Title: Descent into Anger
Fandom: The Avengers, Thor
Characters/Pairings: Loki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~300
Summary: There was once a boy who fell from a bridge.
Notes/Warnings: Quite dark, this one. Written for a prompt in
comment_fic. Originally
here.
There was once a boy who fell from a bridge. All the way down, through the shining void and the echoing emptiness of the spaces between universes. He falls, and falls, and after an eternity, after the thought that surely there were no space left to fall to is the only thing filling his mind, still he keeps falling.
As he falls, he sees. He has seen many monsters, Loki, and defeated them too. But the worst monsters he had faced now seems like dust, tiny and hardly worth a moment's notice, compared to the ones that dwell in the darkness beneath the Bifrost's light.
There were things - hungry things, clawed things, lonely things - that had not stirred for eons, roused by this falling being dropping into their midst.
He does not remember what forms they took. His mind shies away from those too-bright memories, because only madness - terrible, incurable madness - lies in that direction. For there are some things no one is meant to see, not even him, with his mind as hard as flint.
When he lands, he lands angry, for how could he not? The only other path is madness, and that, he will not succumb to. So he gives in to his anger, gathers it close to his heart and his mind, a blazing shield against the madness that crowds around him, trying to worm their way in. His final defense.
Oh, this isn't the red-hot rage of Thor, that is quick to flare and just as quickly to be quenched. No, his is the cold, calculating anger, just a knife's edge away from insanity, that endures, and lingers always in the back of his mind.
An anger that would cling to power, with blood and teeth and fingernails, to any power that can keep him here, and not there. Never again there. No. He will pillage and plunder and murder, and he will die if need be, but he will not let there touch him again.