And So It Begins
Chapter 1 - And so it begins
It started with a blue spark. From a small flicker, it grew into bright light with burning intensity. It radiated brightly, enough to blind a man standing too close, enough to burn, not with heat, but with the lustre it let grow every passing moment.
A second later, the light faded into the background leaving behind a void of darkness.
And when it seemed nothing could happen, when it seemed that the only thing that could occur was over; it happened.
The earth beneath the desecrated citadel trembled and cracked open. Hot, molten lava seeped through the opening and formed a sea of crimson, burning, hissing, devouring everything in it’s path from the living to the dead. Black holes tore open the sky of Asgard, sucking the city ruins and its remaining inhabitants into its vacuum belly, into the gaping maw from which there was no return.
Screams of agony filled the air as chaos reigned through the Golden Realm, the broken, bleeding, dying and violated realm left behind.
The blue tyrant let out maniacal bout of laughter, once after the other, excitement heightened to an insane pitch. His blood boiled with thrill as he watched the city burn into inexistence.
Oh how pleased his Mistress would be.
This is the end.
This is his new beginning.
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"It was told that the Tesseract was a gift of miracles. Born in the deepest parts of the universe, the cosmic cube accumulates particles of energy and memories since the beginning of time. With so much power stored in its core, it could wipe us from existence if falls into the wrong hands."
King Odin, the All father and Protector of Nine Realms placed the metal container on his arm rest. He turned around and look at the figure at the bottom of the Dias, to the figures before him.
There stood Loki, the God of Mischief and former Prince of Asgard, hands and ankles shackled. A muzzle fitted into the prince's mouth, preventing him from speaking. Degrading, his position was, but the man knew no such word. For his head was high, his demeanour angry and his back straight. He was anything but a prisoner.
Loki gave the King a death stare.
Thor could see storm of madness brewing in his green orbs.
The eldest prince of Asgard stood beside his King, watching his brother closely even though Loki’s magic was restrained. Thor knew not to underestimate Loki, it had cost him blood more times than he could count and scars he didn’t want to count. The man was lethal, mad and stood for nothing, so he could sacrifice everything and it made him dangerous. He knew his Trickster of a brother was cunning and clever, he would flee as soon as he finds an opening.
King Odin paid no heed to Loki's threatening gaze and gestured the Einhenjars to urge the criminal forward. Loki tried to keep his regal composure even when he was pushed forward, waiting for his sentence.
"Loki Laufeyson” Odin’s voice was deep, emphatic “for the crimes you willingly committed on Migard and for your betrayal to the House of Odin, for the betrayal of your family, for the lives lost on Jotunhiem…"
Loki rolled his eyes, Thor frowned.
“I sentence you to spend the rest of your days locked in the dungeons”
Loki scoffed and Thor closed his eyes in pain.
He didn’t want this for Loki.
Odin slammed his spear onto the marble floor, solidifying his decision.
Thor flinched at the sound of Gungnir echoing through the halls. His father's word is the Law. Even though if Thor wants to, he could not undo his father's wishes.
Loki's blood boil upon hearing Odin's verdict. His piercing eyes speak volumes of his anger while he cursed silently.
How dare you, All-father! How dare you place the blame on me for your mistakes. And now that I am of no use, you discard me without a second thought.
Unbeknownst to Loki, his anger was getting a reaction from the Tesseract. The bluish glimmer grew stronger until the whole room was filled a blinding light…
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When Loki opened his eyes the next time, he was no longer in chains. His first instinct was to escape from this place, summoning magic from within.
Nothing happened.
He tried again and again, horrified at his failed attempt.
The old goat had taken his magic! He had crippled him, thinking it will…
"Loki?"
It was his own voice that startled him from his panic mode.
When he looked up, Loki saw himself sprawled on the floor still chained like before.
And then it struck him.
He was no longer Loki.
He was Thor.