Untitled Thor/Doctor Who Crossover Fic
A short Thor/Doctor Who cross over fic wherein a young Loki meets the 11th Doctor. 588 words. No spoilers and rated G.
Loki was very interested in the stranger seated at his father’s table. He looked like them - which is to say that he looked human. He wasn’t though. Humans didn’t have the technology that this stranger did. Loki wasn’t certain, mainly due to the fact that he was still learning, but he thought that perhaps this stranger had some magical abilities as well.
The stranger had introduced himself as the Doctor. He was wearing very unusual clothing including something that he had explained was a “bow tie” and that “bow ties were cool.” He had arrived in a tall, blue box that materialized with a metallic grating, scraping sound. Loki and Thor had been playing. Loki had been pinned again under his heavier older brother and the din of the Doctor’s mysterious transportation device had surprised them. Thor had run off to alert his father and the guards, leaving Loki behind and hidden.
At first, Loki had been nervous and wary. What if this stranger was a threat? But when he stepped out across the threshold of the box Loki’s fears evaporated. The man saw him hiding in the bushes and smiled. “Hello.”
“Hello,” Loki replied.
To Loki’s surprise, the stranger lowered himself down to his level and made eye contact. He didn’t seem unkind. He was tall and skinny. His accent was strange but he spoke perfect Asgardian.
“My name is the Doctor. What’s yours?”
“I am Loki, of Asgard,” Loki replied as he had been taught.
The Doctor arched his eyebrows. “Really? Well, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m sorry I scared your friend away.”
“He’s not my friend. He’s my brother.”
There was something in the way that Loki said that that made the Doctor smile. It was a smile of sympathy. “And that’s his name?”
“Thor.”
“Ah.”
The stranger seemed to have confirmed a suspicion that he didn’t tell Loki about. He straightened back up to his full height at the sound of approaching hoof beats. The Allfather had arrived with backup. Odin frowned down at Loki from his horse and confronted the Doctor. Loki fully expected him to arrest the Doctor and interrogate him. Instead, he watched in awe as the Doctor spoke to the Allfather and charmed him. He showed him a small document that proclaimed him a diplomat from another realm. The Doctor explained that he had not intended to invade or intrude, he merely had gotten a little lost.
The next thing Loki knew, he and the Doctor were riding back to the palace with the Allfather and the guards. The Doctor had convinced Odin to feel obliged to show hospitality instead of violence, at least for now, and to invite the Doctor to sup with them.
So now the Doctor was at their table, eating and talking. Thor wasn’t impressed with the stranger who preferred to talk and scam his way out of situations and didn’t appear to be very physically strong. Young Loki, however couldn’t take his eyes off him. This stranger was full of tricks, of wit and wile. He recognised a fellow trickster, possibly another male magician. Thor already liked to mock Loki for learning the “woman’s art” of magic from their mother.
When the Doctor left again in his disappearing blue box the next day, Loki felt a deep kind of sadness. He wished he could talk to the stranger again, to learn all of his secrets and tricks. “Maybe one day,” he thought to himself, “I could be an even better trickster than him.”
Loki was very interested in the stranger seated at his father’s table. He looked like them - which is to say that he looked human. He wasn’t though. Humans didn’t have the technology that this stranger did. Loki wasn’t certain, mainly due to the fact that he was still learning, but he thought that perhaps this stranger had some magical abilities as well.
The stranger had introduced himself as the Doctor. He was wearing very unusual clothing including something that he had explained was a “bow tie” and that “bow ties were cool.” He had arrived in a tall, blue box that materialized with a metallic grating, scraping sound. Loki and Thor had been playing. Loki had been pinned again under his heavier older brother and the din of the Doctor’s mysterious transportation device had surprised them. Thor had run off to alert his father and the guards, leaving Loki behind and hidden.
At first, Loki had been nervous and wary. What if this stranger was a threat? But when he stepped out across the threshold of the box Loki’s fears evaporated. The man saw him hiding in the bushes and smiled. “Hello.”
“Hello,” Loki replied.
To Loki’s surprise, the stranger lowered himself down to his level and made eye contact. He didn’t seem unkind. He was tall and skinny. His accent was strange but he spoke perfect Asgardian.
“My name is the Doctor. What’s yours?”
“I am Loki, of Asgard,” Loki replied as he had been taught.
The Doctor arched his eyebrows. “Really? Well, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m sorry I scared your friend away.”
“He’s not my friend. He’s my brother.”
There was something in the way that Loki said that that made the Doctor smile. It was a smile of sympathy. “And that’s his name?”
“Thor.”
“Ah.”
The stranger seemed to have confirmed a suspicion that he didn’t tell Loki about. He straightened back up to his full height at the sound of approaching hoof beats. The Allfather had arrived with backup. Odin frowned down at Loki from his horse and confronted the Doctor. Loki fully expected him to arrest the Doctor and interrogate him. Instead, he watched in awe as the Doctor spoke to the Allfather and charmed him. He showed him a small document that proclaimed him a diplomat from another realm. The Doctor explained that he had not intended to invade or intrude, he merely had gotten a little lost.
The next thing Loki knew, he and the Doctor were riding back to the palace with the Allfather and the guards. The Doctor had convinced Odin to feel obliged to show hospitality instead of violence, at least for now, and to invite the Doctor to sup with them.
So now the Doctor was at their table, eating and talking. Thor wasn’t impressed with the stranger who preferred to talk and scam his way out of situations and didn’t appear to be very physically strong. Young Loki, however couldn’t take his eyes off him. This stranger was full of tricks, of wit and wile. He recognised a fellow trickster, possibly another male magician. Thor already liked to mock Loki for learning the “woman’s art” of magic from their mother.
When the Doctor left again in his disappearing blue box the next day, Loki felt a deep kind of sadness. He wished he could talk to the stranger again, to learn all of his secrets and tricks. “Maybe one day,” he thought to himself, “I could be an even better trickster than him.”