Everything seemed to explode in shatters of different colored glass, flinging him and Thor into the air and causing him to scream his hearts desire because he knew he wasn’t going to make it.
He sees Thor try to move closer to him and grab onto him but there’s no way they’ll reach. The crystalline ledge is too far away, they’ll both fall into the giant black pit of fire and destruction. But suddenly he feels himself being stopped in mid air, grabbing onto the scepter that Thor somehow managed to catch. He looks up and sees Thor hanging upside down by his ankle, one hand on the scepter, and Odin standing at the edge of the Bifrost, holding his brother’s ankle.
He can’t stop himself from defending his actions so he screams at Odin. “I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!” He tries to force a small smile onto his lips but the effort is futile.
He can see the blank expression on Odin’s face and knows the answer before he speaks it. “No, Loki.”
His heart seems to shatter in slow motion. Painful, gut wrenching, abandonment flows through his head and he feels the tear flow down his cheeks before he can manage to control it. He’s made his choice.
Faintly he can hear the sound of Thor’s “No!” as he lets his long fingers release the end of the scepter and falls into the abyss of what is most certainly death. It’s fast and painless, the wind howling in his ears, and he knows that he’s gone. But he doesn’t stop falling.
Tony Stark is suiting up in his Mark VI suit when he hears the first clash of thunder. Maybe he should rethink this. He doesn’t care if he gets electrocuted in the air though, for some reason he actually wants to know the feeling. He’s curious.
His AI says something but he doesn’t really focus on it, he’s too excited to try out his new suit.
“Jarvis, sometimes you have to run before you can walk,” he says and without warning starts up the suit, flying through the garage entrance. “Woooo!!” He screams and he’s flying. Through the HUD he can see the Horizon Lock show up and the calculations of the altitudes. “Handles like a dream,“ he tells himself, flying over the water. Turning his body he focuses in on the large Ferris wheel, zooming in close enough to catch two kids staring at him with ice cream cones, one licking the ice cream top right off the cone. He smiles to himself.
He flies faster, over the city, when a wild idea hits him. “Alright, let’s see what this thing can do. What’s SR-71’s record?” He watches as an imagine of the SR-17 Blackbird shows up in his field of vision.
“The altitude record for fixed wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir,” Jarvis replies in his usual British tone.
“Records were made to broken, c’mon!” He screams, letting himself be pulled higher into the sky.
“Sir, there is a potential fatal build up of ice occurring,” Jarvis warns him once he starts to get higher than he probably should and he can see the crystals starting to form across the HUD.
“Higher, higher!” He says, but he can feel his body tensing at the build up of ice and then Jarvis alerts him again.
“Sir, there seems to be something or someone falling from the sky at an alarming rate,” the AI says and Tony looks around and yup, there’s definitely something falling. But what the hell? Why would something be falling from this high up? And going that quickly? And look so much like a human. . .
“Jarvis we gotta break the ice!” He screamed, moving around frantically to break the ice, hearing it crack outside of his helmet and finally his HUD powers up again and he can control his flight, forcing himself towards the object that is falling, faster and faster.
Oh shit! He thinks when he sees that yup, that is 100%, definitely a person falling from the sky. He flies over and gently uses his arms to catch the body, and looks at the face of a man with wild black hair chasing itself in the wind across his face, covered in leathers and metal and is that gold?! He doesn’t have time to analyze it now, if the person is even still alive. He lets his repulsors go dormant, then loads them back up, making his drop back down choppy but that’s what would get him back to his Malibu house fastest. Finally he’s back at the house, now to land.
“Kill power,” he says. The suit freefalls through the roof of the house, through the piano, down right onto his blue 1967 Shelby Cobra, thank God not on the R8. That Audi is his pride and joy and he could never live with himself if he killed it.
He leans his head back on one of the pieces of rubble and closes his eyes, not caring that there’s a body in his arms that probably needs serious medical attention if not a casket. And of course, Dum-E sprays him with the fire extinguisher.
His eyes fly open when he feels something move in his arms. That’s strange. . . Suddenly the entire weight of the body is lifted off of him and he climbs to his feet faster than he ever remembers doing, getting a mind blowing head rush. He curses under his breath.
