch his abdomen or chest.

“You usually wear it over the shirts or t-shirts,” she mumbled, finally daring to meet his eyes. “No need to take them off to wear it.”

“Duly noted.”

He was doing the snake impersonation again, and for a moment she wondered if his eyes might just turn serpentine. She squirmed under his gaze, finding it really hard to maintain eye contact with him.

“You need to let go of my wrists, Sir,” she managed to say, wiggling her fingers a bit.

He did let go, but not before giving her a lopsided smile, the meaning of which she couldn’t really decipher.

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Elsa rang the bell of the penthouse that Loki had somehow procured for himself without getting caught by the law or the Avengers yet.

She wasn’t going to question the things she didn’t understand here. Loki was a blackhole of such things, and it was better to remain at a safe distance.

When the door didn’t open immediately, she raised her hand to ring the doorbell again. However, before she could do it, the door opened.

She entered and looked behind the door, but no one was there. Apparently, there was some automatic door opening mechanism here. Or just a magical door opening mechanism… considering who resided here.

She shook her head and ignored it, going in search for her new boss instead.

“Umm… anyone here? Sir? Mr. Loki… of Asgard?” she called, and it suddenly struck her that she didn’t know his last name.

Well, Thor was Odinson… so by that logic, Loki must also have that last name. Right?

“Mr. Odinson?” she called, a little louder this time.

“That would be my brother, not me,” came the prompt reply from behind her.

She jumped in surprise and whipped around to see Loki standing in the middle of the expansive living room. He hadn’t been there when she came in.

His magic was indeed a thing that she wasn’t yet used to.

Taking a deep breath to calm her suddenly rocked nerves, she went up to him and handed him her tablet. “I thought you two were brothers? Brothers have the same last name, no?”

The thought that he was not on good terms with his brother came just a tad bit late to her, and now, it was too late to retract her question. She mentally slapped herself for not being more careful.

Thankfully, Loki didn’t react badly. He took the tablet from her, giving her a raised eyebrow. “I told you I’m adopted. And I’d rather be dead than be known by Odin’s name.”

She turned the tablet on, where a web portal was already open, showing him the media coverage of his ‘covert’ operation of helping out the homeless and the poor.

“Do you not have a last name, then?”

“I do.” He saw her use the touchscreen to scroll down and easily took over from her. “It’s Friggason.”

She noted the way he spoke that name almost reverentially. Curiosity coaxed her to ask more about it, but she tamped it down.

He wasn’t overtly acting so, but she could feel that he was tense. It was in his posture, and the almost unfeeling way he was scrolling through the news feed, with his eyes slightly unfocused.

He let out a sigh, grimacing at some of the negative coverage, she assumed. “You want to know what that name means.”

She bristled at being caught, but nodded anyway.

“I’ve taken my adoptive mother’s name for my last name. Frigga, queen of Asgard.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know why, but she found it extremely appealing. Perhaps it was appeasing the feminist in her.

“I know that most Midgardian cultures do not follow any such customs. Here the names follow the patronymic order.”

“I thought Asgard was like that as well.”

“It used to be. However, now it depends on the situation, and also, on the choice of the offspring. Though, this rule doesn’t apply to the royal family. I’m the exception here, as always,” he stated wryly, handing the tabled back to her.

“Things have changed here as well. Now, we can change our last name… if we want to, that is.”

He gave her a low grunt of approval, then stepped away, pushing his hands into the pockets of his dark formal pants. “You did well with the endeavor of repairing my image in the public eye.”

She perked up at the compliment. “It’s just the beginning, but I’m glad that we have received positive feedback. You will have to work on it still. I have a few jaunts planned already.”

“I see,” he replied tersely.

“Don’t be so bitter about it. I’ll handle it smoothly.”

“You are assuming too much.” He began pacing from one end of the room to the next, not bothering to even look at her. “There are other things on my mind, and they are of much more significance to me than repairing my public image.”

That took her by surprise. “Care to share?”

He gave her a sharp, disapproving look. “It’s not part of your services to me.”

It was clearly a convoluted way to say that it was none of her business. That really soured and deflated her happy, bouncy mood. She had been expecting some form of enthused approval from him, and that, she realized, was her inherent problem here. She had expected too much, too soon.

She looked down at her hands as he continued to pace. “Ok, umm… then I’d take my leave.”

“No.”

“No?” she squeaked in surprise, then cleared her throat to try it again. “No? I don’t understand.”

“This is a full-time service. You cannot just take your leave.” He halted the pacing for the time being and twisted his fingers in the air. With a green glow, a sheet of paper materialized in his hands. “I have prepared a list of things for you to do, to be completed within this week.”

Elsa approached him quietly and tried to take the sheet from him. He pulled it away at the very last moment, using his height to keep it out of her reach.

She looked at him bemusedly, wondering just what hell he was up to.

