Falx: a Matter of Perspective - Chapter 1

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Loki sat still as a statue in his cage. He wasn't showing any form of live, as he was simply waiting. No matter the estimated time – he'd wait, for his life was endless anyway and waiting therefore did not bother him.
Mostly, it didn't bother him because everything was all going according to plan. Otherwise his sight would swirl around the glass and the machines behind it, menacingly finding a way out, his fingers twitching, just to keep them busy until he needed them to escape of this ridiculous place. But all was well and all he needed to do was wait. He breathed loudly and blinked slowly. It was his first movement in the last half hour. He then sat back and rested his back against the glass of his cage and smiled at the wild thought of trying to break the glass and really falling down all the kilometers. It would hurt, definitely. He'd also probably be knocked out temporarily. He laughed softly at his own thoughts. My mind really goes strange when I'm bored, he thought.

Bonk. He stood up, quick and elegant as a cat. His eyes were fixed on the roof of his cage where the sound had come from; his ears in highest state of concentration, suddenly aware of another being that had landed on that roof.
This particular being was genuinely best described as a being. It had a human-like body, but a topaz colored, scaled soft and flexible skin, with darker stripes on its back. Its legs were that of a lizard, a gecko perhaps. At least its hands and feet were; four fingers or toes on each that allowed her – for it was definitely a her, if it was of a gender in the first place – to climb up or down on any surface in any direction; on the floor, walls, ceilings or the Empire State Building. The latter strangely enough was not an option to her, as she suffered from fear of great heights. She also had a tail, thin and flexible, that kept on moving in a wave-like manner. She wore a white, simple but practical dress.

The being froze after she had landed on the roof. She hadn't planned to make any noise on her free fall, but her hunger had made her weak and clumsy. After she had decided that no one had even heard the sound – for Loki was silent as the grave – she moved on. She used all her four limbs, because she thought perhaps using only two would provoke even more accidental noise, and stayed low while she moved forward, her body as flexible and fast as that of a lizard. She stopped at the edge of the roof.
Loki had heard her steps, no matter how soft they had been. He still was a god. He stood one inch away from the glass, looking upwards curiously and amused, but also a bit suspiciously. He had no idea of what had landed on that roof and perhaps it had the intent on messing up his plans. Not that he feared any creature, but the disadvantage of his cage now occurred to him as something that stood in his way, instead of being part of the plan.
The lizard girl looked around her. She had never been in this room before. She had kept herself away from anyone, somewhere in the air refreshing system of the ship, for she didn't want to cause any trouble – and she knew that people would make trouble if it wasn't there already when they saw her. But she had now become too hungry to stay in there – she had to get herself some food and then she'd return, without hurting anyone or getting into trouble in any other way. Little did she know she was standing on top of the cage that contained the God of Mischief and Other Trouble.

She saw that she was obviously standing on some sort of closed space, made of glass and illuminated from within. Would there be anyone inside? She didn't want to take the risk. Instead, she looked around the room and thought of a way to get to the door and concluded grumpily that it would have been better if she had stayed higher up. She used her long tail to climb back up again and jumped her way through the room. She was almost at the door, when someone else opened it. She froze and clasped to the pipe she was sitting on at the moment. A young woman with red hair entered the room. She was very pretty and she looked very – cool. The lizard girl's eyes followed her every movement, meanwhile slowly moving towards the closest wall. Loki made no intent on stopping his search for the unknown source of sound – maybe he hadn't noticed the woman coming in yet. His face was still filled with amused curiosity and hidden concern. But that changed when the woman came too close to be unnoticed.

