Fic: Discordant
Discordant
An Avengers, Hercules: The Legendary Journeys Crossover
Disclaimer: Avengers goes to Joss Whedon, Stan Lee, MARVEL, and others. Hercules and it's spin offs was created by Christian Williams.
Notes: Inspired by one of the lonely prompts in Bite Sized Bits of Fic, I am starting to think tigriswolf exists only to distract me with prompts. Mostly Avengers and Highlander ones.
Slight AU for both fandoms, btw. And Loki is a prancing person of questionable gender.
Loki lands on a Midgard that seems to have taken several steps backward on the evolutionary scale. It is also very, very cold. Not that he notices. Being a Frost Giant and all.
He wonders if he's supposed to be grateful or not.
Still, he tosses a spark at a bit of ice-coated brambles out of habit... and watches as some other force snuffs his fire out. Frowning, Loki tries again with the same result.
Irrationally angered by his failure, he reaches deeper and green magic wrought flames cling to the dead vine and twig like warmth emitting leaves. "Impressive." A smokey voice says with a mocking, slow clap. "I didn't think anyone could get a fire going until my do-gooder brother got the torch back."
Loki whirls to behold a man with a trimmed goatee and black leather. He looks better than Loki feels.
He most assuredly isn't mortal.
Mischievous, blood-drinking eyes peer curiously at him. "Who are you?"
Loki introduces himself, but doesn't know for the life of him why this Ares thought he was supposed to be blonde.
Many, many, many years later...
As if it had been rehearsed, the smoke cleared and a lean, dark haired, leather clad human-shaped being stood up. Seemingly uncaring of the firepower pointed at him -Her? For a second the blown lights made the figure more curvaceous, hair longer.- he swept his hair back and struck what had to be a pose with an spear that could only be described as a work of art. "Hello, mortals. I am Dis-" He paused, blue-green eyes flickering before the vaguely bored look on his face warped into glee to carefully pronounce proper nouns. "Loki of Asgard. And I come burdened with... glorious... purpose."
Fury asked as politely as he could when there was a big blue swirly door expanding above them for Thor's destructive little brother to put the spear down.
The god -Goddess, later review of footage would show that only second before standing the figure had had breasts.- of chaos answered by planting a knife in his soldier's neck.
---
Loki conjured a golden apple, his own private joke, and kissed the shining skin to imbune it with all the explosive potential he could. As they raced through the tunnel, wind in his hair, he tossed it behind him at the human following.
The apple exploded exponentially.
His entrance had been disgustingly quiet, humans never saw gods unless they were really looking, or if the god let it be so, but waiting for the perfect stage to be set... his brother was always telling him he was too much of a drama queen.
"Faster, mortal, faster!" Loki squealed in delight, hitting the roof with his staff, as his enchanted mortal floored it out of the collapsing tunnel.
---
If Loki had taken a bit more pleasure than was necessarily needed when he gouged out the mortal's eye, it certainly wasn't because of any lingering 'daddy issues'. He'd had centuries to work himself out, after all.
That was his story and he was sticking to it.
---
Loki considered leaving. There was plenty of room in the plan for him to skip on back to base and a hot tub of chocolate, curled up in his sweet hawk's well muscled arms, but he couldn't. Couldn't look away as the heroes and Thor, belovedrightousgoldenThor, fought over little 'ole Loki.
He was tempted to throw an apple plump with wild possibility into their midst just to see what would happen.
But he didn't. Because if they all turned into marmosets or something it would really screw The Plan to all hel and back. He hadn't left enough wiggle room from that particular eventuality.
---
It was really, really hard not to laugh when Fury started trying to intimidate him. Truthfully if the man wasn't so drearily mortal he might have succeeded, but as Loki's son pranced behind the SHIELD director invisible to all eyes but a god's -Thor might have been able to see, if he was there and Looking, but he wasn't.- the Mischief god was forced to look off into the distance.