“Where am I?” He hears as he puts a hand to his throbbing head. When he looks up and sees the man, dressed in extreme leathers and metals like he belongs in the renaissance fair, crazy wild green eyes pierce his chocolate brown ones, he has to do a double take.
“I think the question is more of, who are you?” Tony asks, flipping up the faceplate so he can get a better look at the man.
“Where am I?!” The man screams, full throttle hysterics.
“You’re in Malibu, California!” Tony screams back, just wanting the end the conversation so his head stops trying to kill itself.
“What realm be this?” The man asks, walking around the work shop and looking at different things, touching things that catch his attention.
“Realm?” Tony asks.
“Yes! You imbecile, what realm!?” Okay this guy is really getting on his nerves now.
“Hey, I don’t think you’re in any place to be calling me an imbecile after I just saved your free falling ass,” Tony snaps and the mans facial expression doesn’t soften.
“I am a god! I do not need your help!” He shrieks, sounding more desperate for knowledge every moment.
“Really?” Tony scoffs. “Cause about five minutes ago were you falling at at least a hundred miles an hour, maybe more, heading straight towards either a mountainside, the ocean, or a street filled with pedestrians.”
The man holds his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. “Just tell me what realm I’m in!” His voice is quieter, but still much too loud to be considered anything but a scream.
“I don’t know what realm, this is California, United States of America, Earth. . .”
At ‘Earth’ his eyes fly open with shock and horror and he searches Tony’s face for any litter of trickery. “Midgard,” Tony hears him say under his breath and he’s just glad he isn’t screaming anymore.
“I’m sorry, what?” Tony asks.
“Midgard, you did say Earth didn’t you?” The man says, piercing Tony with a death glare.
“Yeah, this is Earth. But who are you? Why were you falling from the sky?” Tony tries again. He’s not giving up until he knows where this person came from.
“That is of no concern to you,” the man hisses, his eyes narrowing and his teeth baring behind his lips.
“Uh, yeah it is. I just saved your life, I think you owe me some answers,” Tony says, and really, he doesn’t think that’s too much to ask for.
“You pathetic mortal, thinking that you can just order around a God? I will not reveal who I am to you,” he growls, turning to leave as it looks.
“Jarvis, lock down mode, don’t let this guy get out,” Tony tells his AI.
“Already done, sir.” At the voice the other man jumps, looking around the room to find where the hidden person is.
“It’s just Jarvis. You won’t find him so stop looking around like a lost kitten,” Tony remarked. “Also Jarv, would you be a dear and give me a scan of this guy, I wanna see what he’s hiding.”
“Doing so as we speak,” Jarvis replied.
“Good boy.” Tony turned his attention back to the stumbling ‘God’. “So you can either come quietly and tell me who you are, or I’ll get the information out of you by my tech. Your choice really, but there’s only one outcome, and I win.”
The man seemed to contemplate this for a while before sighing heavily and sitting down on one of the lab stools heavily, like he’s been through the toughest journey of his life. Which he just might have. “I’m Loki Laufeyson. I’m the God of Mischief, from Asgard, you’d most likely know me because of my dear brother, Thor.” The man hissed certain words in his response and Tony had to remind himself to breathe.
“Loki? The Norse God of Mischief, Loki?” Tony asks, his voice tight around the lump in his throat.
“Did I not just say that?” Loki hissed again.
“Sorry, it’s just. . . You’re real,” Tony said incredulously. At that the god’s lips quirked into a smile.
“Quite, yes,” Loki responded.
“Well what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back in Asgard doing. . . Whatever mischief gods do?” Tony asked.
“I don’t need to tell you that,” Loki growled again. Man this guy was quick to anger.
“Jarrrrrvis,” Tony stretched the word tauntingly.
“Fine! I had a fight with my brother and we destroyed the Bifrost. I fell and somehow I managed to come here. That part I haven’t worked out yet,” Loki said before Jarvis could respond.
“Wait a minute, why were you and Thor,” Oh my God he’s actually having a conversation with Thor’s brother, “fighting? And what’s a Bifrost?”
