Fic: Seeds of Yggdrasil, Ch. 8
Title: Seeds of Yggdrasil
Summary: It was suppose to be an easy job. The Losers' first mistake was believing that it would stay that way. It might also prove to be their last unless they manage to survive a pissing contest between S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, and a god with a grudge. Or as Jensen likes to call it, "Tuesday morning."
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Loki
Author's Notes: Sequel to Like the Tree. Finals. Were. Brutal. I'm officially on summer vaycay and haven't seen the Avengers yet so everything (barring the characters, of course) will be of my own creation. The first commenter to correctly guess who's saying what and who's missing might win a little ~prize.
Disclaimer: Female!Roque is mine, but everyone else belongs to Vertigo and Marvel (and is guarded by their deathless legion of lawyers. And dragons. Dragon lawyers).
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
They bring him here because of their arrogance.
They place him in a cage of glass and steel and hope to watch him pace like an animal.
They're not worthy of the sight of his agitation so he denies them the pleasure.
They watch him, he knows.
For all their failings he will admit to himself that humans are quite innovative.
He takes a cursory glance of his surroundings.
This prison will only be temporary.
It's a prison as long as he allows it to be. so he has no cause for worry.
As a matter of fact, he even has time to amuse himself.
He extends his senses while continuing to assume an expression of utter boredom.
Odin's true son is present. It's not surprising that he's taken to these soft, weak creatures.
Thor likes four things: things he can protect, things he can eat, things he can drink, and things he can fight.
However, not but a stone's throw away is an extremely lively exchange of of words.
"This is stupid."
"Agent Roque, while you don't have to agree with our current course of action-"
"Not only is this stupid, this is arrogant. We just marched a trickster god into our home base and I'm the only one that's the slightest bit disturbed by that?"
"It is a really shitty plan."
"Thanks, babe."
"...That was for me, wasn't it?"
"I live to make you smile, Jensen."
"...Roque. Roque. I need you to have another brother. That preferably looks like this brother, except that he's Wadeless. For reasons. Sexual reasons."
"Jensen."
"For reasons, sir!"
"Jensen."
"As I was saying, you don't have to agree with our current course of-"
"Fuckery."
"Ms. Ro-"
"Just "Roque" or I will cut out your tongue and use it to seal envelopes."
"Tony, you are drooling."
"Closing my mouth will only make it worse, Cap."
"Um, if we could all please just calm down and-"
"Dr. Banner, I have nothing against you, but we're in the same building as a creature who's older than dirt and has more tricks than a show girl in Vegas. I like living. I like life. It has knives and Girl Scout cookies and Alvarez's hands and IHOP. And Clay."
"...Aw. And Coug's hands are pretty amazing. It's like yasssssssssssssssssssss..."
"Ow! Did you just- What the hell, Natasha? I haven't even said anything yet! Stark is is the one that needs a bib!"
"All I'm saying is that I don't want to die just because Fury wants to play "Who has the Bigger Dick?" with Loki."
There's an almost deafening silence then a discordant explosion of voices as they all attempt to speak at once.
Loki returns to himself and doesn't realize that the odd noise he's hearing is his own laughter.
Summary: It was suppose to be an easy job. The Losers' first mistake was believing that it would stay that way. It might also prove to be their last unless they manage to survive a pissing contest between S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, and a god with a grudge. Or as Jensen likes to call it, "Tuesday morning."
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Loki
Author's Notes: Sequel to Like the Tree. Finals. Were. Brutal. I'm officially on summer vaycay and haven't seen the Avengers yet so everything (barring the characters, of course) will be of my own creation. The first commenter to correctly guess who's saying what and who's missing might win a little ~prize.
Disclaimer: Female!Roque is mine, but everyone else belongs to Vertigo and Marvel (and is guarded by their deathless legion of lawyers. And dragons. Dragon lawyers).
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
They bring him here because of their arrogance.
They place him in a cage of glass and steel and hope to watch him pace like an animal.
They're not worthy of the sight of his agitation so he denies them the pleasure.
They watch him, he knows.
For all their failings he will admit to himself that humans are quite innovative.
He takes a cursory glance of his surroundings.
This prison will only be temporary.
It's a prison as long as he allows it to be. so he has no cause for worry.
As a matter of fact, he even has time to amuse himself.
He extends his senses while continuing to assume an expression of utter boredom.
Odin's true son is present. It's not surprising that he's taken to these soft, weak creatures.
Thor likes four things: things he can protect, things he can eat, things he can drink, and things he can fight.
However, not but a stone's throw away is an extremely lively exchange of of words.
"This is stupid."
"Agent Roque, while you don't have to agree with our current course of action-"
"Not only is this stupid, this is arrogant. We just marched a trickster god into our home base and I'm the only one that's the slightest bit disturbed by that?"
"It is a really shitty plan."
"Thanks, babe."
"...That was for me, wasn't it?"
"I live to make you smile, Jensen."
"...Roque. Roque. I need you to have another brother. That preferably looks like this brother, except that he's Wadeless. For reasons. Sexual reasons."
"Jensen."
"For reasons, sir!"
"Jensen."
"As I was saying, you don't have to agree with our current course of-"
"Fuckery."
"Ms. Ro-"
"Just "Roque" or I will cut out your tongue and use it to seal envelopes."
"Tony, you are drooling."
"Closing my mouth will only make it worse, Cap."
"Um, if we could all please just calm down and-"
"Dr. Banner, I have nothing against you, but we're in the same building as a creature who's older than dirt and has more tricks than a show girl in Vegas. I like living. I like life. It has knives and Girl Scout cookies and Alvarez's hands and IHOP. And Clay."
"...Aw. And Coug's hands are pretty amazing. It's like yasssssssssssssssssssss..."
"Ow! Did you just- What the hell, Natasha? I haven't even said anything yet! Stark is is the one that needs a bib!"
"All I'm saying is that I don't want to die just because Fury wants to play "Who has the Bigger Dick?" with Loki."
There's an almost deafening silence then a discordant explosion of voices as they all attempt to speak at once.
Loki returns to himself and doesn't realize that the odd noise he's hearing is his own laughter.