Fic: How To Entertain Oneself On a Dull Planet
Title: How To Entertain Oneself On a Dull Planet
Author: mae_stark
Fandom: Thor
Summary: Some of Loki's shenanigans while stuck on Earth.
Rating: PG-13 for one swear word
Word Count: 630
Spoilers: through the movie
Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. 'Nuff said.
Author's Note 1: This was written as a birthday present for my best friend and beta, Katy Faraday. I'm posting early, since I'll be out of town for a week or so here. Love ya, girl! Happy Birthday, and I hope you enjoy! :)
How to Entertain Oneself On a Dull Planet
When he let go of Thor’s hand and fell into the abyss, he could have landed anywhere. But no, of all the realms on the World Tree’s branches, he had to land on this one. After being stuck on this planet for a week, Loki still has no idea how Thor could have any type of attraction to this realm. Humans are annoying and ignorant, and inferior to Asgardians in every way.
But I’m not an Asgardian, Loki corrects himself. Somehow, he’s always known he was different, just not how different. All his little quirks and characteristics- his dark hair and green eyes, natural aptitude for magic, strong resistance to low temperatures, and his partiality to the darkness and shadows - should all have been indicators. Either way, he knows who he truly is now, and it doesn’t really bother him. He’s a frost giant, a Jötunn, one of those frozen bitches whose planet was ravaged by the Asgardians. And with this revelation comes a new set of powers to explore and apply.
A waitress passes his table with some cups of that putrid black drink that humans so adore, and Loki calls upon his newfound gift. His hands immediately darken to a deep shade of blue and he closes his eyes as the ice spreads through his veins. Loki discreetly flicks his wrist towards the waitress, smirking in satisfaction when she drops the cups with a gasp. The porcelain mugs filled with the now-frozen coffee shatter on the hard tile floor of the diner. Loki snickers at the utterly bewildered expression on the waitress’s face, earning him some nasty looks from the people around him.
“I would recommend heating that up before you serve it to them.” Loki gestures to the men in the next booth. One of them spots him antagonizing the waitress and rises from his seat, lumbering over to stand in front of Loki’s table.
“This creep bothering you, sweetheart?” The man folds his arms across his chest in what Loki supposes must be considered intimidating on this planet. Loki smirks again.
“Did I say something funny, freak?” the man snarls.
Loki nonchalantly takes a sip of his water and then sighs. “Do not seek to quarrel with me, Midgardian.” He says. “I have stomped on Asgardian roaches that pose more of a threat than you.”
Loki doubts this fool has any idea what he has just said, but the man’s eyes widen and his face turns an ugly shade of red. He reaches over and drags Loki from his chair, holding him up by the lapels of his jacket.
Loki sighs and narrows his eyes as he calls on that inner force called magic by the lesser realms. Loki focuses the energy, manipulating it into a tangible form, and smiles when he sees the product of his work -a facsimile of himself- sauntering up behind the angry man.
The man, oblivious to what’s going on around him, still grasps Loki with his meaty hands. “Now, you listen here- “
“No, you listen, mortal.” Says Loki’s duplicate. The man spins around, disoriented. “I have had enough of your race’s swift judgments and impulsive actions.” Loki calls up more of his duplicates, until the small diner is filled with them. Collectively, they continue, “I suggest you let go of me and be on your way, unless you mean to bring harm upon yourself.” The man stares at them, blinking furiously, mouth gaping in disbelief and fear. He finally obeys and releases Loki, who slips through the crowd and out the door, calling his duplicates with him. When he looks back, the man is still standing there beside the waitress, eyes wide in shock.
Loki chuckles and continues on his way.