No Longer in the Shadows (Arrival, OTA)
"He's not my father!" Loki shouted as he turned away from the wall of his cell to face Frigga.
"And am I not your mother?" the Queen of Asgard asked quietly, undisturbed.
It took Loki a long moment to answer. Gathering the will to answer how he wanted, rather than what his heart felt. "No, you are not." It came out softer than he'd intended, less firm.
Frigga shook her head slightly and smiled to mask her pain. "Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself." She held her hands out to him.
Loki knew he couldn't win this debate. Not now, not ever. Pursing his lips against words that would tell her the truth of his feelings, he touched her hands, dispelling his mother's illusion. The sadness in her eyes told him she knew anyway.
His lips pressed firmly together, he closed his eyes, anticipating the next several thousand years as a prisoner.
When Loki opened them again, he found himself in an entirely different cell. Rather than the golden wall of power, there were bars. The sourceless lighting had been replaced by flourescent tubes, and the stout Asgardians in their armor had all been replaced by a rather pudgy (npc) cop, staring at him through the bars.
"The quality of the watch has rather fallen off, hasn't it?" Loki asked him rhetorically.
Loki's clothing changed to armor and the raven-haired man simply walked through the bars and began wrecking the place.
The cop drew his pistol, but Loki ignored him completely and shouted incoherently, throwing desks around and smashing furniture in his rage. The water cooler flew past the cop's head and he narrowly avoided the splashes. Things smashed into walls, and the violence escalated. In fact, the only place NOT getting the Rockstar treatment was the now-vacant cell. The cop scurried to the cell's door and unlocked it, then tried to slip inside before he was caught. Luck was not with him.
The moment he got into the cage, the 'violence' outside vanished as if it had never happened (for, indeed, it hadn't), and Loki stood in front of him, holding the door open.
"Thank you," Loki said with a conversational smile. The new arrival then picked the NPC police officer up by his shirt one-handed and deposited him in the center of the cell. "Stay there. You don't want to make me angry." Loki closed the cell door and walked out the front door.
Once on the street, Loki stretched and took a deep, satisfied breath, letting it out with an 'Ahhh!'
"Now," he asked as he looked around, "Where am I?"
"And am I not your mother?" the Queen of Asgard asked quietly, undisturbed.
It took Loki a long moment to answer. Gathering the will to answer how he wanted, rather than what his heart felt. "No, you are not." It came out softer than he'd intended, less firm.
Frigga shook her head slightly and smiled to mask her pain. "Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself." She held her hands out to him.
Loki knew he couldn't win this debate. Not now, not ever. Pursing his lips against words that would tell her the truth of his feelings, he touched her hands, dispelling his mother's illusion. The sadness in her eyes told him she knew anyway.
His lips pressed firmly together, he closed his eyes, anticipating the next several thousand years as a prisoner.
When Loki opened them again, he found himself in an entirely different cell. Rather than the golden wall of power, there were bars. The sourceless lighting had been replaced by flourescent tubes, and the stout Asgardians in their armor had all been replaced by a rather pudgy (npc) cop, staring at him through the bars.
"The quality of the watch has rather fallen off, hasn't it?" Loki asked him rhetorically.
Loki's clothing changed to armor and the raven-haired man simply walked through the bars and began wrecking the place.
The cop drew his pistol, but Loki ignored him completely and shouted incoherently, throwing desks around and smashing furniture in his rage. The water cooler flew past the cop's head and he narrowly avoided the splashes. Things smashed into walls, and the violence escalated. In fact, the only place NOT getting the Rockstar treatment was the now-vacant cell. The cop scurried to the cell's door and unlocked it, then tried to slip inside before he was caught. Luck was not with him.
The moment he got into the cage, the 'violence' outside vanished as if it had never happened (for, indeed, it hadn't), and Loki stood in front of him, holding the door open.
"Thank you," Loki said with a conversational smile. The new arrival then picked the NPC police officer up by his shirt one-handed and deposited him in the center of the cell. "Stay there. You don't want to make me angry." Loki closed the cell door and walked out the front door.
Once on the street, Loki stretched and took a deep, satisfied breath, letting it out with an 'Ahhh!'
"Now," he asked as he looked around, "Where am I?"