“The story of Thor and I is much too long to tell now, and I don’t trust you enough to tell you even if it was short,” the Trickster said. “As for the Bifrost, mortals like yourself most likely know it as the ‘rainbow bridge’. Linking together the Nine Realms through Yggdrasil. And you seem to be a bit keen in on Norse so hopefully I don’t have to explain that as well.”
“Yeah I studied it when I was a kid,” Tony says for no real reason other than to prove Loki right. “So can you still use magic?”
Instantly there’s a shattering of glass behind Tony and he whirls around to see the glass doors shattering and crumbling to the floor. “Hey!” He screams, turning back around to face the deity, whose hands are glowing bright green.
“Seems so, yes,” Loki said, twirling his fingers and watching as the magic danced across his hand.
“Don’t break anymore of my stuff!” Tony exclaimed and caught the wild grin that slowly spread across Loki’s face. Suddenly his image dispersed, leaving Tony alone, but only for a second before he showed up five feet away. The god looked down at himself questioningly then back up at Tony. “What are you trying to do?”
“I was trying to escape. I was hoping I’d be able to teleport myself out of this place but it seems my magic is too weak,” Loki said, his voice sad and angered at the same time.
“Well don’t expect me to lend you a room,” Tony scoffed, walking over and sitting on one of the stools.
“I wasn’t,” the Trickster deadpanned. “However, the only way for this to work is to either let me out on the street, with my powers, fully capable of bringing your world to its knees, or you could let me stay here for a while to gain my powers and then I’d be able to go back to Asgard.”
Tony didn’t need to really think about that. He wasn’t going to let the most likely evil God of mischief wander through Malibu. He also really didn’t want to let him stay but that seemed like the only way for him to gain his powers back which would get him back to Asgard sooner. “Fine, you can stay. But you’re sleeping on the couch in my room so I can keep an eye on you.”
“Couldn’t you just have your. . Jarvis watch over me?” The God asked, walking towards the hole in the wall where he’d shattered the glass.
Tony bit his lip to not laugh at Loki’s tiptoeing around Jarvis. “No. Because if you’ve got magic then. . . You know what, I’m not going to tell you that. You’re staying in my room.”
Loki let out a heavy exhale. “If you insist.”
“Hold on, let me get out of this armor,“ he said and watched as the machines closed in on him, gradually taking off each bit of armor that covered his body. Loki watched curiously as he was being taken apart but said nothing and he was slightly surprised that Loki hadn’t questioned why this mortal was dressed in a metal Halloween costume. “Come on, I’ll show you the room,” Tony said and started walking ahead of Loki through the new opening, mentally cursing Loki for that. He was going to need to get it all cleaned up and redone so that no one could get in without passwords.
They walked up the stairs, passing the crashed piano and the hole in the flooring and in the ceiling that led all the way to the roof so that you could see the stars, and all the way down so you could see the remains of the Cobra. He cursed Loki again. He really liked that car.
Up another flight of steps led them into Tony’s area, where there was a bar and some lounge chairs, a couch, and huge, wooden doors that led to Tony’s bedroom and bathroom.
“I quite like this house, even though there are a few scraps here and there,” Tony heard Loki say from behind him and turned around to see him smirking.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, you’re mostly the reason why the place looks like such a dump now,” Tony said, not trying to play nice. At. All.
“Fair enough.” Tony opened the doors and walked into the lavish bedroom that was his second favorite room in the house, his first being the workshop/basement. The couch sat in the corner of the room, opposite the bed, and faced the window side wall. “Jarvis, lights.” Instantly the lights illuminated the room, and Tony walked over to the closet, pulling out some extra pillows and blankets and walking over to drop them on the couch. “Okay you’re all set. If you wake up before me tomorrow then don’t leave the room - as a matter of fact, Jarvis, lock down the room - and try not to wake me up.”
Loki sat down on the couch, rubbing his hand over the imported silk blankets. “You will most likely wake before I, Stark.”
Tony had to stop at that. “How did you know-”
“Oh come now. I’m a god, I know things,” Loki interrupted, smirking again.
“Alright, well goodnight.” Tony walked over to his own bed and watched Loki lay down and pull one blanket over his thin, tall frame. “Jarvis, kill lights.”