FIC: When the Levee Breaks 01/20 - NC17 - Tony/Loki
BANNER
I saw the title of this (song lyrics, by the way, see the note) used for a Supernatural gif set and all I could think of when I listened to the song was: the Avengers lost… So, here it is. I couldn’t help myself.
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“When the Levee Breaks”
Disclaimer: The Avengers, Tony, Loki, etc belong to Marvel, Stan Lee, et co. I make no money from this and own nothing, don’t sue.
Summary: [Tony/Loki] The Chitauri won. Manhattan crumbles in the wake of the invasion, people keep dying, the Avengers fall or run away, and in the midst of it all Loki goes AWOL. He’s not ruling like he intended nor gloating: just gone. In his place is the Other. He searches for Loki and the missing Avengers, who just so happen to find each other first.
Warnings: Slash. Loki/Tony. During-Avengers. Angst. AU ending. Frostiron. Feels. My first multi-chaptered Frostiron! Mind control. Apocalyptic type world. Thanos you beautiful bastard.
Rating: NC-17.
A/N: Someone needs to start stopping me…
Full Title: When the Levee breaks and Manhattan sinks, there won’t be water fit to drink. Lyrics from Take That: S.O.S. That song makes me think of bad, bad things happening.
XXX
Words: 1,704
Prologue / 00
Loki watched as everything fell apart.
He had crawled his way out of the hole the Hulk had created using his body as the tool, fingers curled and teeth gritted against the pain as he had gotten to his feet, shaky but standing tall. He lent now against the broken window frame, the very one the Man of Iron had been thrown through, and that Loki had been blasted back from in turn. Outside, the Chitauri fought on, mindless drones like bees doing the bidding of their master despite their own resulting deaths being the only outcome. Loki had made it so that Thanos would not win this war.
Soon, Selvig would turn off the portal. Soon the Chitauri will be helplessly at the mercy of the Midgardians and the Leviathans will falls from the sky as the portal closed, cutting them off from their mothership and the magic of their ruler.
Perhaps sooner than he had thought, Loki thought, eyes narrowing at a speck of red in the distance that made its way towards the portal above Manhattan. Iron Man was a blur of red and gold, something white along his back, tiny in the distance and flying so very fast that even Loki had trouble figuring out what the mortal was carrying. And then he was inside of the portal, disappearing into the black vastness of space, and Loki turned away from the window.
It was time to go.
The sceptre was lost to him, and that was a good thing. It had interfered with his mind far more than Loki had allowed for, twisting his thoughts and desires and making him act impulsively. He hadn’t wanted Thanos to win, no, but he had wanted to win and this farce was nothing like Loki had planned for. This was a mess, best left to the commoners to clean up, so with a flash of green light Loki disappeared.
XXX
Natasha touched the sceptre’s tip to the edge of the device Selvig had built. The doctor was lying unconscious on the ground, feet dangling over the edge of the destroyed balcony, but body saved from a fall by what was left of the wall. She watched him instead of the portal, waiting for the order to close it and knowing she wouldn’t be able to if she didn’t see Tony fall through it first.
But there he was! The one person who could be bet on to do the impossible was beating the odds yet again. Iron Man fell, but he didn’t slow down or stop, but Natasha was too busy closing the portal to notice that.
The Hulk noticed, and he climbed buildings to catch the other man, cradling him carefully in one arm as he slammed back down into the ground (creating yet another crater). With the portal closed, Natasha dropped the sceptre and moved quickly to kneel beside Erik. Selvig didn’t stir when she shook him, but shouting over the comms device she was wearing distracted her from rousing the man anyway.
“What do you mean it’s not closed?” Natasha asked, pressing one finger to the device in case she wasn’t wearing it right and had misheard. “I closed it myself.”
“It’s opening up again,” Steve’s voice said. Natasha peered over the side of the building, and there he was, a speck of white and blue spandex standing out amidst the ruins of Manhattan, side by side with a green behemoth and a Thunder God. Tony was still down, suit worse for wear, parts of it dented or missing, but Natasha could see him moving even as he lay there. Probably complaining, she thought.
Almost as one, the five of them turned their eyes to the sky. Above their heads, the portal that had just been closed was slowly opening up again. There was no bright beam of light from Selvig’s device, but when Natasha moved closer to it again she could see the Tesseract pulsing with blue and white light alternatively.
“Self-sufficient,” a voice said from behind her. She didn’t startled though; she knew the sound of Clint’s feet like they were her own, and she had heard him coming long before he spoke.
“How do I turn it off?”
