Chapter Text
Gone.
The only person he had ever loved.
They weren't coming back, and it was his fault.
Why had he let them go?
Why were they driving him to insanity?
They would be the death of him.
And they were gone.
--------
It was a brilliant idea if you were honest with yourself. Fool proof, structured, and infinitely more devious than anything you'd dreamt up before.
Or that's what you had thought.
In fact, the plan had many loopholes that needed fixing, but it's not as if any of your 'followers' told you that, oh no. Why should they? They assumed you were clever beyond reason, and no one dared tell you what to do. They all thought that you were an evil, sadistic psychopath. Maybe you were. If you were, how could people blame you? Especially after the upbringing you were subjected to.
Your earliest memory was of your mother having a diaphragmatic attack before being stabbed in the back of the neck by your abusive father, who just happened to be a goddamn Frost Giant.
That was important to your plan, the Frost Giant relations.
All you had needed was transport into Asgard and an army of massive blue beasts that could turn anything to ice- and wouldn't try to kill you. Frost Giants it was then.
***
You stretched your arms and checked your alarm clock, which read 9:54. Shit. You had overslept and still had to be ready by 10:30.
'Oh crap...' You muttered, swinging your legs out from under the crisp, white sheet. 'Crap, crap, cRAP' *cue exotic dance*
Pulling on a pair of messily patched jeans and a plain black t-shirt, you looked in the mirror at yourself.
Your (length) hair was messy and sticking out of place, with blue roots showing on your scalp. Your top was on inside out and your eyes were still half closed. The skin on your cheek was blotched with pink against your (pale/tan/dark) skin from where you had slept. In short, you looked like a disgruntled wreck.
Hastily making yourself look slightly more presentable, you shoved your hands in your jeans pocket and analysed yourself. Not too suspicious, you thought to yourself, before checking the time again.
10:07
You quickly pulled on a pair of battered Converse and jogged out of the hotel room you had stayed in that night. It was cheap and full of couples that wanted to *ahem* get to know each other after a drunken night at some unnamed, sleazy bar. The corridors smelt vaguely of stale sweat and something else which you didn't quite recognise, but was equally as unpleasant. The carpets were discoloured and fading, the walls riddled with patches of damp. No wonder the room had been so cheap, you scoffed.
As you made your way out of the place, you glanced around at the cars parked in the parking lot. Most of them had plush dice hanging from the mirror, slight dents on the bonnet, and empty beer cans strewn across the seats.
Pulling a disgusted face, you walk straight past the motors without a second glance, towards the road where you were going to be transported to Asgard.
Honestly, you didn't know how the Frost Giants were going to get you to Asgard without being spotted.
You hated the fact that you were partially human. A hybrid child, an abomination. Humans were all so ignorant and dull; completely oblivious to the reality around them. All they cared about was money, work and sex. It was shameful to think that you shared DNA with them.
You were a virgin, and you planned to stay like that. The idea of sexual intercourse was genuinely quite disturbing, and even though you were 907, you had shown no sign of interest in either man or woman, and you intended to keep it that way.
When you reached the road, you looked up into the clouds, searching for some sign as to how these beasts would take you up to Asgard.
Nothing happened apart from a drop of rain falling from the dark grey clouds and dropping onto your nose. More raindrops followed, soon becoming fairly rapid and drenching your (hair colour) hair. You gave an exasperated sigh, ignoring the raindrops dripping off your forehead and sat down on a nearby wall, which was slightly less exposed to the weather.
'Why today..?' you mused as the rain sheeted down before your eyes, dampening your optimistic and confident mood. Today was the day you were going to storm Asgard. Sit back, watch it burn; there could at least be a little bit of bloody sunshine.
Ten minutes went by when a thundering noise came from above and a flash of blue. You smirked and stood up, looking up towards the source of noise, shielding your eyes from the heavy pellets of rain.
'Step forward, (name)!' came a loud voice from above, belonging to a Frost Giant you couldn't recognise. You could hear them, you just couldn't see them.
You took a tentative step forward, scanning the sky for them. Suddenly, a beam of light shone down upon you, and you could just make out a large dark patch above the clouds in the shape of a ship. Rolling your eyes, you yelled up at the sky.
'Bit cliché, don't you think? Alien abduction?'
'Do not mock us, (name), or we shall not accompany you, but kill you instead.' A voice bellowed back, before your body was sucked up through the beam and through the air.
The sensation of being beamed onto their ship was profoundly uncomfortable, and you couldn't help but think back to the time that you watched Star Trek, thinking beam me up, Scotty. If only the crew of this ship were half as attractive. ((I mean come on Chris Pine... please;; ))
It only took you around 23 seconds to get to the ship; it was much higher and much bigger than you first anticipated. When you had your feet on solid substance once more, you checked around you to see what the ship looked like.
You couldn't help but chuckle. You were standing in an Asgardian ship.
'How in Hell did you get hold of a bloody Asgardian ship?' You exclaimed, in awe and disbelief of what they had done.
'You underestimate our power, (name).' Growled one of the beasts/monsters to your right.
'Well, naturally,' you confirmed, before changing the topic, in case they decided to kill you. 'I'm guessing it was you guys who made it rain.' The same giant that had spoken before nodded curtly.