It wasn't any better when they sent in the red head. She could be as serious as she liked, as manipulative, but the bunny ears were a little distracting.
When this was over, Loki was going to turn Strife over his knee and paddle that little skirmish god's behind.
---
The portal to Tartarus was open. Yay.
Thor was coming at him with that stupid, bloody, how the hades had Loki forgotten about it Hammer. Boo.
There was an almighty ringing of metal on metal, and Loki uncurled from his flinch to see two straining men hovering over him, weapons locked. Something war and fuzzy stirred in Loki's frost bitten heart.
"No one." Ares gritted out as he shifted his stance and rage fueled his power. "But no one hurls hammers at my sister, but me. You alright, Discord?"
"Just peachy." Loki answered, retrieving the staff Hephaestus had wrought for him in those last days before Xena went on her little attempted god genocide. She could already see the banished/killed gods returning through the door the Tesseract forged. Loki shimmied, and in a glow of light switched his clothing to something that had become far more comfortable than any Aesir armor. "By the by, Thor, this little event announces the resumption of hostilities between Asgard and Olympus. And Zeus wants his lightning bolts back."
Fire flew from Discord's, formerly Loki of Asgard, hands.
---
Many, Many Many Years in the Past...
"God of Mischief. Really. Shooting kinda low there, brother." Ares commented as they found shelter in one of the War God's temples. "Why not something more... encompassing. Interesting! Like Choas itself?"
Loki stored back that little suggestion for later, and looked up from the hospitality that had been offered. His eyes were carefully blank, emotions under lock and key. "Brother."
"Yeah, look, I know this might be a new concept for you... or not... but after 'Dite grew out of what remained of the old man's pecker and Athena bursting from his skull, which was very messy or so I'm told, nothing about our reproduction would surprise me. Hell, apparently I've got a half-sister somewhere out there that came about because father wanted to know what it was like to fuck as a swan."
"...I once gave birth in the form of a horse."
"Okay, uh, sister, there you go!"
An Avengers, Hercules: The Legendary Journeys Crossover
Disclaimer: Avengers goes to Joss Whedon, Stan Lee, MARVEL, and others. Hercules and it's spin offs was created by Christian Williams.
Notes: Inspired by one of the lonely prompts in Bite Sized Bits of Fic, I am starting to think tigriswolf exists only to distract me with prompts. Mostly Avengers and Highlander ones.
Slight AU for both fandoms, btw. And Loki is a prancing person of questionable gender.
Loki lands on a Midgard that seems to have taken several steps backward on the evolutionary scale. It is also very, very cold. Not that he notices. Being a Frost Giant and all.
He wonders if he's supposed to be grateful or not.
Still, he tosses a spark at a bit of ice-coated brambles out of habit... and watches as some other force snuffs his fire out. Frowning, Loki tries again with the same result.
Irrationally angered by his failure, he reaches deeper and green magic wrought flames cling to the dead vine and twig like warmth emitting leaves. "Impressive." A smokey voice says with a mocking, slow clap. "I didn't think anyone could get a fire going until my do-gooder brother got the torch back."
Loki whirls to behold a man with a trimmed goatee and black leather. He looks better than Loki feels.
He most assuredly isn't mortal.
Mischievous, blood-drinking eyes peer curiously at him. "Who are you?"
Loki introduces himself, but doesn't know for the life of him why this Ares thought he was supposed to be blonde.
Many, many, many years later...
As if it had been rehearsed, the smoke cleared and a lean, dark haired, leather clad human-shaped being stood up. Seemingly uncaring of the firepower pointed at him -Her? For a second the blown lights made the figure more curvaceous, hair longer.- he swept his hair back and struck what had to be a pose with an spear that could only be described as a work of art. "Hello, mortals. I am Dis-" He paused, blue-green eyes flickering before the vaguely bored look on his face warped into glee to carefully pronounce proper nouns. "Loki of Asgard. And I come burdened with... glorious... purpose."