“You don’t,” Selvig groaned, half curled up on the floor. His head was in his hands and his knees were up against his chest and he moaned into his palms, desperate and wild sounding before he composed himself. Hands shaking still, he stood, reaching for the sceptre that Natasha easily kicked up into her own hands so that she could hand over to him. He touched the tip to the device again and when that didn’t work all of the fight seemed to go out of him. He sank to his knees, his entire body trembling, from fear or from shock Natasha wasn’t sure, but she could hear Clint’s teeth chattering behind her, the way they did when he was afraid but too stubborn to admit it. “You can’t.”
“Last time it turned itself on Loki came through, eighty people died and the compound and surrounding desert area imploded.” Clint’s voice was low and strained, and Natasha allowed herself to step back just enough that their feet could touch. It wasn’t a particularly comforting gesture, but Clint’s shoulders relaxed a fraction nonetheless. “See if Tony can genius something up real quick? That portal is opening a lot faster than the last one.”
Natasha spoke over her comms at the same time Clint did on his. The result was Tony frantically shouting back at them, words more like white noise since Hulk ripped his faceplate and ear piece off of him, words garbled and voice desperate. All they could make out were the curse words, and it was Selvig’s sudden prayer for mercy that made the assassins look back at the sky.
The portal was open.
And something big was coming through it.
XXX
The Revenge paved the way through the portal. The ship was magnificent, in a cold and frightening way: large and black, with silver spikes along the top and bottom of the vessel to prevent other ships from getting too close; a long nose, curved in the middle until it rose up like a horn, pointed and sharp; it was fat in the middle, with a long thick tail, shaped like one of the Leviathan but four times as large. It was made solid and well, impenetrable, the only one of his fleet to have survived the mortals delightful weapon.
Thanos rode on the head of it, one hand on the horn on the bow and the other curled around a sceptre similar to the one he had gifted Loki with. His was larger though, longer with a thicker handle, and the shard of the Tesseract at its tip was the size of his fist. Purple skin looked dry and cracked as his fingers curled and uncurled around his staff, knuckles cracking with anticipation. He stood with his legs spread and his knees bent to brace himself as the ship glided down. It moved like a snake, slithering across the sky until it was hovering over the three gathered Avengers, and then the tail came up and in, moving around until it was hooked on the horn at the front, turning the Revenge into an ouroboros.
It was an unbroken circle of spikes and guns, of Chitauri who wriggled from the gaps like fleas through hair, jumping ship. They fell to the Earth, some catching themselves on the edges of buildings and some flying down in their chariots, but Thanos stayed where he was, like an Emperor on his throne or a gladiator on a chariot of his own, far more impressive and far more deadly than the others’.
“People of Midgard!” Thanos roared. Magic amplified his voice, so that those trapped beneath buildings or hidden safely out of reach of the fighting could still hear him. His hood was pulled back, revealing a purple face, skin peeling around his mouth, nose and eyes, pulled and torn by every movement, and a bald head. He had no eyebrows, no eyelashes, and he looked severe rather than comical because of it. Red eyes were narrowed, mouth curled up into a self-important smirk, and his nostrils flared at the stench of fear that had permeated the air as his Chitauri set about their work.
“Look to me as your leader!” Beneath him, the Chitarui took hold of whoever they could catch. One finger against the mortals’ foreheads had their eyes turning blue and their resistence crumbling like the buildings around them. They felt no fear, no apprehension, no hatred. There was only obedience now, swifter and easier than Loki’s sceptre, and harder to resist for it didn’t claw its way inside like Loki had, a parasite that the body wanted to force out, but rather it petted gently at the mind’s protections, waited until the mind was curious, interested, and then it slipped inside, twining together and bonding, until they were as they had ever been. But changed. All of them had been changed, shaken and scrambled and changed, and none of them even realised it, because while Clint had known he hadn’t wanted to do things (that he just couldn’t stop himself despite how he wanted to stop) these people only knew obedience. They wanted to do, because Thanos had told them to.
“Loki is no longer your God. I am.” A faint cheer sounded on the ground, a handful of the mind controlled people surprised and excited by the announcement that they should have known was coming. “This world is mine.” Thanos raised both arms in the air until they were held at his sides, palm facing outward and the sceptre still in the other hand tip pointed at the growing crowd beneath him. “All non-useful humans will be killed on sight.”
The people below him were quick to kneel. They dropped simultaneously, like puppets cut from their strings with one fast slash of a knife, to their knees, heads bowed until their foreheads touched the ground. They called him ‘master’, they called him ‘lord’, but Natasha who was still watching from Stark Tower called him “Monster!”
XXX
Well. I wasn’t going to post this until it was at least half-written, but I wanted to know if anyone was actually interested in me continuing? It’ll have 20 chapters in total, and it’s all planned out…
But I have exams coming up, so I won’t be updating on any sort of regular basis for a while.
