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This was a stupid idea.
Granted, all of their ideas were stupid, but this one really took the pie, or insert correct Midgardian saying.
Loki was currently running through the halls of the Avengers Tower, trying not to get caught by the many superheroes who lived there.
They had, somehow, escaped from the jail cell inside of the Tower. They tried not to remember the incident that placed them there, their failed attempt to take over Midgard.
“Stop right there Loki!” Iron Man shouted from further down the hall.
It wasn’t like Loki was going to listen to the Man of Iron, so they kept bolting down the hallways. They would have teleported out of the Tower by now, teleported halfway across the world, but there was just one problem with that plan.
Loki hadn’t eaten, slept, or drank anything in weeks? Months? They had no idea. But without the proper nourishment, all Loki could do was illusions and shape shifting.
They had sent a few illusions of themself off when they first escaped the white room they put them in, but that only caused the heroes to split up, each taking one of the fake Lokis.
The real Loki quickly turned the corner and opened the first door that they came to, shutting it behind them. They then turned themself into a black mouse, hiding deep into the mess of the room.
They tried to calm their heartbeat down when they heard Stark go past the room and down the hall. Sadly, their little mouse heart beat was going 20 miles per hour.
Calm down Loki, the chided themself, take a deep breath and figure out what to do next.
They did as they told themself to do, inhaling and exhaling until the pounding in their chest settled to the normal beat.
What to do now? I can’t stay here, the mad titan will surely find me if I stay in one place too long, and who knows what he’ll do to me.
Loki tried to stop the unpleasant memories of their time on the Mad Titans ship, but the sound of bones breaking and the stench of their own blood flooded their senses as the hidden scars along their back began to itch.
As much as I want to leave this place behind and go literally anywhere else, I don’t have enough energy to teleport, and I don’t even know where to go, it’s not like I have any allies.
Loki’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Fuck! They made sure that they were still in their mouse form before burying themself deeper into the mess of the room.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it Nat, I’ll go searching for Loki soon okay? I just gotta get my extra arrows, I my last ones up fighting the chitauri.”
Loki knew that voice belonged to Clint Barton, one of their mind puppets a few weeks ago.
“How can you even find anything in this mess?” A female voice said. Loki recognized it as Natasha Romanoff, a Shield agent who interrogated them on the Helicarrier.
Loki heard sounds of shuffling, then an ‘a-ha!’ from the doorway.
“I have a system Nat,” Barton said to the red head, “One that I alone know.”
Romanoff rolled her eyes, Loki knew she did, “Yeah, well you need a new system.”
“Whatever Nat, let’s just find Reindeer Games and put him back in his cell.” There was a pause. “Great know in copying Stark.”
Loki heard the door close. After a few seconds of silence, they poked their head out of their hiding place. Great they’re gone. Now what?
They scurried across the floor until they reached the door. They shifted back into their Asgardian form and stepped back into the hallway.
First off, find the dining hall, or whatever they call it here. I can’t do much on an empty stomach, then afterward, I’ll find a hidden place to sleep.
Loki stretched out their bones as they walked the empty hallways. Shapeshifting, although easy magic, always made their bones cramp afterwards.
It wasn’t too long until Loki reached a door with a picture of a man walking up a flight of stairs.
I’m assuming behind this door are the stairs, Loki thought, maybe there could be a map in the stairwell.
Loki opened the door and stepped through it. Behind the door was a large winding staircase that seemed to stretch forever in either direction.
‘You know this is a bad idea Laufeyson,’ They heard Odins voice in their head, ‘why did you even escape? You should just give up yourself to the heroes, maybe they will show you monster some mercy.’
Wonderful. Ever since they had come into contact with the mind stone, Loki had been hearing Odins patronizing voice. It could be worse, Loki thought as he started to speak walk up the stairs, I mean, I could start seeing him again.
‘And I spoke to soon,’ they thought as they saw Odins form materialize in front of them. They walked past their hallucination of the man they thought was their father, but the figment just kept talking.
‘No wonder you’re not my son, I means seriously? You thought you could conquer Midgard? And rule it? You’re just a filthy Jotun.’
Loki turned to their hallucination, rage boiling up inside of them, “It was my birthright to rule!”
“Your birthright was to die as a child!” Odin screamed back at them, “you thought you could be king? You thought you could be anything but a frost giant? Laufeys son? You are will only be that. A tiny Jotun, abandoned by its own people, left to die in a temple.” The Odin stood straighter, “You will never be my son. You were never mine.”
Loki could feel the tears threatening to fall, but they wouldn’t let them, “Of course I’m not your son, and I’m not Friggas son, or Thors brother. Im not an Asgardian prince, either.” They turned around, refusing to look back at the man who lied to them for centuries, “and I will forever remember that.”
They continued their journey up in silence. Odin didn’t speak, so Loki assumed that the hallucination disappeared.
Their legs were beginning to give out by the time the my heard voices. They quickly moved to the wall, hoping that no one saw them.
“Do you see anything in those cameras of yours friend Stark?” They heard their brothers voice say. Greta, just the person I wanted to see. They thought sarcastically.
“Let’s see,” they heard Stark reply,” so here’s me chasing him, and then he comes turns the corner, when I lost sight of him. But if we look at this camera,” there was a pause in Starks speech,” we can see that Loki goes into the first door he finds, which was Clint’s room.”
“Hold on!” Loki heard the archer yell from behind the door. “You’re telling me that the greasy weasel was in my room?”
It wasn’t like I wanted to be there. Loki thought.
“What was that?” He heard Captain Rogers say on the other side of the door. “It sounds like someone’s in the stairwell.”
Fuck! Loki thought for the fifth time that day, as they turned and bolted down the stairs.
‘Do I need to sew those lips shut again?’ They heard Odins mirage say behind them.
“Shut up,” Loki muttered under their breath.
“Brother!” Thor shouted from upstairs, “Stop!”
To the Thunderer’s surprise, the pale form did stop, and looked at the blond man.
“I’m not your brother. I never was.” Loki looked away from the oaf and continued their speedy descent down the stairs.
Loki barely made it five steps before a grey blob came barreling at them, knocking the pseudo-Asgardian backwards.
They screamed in pain when their back and head collided with the metal steps. Their vision clouded and they saw a form above them before they passed out.