Mother's Two Good Eyes Easter Egg
Title: Mother’s Two Good Eyes
Author: Celesteennui
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: Follows the end of The Avengers movie
Pairing/Characters: Mainly Loki and Frigga with appearances by Odin and Thor
Rating: PG13
Summary: She IS his mother. Blood didn’t make her that, or duty, or any of Odin’s schemes; fate did. He was hers from the second he that cried and no matter what path he takes, he’s still her little boy. Always and forever. Snapshots of Frigga and Loki through the years. A companion piece to Greatest Creations and second in the Invictus series.
Disclaimer: Marvel (and Disney) own it all; I'm not making any money.
Loki's eyes close in a tiny room beneath the palace archives, to the chanting of ancient words, and the worried faces of his mother, Odin, and Thor. They open to a seamless expanse of black where one of the few men he remembers killing stands patiently, as if he was expected.
"Interesting form of therapy your people have," the man says clasping his hands idly in front of him. Loki can't tell if his smile is saccharine or sincere, which, given his titles, is quite impressive.
"The prophet," Loki murmurs. "Fitting I suppose, to deal with you first. If I tell you that you were right, do I get to move on?"
The man chuckles. "I don't know about all that. Actually, I don't know a lot of things. And if it's all the same to you, nice as 'prophet' sounds, I prefer, Phil." He cocks his head to the side. "Actually, just Coulson works. Wouldn't want things to get too weird for you down the line."
"And that is supposed to mean what, exactly?" he asks.
Coulson holds up both hands. "Sorry, Prince Charming, can't tell you that one. Folks on this side don't do spoilers. You're lucky enough that they're letting me play cosmic guru."
It's with bitterness and guilt that Loki restrains himself from swatting the other man like a bug. Instead, he settles for a curt, "What?" All things considered, it's great progress, really.
Amusement plays over Coulson's face. "Sorry, I'll water that down for you." He clears his throat. "My name is Phillip Coulson, you should call me Coulson. I will be your spiritual guide on the coming and oh so rocky road to redemption. Please, try and curb your rampant irrationality without being a complete and utter ass in the process. It'll help you a lot once you're awake."
Again, Loki impresses himself with his restraint-though it's quite trying on his nerves. "Awake? What are you-I just entered the Sleep. I have just begun."
"Well, actually…you haven't," Coulson says. "See, time doesn't work quite the same here. This nice little chat we've had? Almost eighteen years back in your normal plane of existence."
That revelation surprises Loki more than anything else so far has. His jaw actually drops and he doesn't even mind the laugh it draws from Coulson. Before his wits come back and he can demand answers, a bright light tears the blackness asunder and Loki can feel himself being pulled away.
"And that's your cue," Coulson says, no shortage of smug superiority in his voice. "See you soon, Prince Charming."
And that's all Loki has before his eyes open back in the chamber he entered the Sleep in. With five very big exceptions.
Two females, three males. One of the females and two of the males appear to be just shy of their majority, the other two are bridging on puberty. They have to be mortals; they have the wide eyes and scent of the short-lived. Plus they're dressed like Midgardians and only Earthlings wear those idiotic "hoodie" things.
"Holy, fucksticks, Phil, you woke him up," the young male whispers.
The older female-Phil (Loki sees Coulson's smirk in his mind's eye)-rolls her eyes. "Oh bullshit! Just because he looks like a robot doesn't mean he's voice activated. Right?" She looks at him as she says that last sentence, as if she's demanding an answer.
Loki has the feeling that he is very soon going to be wishing himself back to unconsciousness.
Author: Celesteennui
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: Follows the end of The Avengers movie
Pairing/Characters: Mainly Loki and Frigga with appearances by Odin and Thor
Rating: PG13
Summary: She IS his mother. Blood didn’t make her that, or duty, or any of Odin’s schemes; fate did. He was hers from the second he that cried and no matter what path he takes, he’s still her little boy. Always and forever. Snapshots of Frigga and Loki through the years. A companion piece to Greatest Creations and second in the Invictus series.
Disclaimer: Marvel (and Disney) own it all; I'm not making any money.
Loki's eyes close in a tiny room beneath the palace archives, to the chanting of ancient words, and the worried faces of his mother, Odin, and Thor. They open to a seamless expanse of black where one of the few men he remembers killing stands patiently, as if he was expected.
"Interesting form of therapy your people have," the man says clasping his hands idly in front of him. Loki can't tell if his smile is saccharine or sincere, which, given his titles, is quite impressive.
"The prophet," Loki murmurs. "Fitting I suppose, to deal with you first. If I tell you that you were right, do I get to move on?"
The man chuckles. "I don't know about all that. Actually, I don't know a lot of things. And if it's all the same to you, nice as 'prophet' sounds, I prefer, Phil." He cocks his head to the side. "Actually, just Coulson works. Wouldn't want things to get too weird for you down the line."
"And that is supposed to mean what, exactly?" he asks.
Coulson holds up both hands. "Sorry, Prince Charming, can't tell you that one. Folks on this side don't do spoilers. You're lucky enough that they're letting me play cosmic guru."
It's with bitterness and guilt that Loki restrains himself from swatting the other man like a bug. Instead, he settles for a curt, "What?" All things considered, it's great progress, really.
Amusement plays over Coulson's face. "Sorry, I'll water that down for you." He clears his throat. "My name is Phillip Coulson, you should call me Coulson. I will be your spiritual guide on the coming and oh so rocky road to redemption. Please, try and curb your rampant irrationality without being a complete and utter ass in the process. It'll help you a lot once you're awake."
Again, Loki impresses himself with his restraint-though it's quite trying on his nerves. "Awake? What are you-I just entered the Sleep. I have just begun."
"Well, actually…you haven't," Coulson says. "See, time doesn't work quite the same here. This nice little chat we've had? Almost eighteen years back in your normal plane of existence."
That revelation surprises Loki more than anything else so far has. His jaw actually drops and he doesn't even mind the laugh it draws from Coulson. Before his wits come back and he can demand answers, a bright light tears the blackness asunder and Loki can feel himself being pulled away.
"And that's your cue," Coulson says, no shortage of smug superiority in his voice. "See you soon, Prince Charming."
And that's all Loki has before his eyes open back in the chamber he entered the Sleep in. With five very big exceptions.
Two females, three males. One of the females and two of the males appear to be just shy of their majority, the other two are bridging on puberty. They have to be mortals; they have the wide eyes and scent of the short-lived. Plus they're dressed like Midgardians and only Earthlings wear those idiotic "hoodie" things.
"Holy, fucksticks, Phil, you woke him up," the young male whispers.
The older female-Phil (Loki sees Coulson's smirk in his mind's eye)-rolls her eyes. "Oh bullshit! Just because he looks like a robot doesn't mean he's voice activated. Right?" She looks at him as she says that last sentence, as if she's demanding an answer.
Loki has the feeling that he is very soon going to be wishing himself back to unconsciousness.