Fury asked as politely as he could when there was a big blue swirly door expanding above them for Thor's destructive little brother to put the spear down.
The god -Goddess, later review of footage would show that only second before standing the figure had had breasts.- of chaos answered by planting a knife in his soldier's neck.
---
Loki conjured a golden apple, his own private joke, and kissed the shining skin to imbune it with all the explosive potential he could. As they raced through the tunnel, wind in his hair, he tossed it behind him at the human following.
The apple exploded exponentially.
His entrance had been disgustingly quiet, humans never saw gods unless they were really looking, or if the god let it be so, but waiting for the perfect stage to be set... his brother was always telling him he was too much of a drama queen.
"Faster, mortal, faster!" Loki squealed in delight, hitting the roof with his staff, as his enchanted mortal floored it out of the collapsing tunnel.
---
If Loki had taken a bit more pleasure than was necessarily needed when he gouged out the mortal's eye, it certainly wasn't because of any lingering 'daddy issues'. He'd had centuries to work himself out, after all.
That was his story and he was sticking to it.
---
Loki considered leaving. There was plenty of room in the plan for him to skip on back to base and a hot tub of chocolate, curled up in his sweet hawk's well muscled arms, but he couldn't. Couldn't look away as the heroes and Thor, belovedrightousgoldenThor, fought over little 'ole Loki.
He was tempted to throw an apple plump with wild possibility into their midst just to see what would happen.
But he didn't. Because if they all turned into marmosets or something it would really screw The Plan to all hel and back. He hadn't left enough wiggle room from that particular eventuality.
---
It was really, really hard not to laugh when Fury started trying to intimidate him. Truthfully if the man wasn't so drearily mortal he might have succeeded, but as Loki's son pranced behind the SHIELD director invisible to all eyes but a god's -Thor might have been able to see, if he was there and Looking, but he wasn't.- the Mischief god was forced to look off into the distance.
It wasn't any better when they sent in the red head. She could be as serious as she liked, as manipulative, but the bunny ears were a little distracting.
When this was over, Loki was going to turn Strife over his knee and paddle that little skirmish god's behind.
---
The portal to Tartarus was open. Yay.
Thor was coming at him with that stupid, bloody, how the hades had Loki forgotten about it Hammer. Boo.
There was an almighty ringing of metal on metal, and Loki uncurled from his flinch to see two straining men hovering over him, weapons locked. Something war and fuzzy stirred in Loki's frost bitten heart.
"No one." Ares gritted out as he shifted his stance and rage fueled his power. "But no one hurls hammers at my sister, but me. You alright, Discord?"
"Just peachy." Loki answered, retrieving the staff Hephaestus had wrought for him in those last days before Xena went on her little attempted god genocide. She could already see the banished/killed gods returning through the door the Tesseract forged. Loki shimmied, and in a glow of light switched his clothing to something that had become far more comfortable than any Aesir armor. "By the by, Thor, this little event announces the resumption of hostilities between Asgard and Olympus. And Zeus wants his lightning bolts back."
Fire flew from Discord's, formerly Loki of Asgard, hands.
---
Many, Many Many Years in the Past...
"God of Mischief. Really. Shooting kinda low there, brother." Ares commented as they found shelter in one of the War God's temples. "Why not something more... encompassing. Interesting! Like Choas itself?"
Loki stored back that little suggestion for later, and looked up from the hospitality that had been offered. His eyes were carefully blank, emotions under lock and key. "Brother."
"Yeah, look, I know this might be a new concept for you... or not... but after 'Dite grew out of what remained of the old man's pecker and Athena bursting from his skull, which was very messy or so I'm told, nothing about our reproduction would surprise me. Hell, apparently I've got a half-sister somewhere out there that came about because father wanted to know what it was like to fuck as a swan."
"...I once gave birth in the form of a horse."
"Okay, uh, sister, there you go!"