'There's not many people that can sneak up on me,' he said, his eyes slowly turning her way, masking his search for the girl.
'But you figured I'd come,' Natasha Romanoff answered.
'After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate.' he said. He was good at acting innocent, the girl thought.
'I want to know what you did to agent Barton.' Romanoff stated. Her feet were standing apart a little; she looked impressive, certainly in that catsuit. But Loki was not easily impressed, certainly not by a mortal. He grinned. It was an empty grin, a contraction between particular muscles, nothing more.
'I'd say I've expanded his mind,' he answered as he proudly raised his head. She snorted. Softly, though. It wasn't real, it was just as fake as Loki's grin. But in this case, she was trying to convince herself, and Loki wasn't trying to convince anyone – he was just so used to lying he didn't even notice it anymore.
'And once you've won… Once you're king of the mountain – what happens to his mind?' she asked. He grinned again. This time, it seemed much more real. He was genuinely amused.
'Is this love, agent Romanoff?'
'Love is for children. I owe him a debt,' she responded quickly. Loki's eyebrows raised.
'Tell me,' he almost breathed. First a mysterious thump on the roof, now some nice chit-chat about Romanoff's past… This day is getting more exciting by the minute, Loki thought.
'Before I worked for SHIELD, I… Well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skillset. I didn't care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me, he made a different call.' she answered. Her strong mask was giving away slightly when she spoke. No one would have seen it, but of course, the trickster god is not to be tricked. He saw it and of course, he would use it.
'And what will you do if I vow to spare him?' he almost whispered. His way of speaking was intense now, almost passionate, his eyes looking straight into hers. He was closing out the rest of the world in this conversation with his eyes. Of course he knew how much more people were prepared to do when they had the feeling no one could hear nor see them. It was just him and her now. But not for real. First of all, of course, they had company. The lizard girl still sat frozen to her pipe, almost glued against the wall. Second, Natasha Romanoff was not easily corrupted or enchanted.
'Not let you out,' she stated simply.
'Ah, no… But I like this. Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?' Loki said. He had to be careful and perhaps he could lure her into a trap. Of course, he had no hope of completely ruling her – she was too well-trained for that – but perhaps if he could have even one of her fine toes in his net… And even if it didn't work, he could still have a bit of fun.
'Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that – I'm Russian. Or at least, I was.' she said. The lizard girl snickered softly, but then clasped her hand to her mouth. Another stupid action – he already knows you're here, and you start laughing, she thought to herself. Loki had heard it, of course. But he had a wonderful poker face.
'And what are you now?' he said. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, his eyes fixed to hers. He was very good at this. Not only had he now (tried to) lock out the outside world, he also lured her towards him, poisonously, but desirably. He gave her a hard time. But she was good.
'It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.'
Loki smiled inside. He had her now. Or at least, he would have, if she wasn't so annoyingly good. Now he had to tear her down, make himself bigger, so that the victim would crawl towards him as the one who has seen his sins, the one who could cure.
'Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakoff's daughter? Sao Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer. Pathetic! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away.' It worked. He saw it. Oh, how he was enjoying himself. One more push.
'I won't barter Barton! Not until I make him kill you. Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear. And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams I'll split his skull!' Natasha turned away. Her shoulders were raised and tense. Her back was in a curve and her head was hanging forward. Now connect this to her other weak spot – her hope to get Barton back, Loki thought.
'This is my bargain, you mewling quim!' he snapped and he was pleased to see the effect. She was weeping a little. I'm so good at this, he thought to himself.
'You're a monster,' she said. Her voice was broken. Inside, he laughed his Asgardian posterior off, but of course, his poker face wasn't giving away. He loved doing this.
'Oh no, you brought the monster,' he said. He smiled broadly now. He couldn't help it and at this stage, a grin wasn't that bad. He waited for a response. It was of the most unexpected kind. She turned around, her back straight again, her head up, no tears. Her face was a flat, emotionless cover.
'So, Banner? That's your play?' she asked him flatly. Everything in Loki's mind just crashed. Everything was going so well, what on Asgard was happening right now?
'What?' he brought out. She took it as a confirmation and turned her attention to her earpiece.
'Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Set the door locked.' she said. She then walked away with large steps that couldn't completely hide her pride. Right in front of the door, she turned to the stunned Loki once more.
'Thank you for your cooperation,' she said softly. The trickster god had been tricked.
An Avengers fanfiction.


The story takes off straight from the movie. Loki has been captured and he seems not to mind, leaving the Avengers frustrated. But then someone else enters, someone nobody could predict, and changes everything.
Mainly focusses on Loki and a character of my own :)
NO SLASHES (I think): no Frostiron, or Thunderfrost, or whatever. Nope. Noooo.

Chapter 2: [link]


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SpookiePrincess's avatar
Nice, nice.

Ik hou van jou schrijf stijl. Je beschrijft alles heel goed waardoor het goed te begrijpen is en makkelijk is om mee te leven met de persoon op dat moment.

Geweldig, ga er mee door. En van mijn kleine nichtje kan ik nog eens wat leren, misschien kunnen we er eens samen voor zitten en kun je me een paar handige tips op papier geven en wat dingen aanpassen in mijn verhalen.

Terwijl jij dat zou doen bewonder ik jou verhalen/fanfics etc :D En natuurlijk als ik een tip heb dan geef ik die met genoege. Maar de tips zijn bij jou nog niet zo zeer nodig :D