AO3 / FFNET / TUMBLR
Words: 2,732
Chapter 01
NEXT CHAPTER HERE
I saw the title of this (song lyrics, by the way, see the note) used for a Supernatural gif set and all I could think of when I listened to the song was: the Avengers lost… So, here it is. I couldn’t help myself.
* * *
“When the Levee Breaks”
Disclaimer: The Avengers, Tony, Loki, etc belong to Marvel, Stan Lee, et co. I make no money from this and own nothing, don’t sue.
Summary: [Tony/Loki] The Chitauri won. Manhattan crumbles in the wake of the invasion, people keep dying, the Avengers fall or run away, and in the midst of it all Loki goes AWOL. He’s not ruling like he intended nor gloating: just gone. In his place is the Other. He searches for Loki and the missing Avengers, who just so happen to find each other first.
Warnings: Slash. Loki/Tony. During-Avengers. Angst. AU ending. Frostiron. Feels. My first multi-chaptered Frostiron! Mind control. Apocalyptic type world. Thanos you beautiful bastard.
Rating: NC-17.
A/N: Someone needs to start stopping me…
Full Title: When the Levee breaks and Manhattan sinks, there won’t be water fit to drink. Lyrics from Take That: S.O.S. That song makes me think of bad, bad things happening.
XXX
Words: 1,704
Prologue / 00
Loki watched as everything fell apart.
He had crawled his way out of the hole the Hulk had created using his body as the tool, fingers curled and teeth gritted against the pain as he had gotten to his feet, shaky but standing tall. He lent now against the broken window frame, the very one the Man of Iron had been thrown through, and that Loki had been blasted back from in turn. Outside, the Chitauri fought on, mindless drones like bees doing the bidding of their master despite their own resulting deaths being the only outcome. Loki had made it so that Thanos would not win this war.
Soon, Selvig would turn off the portal. Soon the Chitauri will be helplessly at the mercy of the Midgardians and the Leviathans will falls from the sky as the portal closed, cutting them off from their mothership and the magic of their ruler.
Perhaps sooner than he had thought, Loki thought, eyes narrowing at a speck of red in the distance that made its way towards the portal above Manhattan. Iron Man was a blur of red and gold, something white along his back, tiny in the distance and flying so very fast that even Loki had trouble figuring out what the mortal was carrying. And then he was inside of the portal, disappearing into the black vastness of space, and Loki turned away from the window.
It was time to go.
The sceptre was lost to him, and that was a good thing. It had interfered with his mind far more than Loki had allowed for, twisting his thoughts and desires and making him act impulsively. He hadn’t wanted Thanos to win, no, but he had wanted to win and this farce was nothing like Loki had planned for. This was a mess, best left to the commoners to clean up, so with a flash of green light Loki disappeared.
XXX
Natasha touched the sceptre’s tip to the edge of the device Selvig had built. The doctor was lying unconscious on the ground, feet dangling over the edge of the destroyed balcony, but body saved from a fall by what was left of the wall. She watched him instead of the portal, waiting for the order to close it and knowing she wouldn’t be able to if she didn’t see Tony fall through it first.
But there he was! The one person who could be bet on to do the impossible was beating the odds yet again. Iron Man fell, but he didn’t slow down or stop, but Natasha was too busy closing the portal to notice that.
The Hulk noticed, and he climbed buildings to catch the other man, cradling him carefully in one arm as he slammed back down into the ground (creating yet another crater). With the portal closed, Natasha dropped the sceptre and moved quickly to kneel beside Erik. Selvig didn’t stir when she shook him, but shouting over the comms device she was wearing distracted her from rousing the man anyway.
“What do you mean it’s not closed?” Natasha asked, pressing one finger to the device in case she wasn’t wearing it right and had misheard. “I closed it myself.”
“It’s opening up again,” Steve’s voice said. Natasha peered over the side of the building, and there he was, a speck of white and blue spandex standing out amidst the ruins of Manhattan, side by side with a green behemoth and a Thunder God. Tony was still down, suit worse for wear, parts of it dented or missing, but Natasha could see him moving even as he lay there. Probably complaining, she thought.
Almost as one, the five of them turned their eyes to the sky. Above their heads, the portal that had just been closed was slowly opening up again. There was no bright beam of light from Selvig’s device, but when Natasha moved closer to it again she could see the Tesseract pulsing with blue and white light alternatively.
“Self-sufficient,” a voice said from behind her. She didn’t startled though; she knew the sound of Clint’s feet like they were her own, and she had heard him coming long before he spoke.
“How do I turn it off?”