He looked down at her with that snake-like expression again, which immediately made her palms clammy. “If you don’t complete them within the stipulated time, there might be… punishments in store for you.”

“Punishments? What kind of punishments?” She wondered if he understood how ridiculous this whole thing sounded.

“I’ll be the one deciding on that.”

Elsa cleared her throat then, and tried to compose herself. “Sir, our contract didn’t talk about punishments. That’s not how services are given here on Earth.”

“No?” he asked, tilting his head. “What a dreary way to go about it.”

She mentally made a point to check her contract again. “Yes, well, it’s not slavery.”

“Don’t you receive cuts in your pay for any transgressions?”

He had her there. “Well, under certain circumstances—”

He cut her off before she could say more.

“Yes or no.”

She gave him a small nod, pursing her lips in displeasure.

“There it is, then. You will complete all these tasks for me within the given time, unless you want a cut in your pay.”

She nodded again, her mind already racing on how to best go about completing these tasks. The trouble was… she hadn’t even had a look at the list of things he had given her.

Loki hummed and handed her the list then, a wide grin stretching his lips (not unlike a shark). “Good girl. Now off you go.”

Elsa took a deep breath once she came out of the penthouse. It was only then that she gave the list a good look. He had written it by hand, as was evident with his typical, almost calligraphic handwriting.

Tasks for Elsa Trembley.

Time limit: A Midgardian Week.

Procure a set of communication devices for me, all of the ones that I’ve seen you use. They should be of the highest quality and they should be connected and safe for me to use.

Make a list of all the possible small term investment options available in this realm.

Prepare a brief note on all the economic and political dynamics of the realm.

Procure a decent set of books and media which cover the geography of the realm.

Prepare a brief note on this issue of ‘climate change’ that I keep seeing in the news every other day. I want to know everything about it.

Prepare a list of sweet treats which I can try here in New York. I’d like to order large portions.

Elsa’s eyes widened upon reading the list, and she could only mutter one word in reaction to it.

“Motherfucker!”

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aion-rsa · 5 years ago

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Who is Ms. Marvel? Explaining the Next MCU Star

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Kamala Khan will become part of the MCU with a Ms. Marvel TV series on Disney+. She's a perfect fit for the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

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A Ms. Marvel TV series is coming to streaming service Disney+, based on the Hugo-award winning and critically acclaimed comic book series of the same name. The first Muslim superhero to headline her own series for Marvel, Ms. Marvel has already made it to the small screen as part of the Marvel Rising animated series, but this will be her first foray into live action.

Created by writer G. Willow Wilson, editors Sana Amanat and Stephen Wacker, and artists Adrian Alphona and Jamie McKelvie, Ms. Marvel is Kamala Khan, a nerdy Muslim Pakistani-American teenager living in Jersey City who gained powers after coming into contact with Terrigen Mist. Descended from Inhumans, the mist unlocked her ability to shapeshift, like Daisy/Quake on Agents of SHIELD. The Inhumans have been a big part of Kamala’s comics story, with Lockjaw the teleporting dog helping her out, and Medusa the Inhuman Queen feeling more comfortable with Kamala than she does with others on Earth. Given that The Inhumans TV show was cancelled and derided by critics and fans, Ms. Marvel will likely only retain her inhumanity as far as her origin, or it could be left out altogether.

Ms. Marvel Powers and Abilities

Ms. Marvel is a polymorph. That means she can completely transform her body in any way she pleases. She can look like a specific person if she wants, although so far she’s only used that to look like Carol Danvers and her mother. Kamala is far too much of a goody-goody to go around impersonating people, especially since she’s experienced firsthand what it feels like when someone impersonates you and steals your voice. But it’s easy to see how this power could help the Avengers or be exploited, Loki-like, if Kamala were forced or some kind of body-snatching happened.

Most of the time, Ms. Marvel gets very big to take on literal big bads, or gets incredibly small (think sliding under a door or through a keyhole) to sneak into tight spaces and do recon. That puts her in good company with Ant-Man, although she doesn’t need any special tech for her transformations. She can also selectively change her shape and size radically, like “embiggening” just her fist.

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There is one major drawback to Ms. Marvel’s powers, which is her healing factor. When Kamala gets burnt out, she’s essentially stuck in whatever form and size she has at the moment until she recharges. If that happens mid-battle, she simply has to make the best of it. While she does have better healing abilities than the average person, she does take more hits than the rest of us do, and she needs to sleep it off after to heal. As a teenager sneaking out at night and needing to heal up after, she often finds herself sleeping through her alarm in the morning and falling asleep during class, much to the collective dismay of her parents and teachers.

The Captain Marvel and Ms. Marvel Connection

A few different people have held the title of Ms. Marvel, but the most important ones are Carol Danvers and Kamala Khan. A huge fan of comic books, the Avengers, and especially Captain Marvel herself, Kamala took up the mantle of Ms. Marvel since her personal hero Carol Danvers had already started going by Captain Marvel and no longer needed the name.