All of a sudden the ship began to move at lightning speed.
'So, how exactly are you guys going to get us in without being spotted?' You interrogated, leaning against the edge of the ship.
'We don't. We took the precautions of an Asgardian ship to use so we would go unnoticed.' You furrowed your eyebrows but complied.
'You realise I'm trusting you, and if you fuck this up, I'm not being held responsible.' You snapped, before shoving your hands into your pocket and running over your plan one more time.
***
The journey didn't take long, and you were soon in Asgard, by some miracle. It was a wonder nobody got suspicious, but that wasn't particularly a bad thing.
The ship flew closely beside the Bifrost, shooting at the buildings in front of you, golden buildings bursting into flames. You smirked at the sound of the citizen's screams of despair; you were avenging your rights that were once taken away from you by Thor.
You wanted to sit back and watch Asgard burn. You didn't feel sorry for any 'innocent' people that got hurt in the process, they were none of your concern. All that mattered was getting revenge on that golden eyed dickhead.
One of the Frost Giants turned to you to speak, his face contorted with concern.
'You must help us, (name). We can't go into battle without you.'
'Yeah, sure, sure.' you muttered, dismissing his worry.
A couple of minutes went by, and you and your army had successfully damaged the Bifrost and burned down a litany of homes. Looking down on the realm, you watched the people suffer, not even flinching when you spotted a dying family crushed under rubble and debris or when you noticed a young toddler, wandering aimlessly with a smashed ankle, sobbing for his mother who was inevitably dead. Why should you care?
Your eyes began to widen when you noticed that the giants were steering away from the Asgardian Castle.
'Are you out of your goddamn minds? Go towards the castle, not away from it!' You yelled, smoke thickening in the air around you.
'But-'
'Do it!' The giant steering the ship narrowed his eyes at you, but he obliged warily. 'Shoot.' You commanded, your facial expression brutal.
Shots fired at the looming golden building as the ship zoomed towards it.
'Wait, how did you get the defence systems down? Don't they have a wacky force field?' You questioned.
'Easy enough.' The driver replied roughly, swerving around the towers and shooting from above, the building catching fire.
You were chuckling again at the screaming voices echoing from below you when your expression turned eerily sullen.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed about 15 other Asgardian ships flying towards yours, shooting at it.
'Oh fU-!' You screamed, ducking as you were nearly hit. The ship you were in began to tumble down through the air, crashing unceremoniously into buildings and debris. Your body was thrown about, your skin on your arms and face splitting, until you blacked out, your mind being plunged into darkness.
***
Your eyes fluttered open slowly, but you closed them again, blinded by the light. You blinked, adjusting to the light, and beginning to recognise your surroundings.
Standing over your body was no other than Thor, leaning into you and dragging you up by the bicep, harshly. To your left was Odin, battered and bruised and shaking slightly. You were being picked up and dragged through the bodies and rubble around you, and suddenly everything kicked in, your mind bursting to life.
'Let... Me... Go!' You exclaimed, punctuating every kick and punch you were making.
'(your full name), there is no way in this realm that I shall relieve you of this discomfort. You have committed mass homicide and shall be imprisoned for the remainder of your existence. So, I strongly advise that you stop struggling because there's nothing you can do.' Thor seethed, gripping firmer onto your arm. You squirmed in pain and began kicking again, screaming at them.
'You swine’s! I will be avenged!' Over and over again, until you had reached what seemed like the dungeons. The golden walls flickered with candlelight, and each individual cell had a force field around it, making it impossible for anything to penetrate them.
You were thrown into one and the force field was sealed, and without another word, Thor and Odin walked off.
'Shit...' You muttered, glancing around at your cell. There were a table, a chair and a small, white bed on the floor. There was no window, and the only view you had were the other prisoners, and still, then, you could only see three cells.
The furthest away from you was a cell containing some strange looking beasts, all of which you had never seen before and were all asleep.
The second furthest away held an elderly man who looked about 10,000 years old and had covered the walls in grey tally marks.
And finally, in the cell opposite yours, was a young looking Asgardian, with piercing green eyes and pitch black hair. He wore a long green cape and a golden helmet which looked like horns. His cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut yourself on and he was quite tall, and terribly attractive.
You might have even gone as far to say you... liked his looks.
The man noticed you looking and turned on his heel so he was facing you entirely, and bore into your own eyes with his burning gaze. He just stood there for about 5 minutes, just observing you, his eyes flicking over your entire body, until he smirked slightly and sat down, resting languidly against the wall.
You stepped forward so you were right against the force field, and made eye contact with him again.
'What did you do, then?' You called, examining your cut and bruised hands.
'Nothing to your concern, but we can settle on 'personal justice', I should think.' He replied, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
'I understand.' You muttered, barely audibly.
'No, you don't.' He snapped, glaring at you with a much less impressed expression than before.
'Yes... Yes, I really do.' You replied, and began the stare off yet again. His expression softened slightly, but he didn't smile like before. 'Do I at least get your name?' You asked, sitting down on the rickety table that you had been graciously provided with.
'My name is Loki, of Asgard. And yourself?'
'(your full name), of Midgard. Well... And.Jötunheim.' You replied, before standing up and walking to the back of your cell to examine your wounds.