“You don’t,” Selvig groaned, half curled up on the floor. His head was in his hands and his knees were up against his chest and he moaned into his palms, desperate and wild sounding before he composed himself. Hands shaking still, he stood, reaching for the sceptre that Natasha easily kicked up into her own hands so that she could hand over to him. He touched the tip to the device again and when that didn’t work all of the fight seemed to go out of him. He sank to his knees, his entire body trembling, from fear or from shock Natasha wasn’t sure, but she could hear Clint’s teeth chattering behind her, the way they did when he was afraid but too stubborn to admit it. “You can’t.”
“Last time it turned itself on Loki came through, eighty people died and the compound and surrounding desert area imploded.” Clint’s voice was low and strained, and Natasha allowed herself to step back just enough that their feet could touch. It wasn’t a particularly comforting gesture, but Clint’s shoulders relaxed a fraction nonetheless. “See if Tony can genius something up real quick? That portal is opening a lot faster than the last one.”
Natasha spoke over her comms at the same time Clint did on his. The result was Tony frantically shouting back at them, words more like white noise since Hulk ripped his faceplate and ear piece off of him, words garbled and voice desperate. All they could make out were the curse words, and it was Selvig’s sudden prayer for mercy that made the assassins look back at the sky.
The portal was open.
And something big was coming through it.
XXX
The Revenge paved the way through the portal. The ship was magnificent, in a cold and frightening way: large and black, with silver spikes along the top and bottom of the vessel to prevent other ships from getting too close; a long nose, curved in the middle until it rose up like a horn, pointed and sharp; it was fat in the middle, with a long thick tail, shaped like one of the Leviathan but four times as large. It was made solid and well, impenetrable, the only one of his fleet to have survived the mortals delightful weapon.
Thanos rode on the head of it, one hand on the horn on the bow and the other curled around a sceptre similar to the one he had gifted Loki with. His was larger though, longer with a thicker handle, and the shard of the Tesseract at its tip was the size of his fist. Purple skin looked dry and cracked as his fingers curled and uncurled around his staff, knuckles cracking with anticipation. He stood with his legs spread and his knees bent to brace himself as the ship glided down. It moved like a snake, slithering across the sky until it was hovering over the three gathered Avengers, and then the tail came up and in, moving around until it was hooked on the horn at the front, turning the Revenge into an ouroboros.
It was an unbroken circle of spikes and guns, of Chitauri who wriggled from the gaps like fleas through hair, jumping ship. They fell to the Earth, some catching themselves on the edges of buildings and some flying down in their chariots, but Thanos stayed where he was, like an Emperor on his throne or a gladiator on a chariot of his own, far more impressive and far more deadly than the others’.
“People of Midgard!” Thanos roared. Magic amplified his voice, so that those trapped beneath buildings or hidden safely out of reach of the fighting could still hear him. His hood was pulled back, revealing a purple face, skin peeling around his mouth, nose and eyes, pulled and torn by every movement, and a bald head. He had no eyebrows, no eyelashes, and he looked severe rather than comical because of it. Red eyes were narrowed, mouth curled up into a self-important smirk, and his nostrils flared at the stench of fear that had permeated the air as his Chitauri set about their work.
“Look to me as your leader!” Beneath him, the Chitarui took hold of whoever they could catch. One finger against the mortals’ foreheads had their eyes turning blue and their resistence crumbling like the buildings around them. They felt no fear, no apprehension, no hatred. There was only obedience now, swifter and easier than Loki’s sceptre, and harder to resist for it didn’t claw its way inside like Loki had, a parasite that the body wanted to force out, but rather it petted gently at the mind’s protections, waited until the mind was curious, interested, and then it slipped inside, twining together and bonding, until they were as they had ever been. But changed. All of them had been changed, shaken and scrambled and changed, and none of them even realised it, because while Clint had known he hadn’t wanted to do things (that he just couldn’t stop himself despite how he wanted to stop) these people only knew obedience. They wanted to do, because Thanos had told them to.
“Loki is no longer your God. I am.” A faint cheer sounded on the ground, a handful of the mind controlled people surprised and excited by the announcement that they should have known was coming. “This world is mine.” Thanos raised both arms in the air until they were held at his sides, palm facing outward and the sceptre still in the other hand tip pointed at the growing crowd beneath him. “All non-useful humans will be killed on sight.”
The people below him were quick to kneel. They dropped simultaneously, like puppets cut from their strings with one fast slash of a knife, to their knees, heads bowed until their foreheads touched the ground. They called him ‘master’, they called him ‘lord’, but Natasha who was still watching from Stark Tower called him “Monster!”
XXX
Well. I wasn’t going to post this until it was at least half-written, but I wanted to know if anyone was actually interested in me continuing? It’ll have 20 chapters in total, and it’s all planned out…
But I have exams coming up, so I won’t be updating on any sort of regular basis for a while.
AO3 / FFNET / TUMBLR
Words: 2,732
Chapter 01
NEXT CHAPTER HERE