Captain Marvel has played a big role in Kamala Khan’s development as a hero from the beginning. When Kamala was sprayed with the Terrigen Mist, she had a very confusing experience of going into a cocoon and hearing a voice ask her what she wanted to be. Kamala answered, “Captain Marvel,” and when she burst out of her cocoon, that’s exactly who she was, which obviously freaked her out a little. After a minute or two she figured out that she didn’t get Freaky Friday’ed, she was a shapeshifter.

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More importantly, Kamala learned that she didn’t need to be someone else to help others. Jersey City doesn’t need Carol Danvers, it needs Kamala Khan. She returned to her own form and came up with her own costume, inspired by both Carol Danvers’s Ms. Marvel-era costume and the salwar khameez, as a tribute to both her culture and the person who inspired her to heroism.

Since then, Kamala and Carol have actually met and worked together, with Captain Marvel giving Ms. Marvel superheroic pointers. Carol gave Kamala a special locator token made out of both of their symbols (the Hala Star and the lightning bolt) so Kamala could reach Carol whenever she needed her. They became colleagues and even friends, with Kamala joining the Avengers.

Unfortunately, one of Kamala’s biggest moments of growth as a hero was when she had to defy Captain Marvel during Civil War II, when Carol was relying on a teenage Inhuman named Ulysses to predict the future, arresting people before they could commit crimes, which eventually it turned out they might not even commit. Turning her back on Captain Marvel was hard for Kamala, but she couldn’t turn her back on her community either and violate due process and other rights of her friends and neighbors.

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It’s unlikely the MCU will revisit Civil War II in this way, but you can bet Kamala and Carol will have a close mentor/mentee relationship, similar to Tony Stark and Peter Parker. It would be powerful if they can find a way to incorporate the story beats, issues of justice, and emotional heft of the Civil War II story line in another way, to demonstrate Kamala’s maturity and Carol’s blindspot when it comes to racial profiling and the shortcomings of law enforcement and communities of color.

How Will Ms. Marvel Fit in the MCU?

A few things to note for this television show, which has us pretty excited. First, it’s live action. That means we’re going to be getting some cool effects for Kamala’s powers. Second, it’s going to be written and run by Bisha K. Ali, a British comedian and screenwriter whose work you might have seen on Netflix’s Sex Education or Mindy Kaling’s television version of Four Weddings and a Funeral on Hulu. Both shows are coming of age dramas with a lot of comedy and fun to them, which is pitch-perfect for Kamala.

Finally, and this is a big one: as Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige promised back in May, Ms. Marvel is part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and is a Marvel Studios production. That means Kamala can be promoted to an Avengers movie as needed, and any number of her heroes can stop by Jersey City for a cameo to help out with a particularly tough villain, just like they do in the comics. Kamala is a fan first, so when Captain Marvel, Spider-Man, or anyone else stops by, she just about loses her noodles. And since there are new Marvel TV shows incoming with The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, WandaVision, Hawkeye, and Loki, there are bound to be some visitors. Hawkeye is meant to be training Kate Barton as his replacement and if she’s anything like her comic inspiration, a teen who is friends with Ms. Marvel, fans should expect Kate and Kamala to meet sooner rather than later. Ms. Marvel’s cameos seem to go best when her fangirling comes up against stern men who do their best to be unmoved by her boundless enthusiasm, so hopefully she’ll get to bug Falcon and Winter Soldier into begrudgingly loving her, too.

There’s no word yet on casting, but hopefully Disney will find a Pakistani-American who can bring Kamala’s goofy charm to life.

The rest of Kamala’s world is populated by her immediate family, including her somewhat conservative parents and devout brother Aamir, and her friends Bruno, Nakia, Mike, Zoe, and Josh. In Marvel Rising, she’s been seen as friends with Squirrel Girl, Quake, Spider-Gwen/Ghost-Spider, and other young heroes her age. Kamala tends to always be in diverse groups of young people on the rise. A big part of her identity is being part of the B-squad, a young and growing hero from a second-tier city. Even when she’s called up to the big leagues by major heroes, she tends to question it, much like Miles Morales in Into the Spider-Verse or Peter Parker in Spider-Man: Far From Home.

In the comics, Ms. Marvel has taken on gentrification and identity theft, Hydra and gerrymandering, multiple terrorist groups, and even a walking, talking evil cockatiel clone of Thomas Edison that preyed on teens with low self-esteem. She has worked with her hero Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel and became a member of the Avengers. She eventually ditched the Avengers alongside her pals Miles Morales, Amadeus Cho, and Vision’s daughter and formed The Champions so they could do the real neighborhood-level work that the supposed big damn heroes were forgetting about.