Ficlet the Third~ish
Möbius
An Avengers Ficlet
Characters: Loki, Thanos, Other.
Pairings: Loki/Tesseract (If you squint. Hard.)
Warnings/Kinks: Loki abuse. Finding loop-holes in the system.
Previous Bits Here,and Here.
Loki wasn't chosen for his loyalty. If pressed, many would claim he didn't have any; he betrayed his kin, his country, even the very laws of physics with his mere existence. There was a mutual understanding that the Trickster would betray Death's Champion at the first opportunity. As a delaying tactic to the inevitable conclusion, Loki's skull was cracked open in death as every Chitauri's was at birth and a crystalline implant surgically embedded in his brain, filaments of metal and pain snaking down, in and around, his nervous system and spinal column.
Though it did aide in making the decision, Thanos did not open the doors to Loki's cell because of the usefulness of the other's magical talent or his knowledge of traveling between worlds. The reason Loki was set on his feet, scepter-spear pressed into his hands, was a simple one.
Loki could, and would, die.
And then he would get back up with a crazed, unsettling smile plastered across his face as he turned to his enemies.
Where Thanos was concerned Loki truly was a gift; one without which the journey to the Tesseract's hosting planet would take years. As a tool, the Tesseract knew almost no equal. It was a force of both creation and destruction, so powerful that it was said who-so-ever wielded it could remake the cosmos in his image... the trick being, of course, that one had to be there and hold it.
And if someone already held it, why would he surrender such a power?
Only the insane would do such a thing, or someone with absolutely nothing to lose. Or nothing he cared enough to gain.
The Tesseract's energy pervaded the universe. When it slept, the hum of its dreams was the sound of silence - the background noise that could only be heard when all else ceased- but when it was awake its voice was a siren's call to all those with the ability to hear it.
Loki hears it.
He hears the song, information and temptation rolled into crystal clear notes, and when he offers knee to its sovereignty and his hand clenches around Thanos' tool the song magnifies until Loki can taste it on his tongue.
He is going to die. This is nothing new.
The stone decorating Thanos' weapon flashes, and Loki feels his entire being shatter, disintegrating as though he is being forced through a cheese grater. The sensation would be painful, but Loki is already dead and so for the moment is immune to pain as his consciousness straddles the divide of living and not.
There are things worse than physical pain, anyway, and Thanos has promised to collect and categorize them with Loki at his side if his demands are not met.
The tiny particles that once were Loki move through microscopic tunnels carved by centuries of ebbing Tesseract energy. When they finally arrive at their destination, dancing atoms whirl and build up around each other like iron filings to a magnet. Marrow bursts into existence, quickly covered by bone as valence electrons are exchanged and meat dresses the body.
A corpse appears in the presence of the Tesseract; nothing could survive after being ripped into its component parts and being flung across the abyss of space.
The corpses eyes open, and a shuddering gasp run through it as life stakes its claim.
"Sir, please put down the spear."
There is the heavy pulse of presence filling his eyes and a slithering voice in his ears.
The No-Longer-Corpse stands, and as the pressure behind his eyes grows his mouth opens and the words of the Other spill out.
An Avengers Ficlet
Characters: Loki, Thanos, Other.
Pairings: Loki/Tesseract (If you squint. Hard.)
Warnings/Kinks: Loki abuse. Finding loop-holes in the system.
Previous Bits Here,and Here.
Loki wasn't chosen for his loyalty. If pressed, many would claim he didn't have any; he betrayed his kin, his country, even the very laws of physics with his mere existence. There was a mutual understanding that the Trickster would betray Death's Champion at the first opportunity. As a delaying tactic to the inevitable conclusion, Loki's skull was cracked open in death as every Chitauri's was at birth and a crystalline implant surgically embedded in his brain, filaments of metal and pain snaking down, in and around, his nervous system and spinal column.
Though it did aide in making the decision, Thanos did not open the doors to Loki's cell because of the usefulness of the other's magical talent or his knowledge of traveling between worlds. The reason Loki was set on his feet, scepter-spear pressed into his hands, was a simple one.
Loki could, and would, die.
And then he would get back up with a crazed, unsettling smile plastered across his face as he turned to his enemies.
Where Thanos was concerned Loki truly was a gift; one without which the journey to the Tesseract's hosting planet would take years. As a tool, the Tesseract knew almost no equal. It was a force of both creation and destruction, so powerful that it was said who-so-ever wielded it could remake the cosmos in his image... the trick being, of course, that one had to be there and hold it.
And if someone already held it, why would he surrender such a power?
Only the insane would do such a thing, or someone with absolutely nothing to lose. Or nothing he cared enough to gain.
The Tesseract's energy pervaded the universe. When it slept, the hum of its dreams was the sound of silence - the background noise that could only be heard when all else ceased- but when it was awake its voice was a siren's call to all those with the ability to hear it.
Loki hears it.
He hears the song, information and temptation rolled into crystal clear notes, and when he offers knee to its sovereignty and his hand clenches around Thanos' tool the song magnifies until Loki can taste it on his tongue.
He is going to die. This is nothing new.
The stone decorating Thanos' weapon flashes, and Loki feels his entire being shatter, disintegrating as though he is being forced through a cheese grater. The sensation would be painful, but Loki is already dead and so for the moment is immune to pain as his consciousness straddles the divide of living and not.
There are things worse than physical pain, anyway, and Thanos has promised to collect and categorize them with Loki at his side if his demands are not met.
The tiny particles that once were Loki move through microscopic tunnels carved by centuries of ebbing Tesseract energy. When they finally arrive at their destination, dancing atoms whirl and build up around each other like iron filings to a magnet. Marrow bursts into existence, quickly covered by bone as valence electrons are exchanged and meat dresses the body.
A corpse appears in the presence of the Tesseract; nothing could survive after being ripped into its component parts and being flung across the abyss of space.
The corpses eyes open, and a shuddering gasp run through it as life stakes its claim.
"Sir, please put down the spear."
There is the heavy pulse of presence filling his eyes and a slithering voice in his ears.
The No-Longer-Corpse stands, and as the pressure behind his eyes grows his mouth opens and the words of the Other spill out.