Author: little.tel PM
OneShot Loki's thoughts on the change in Bartleby during the Garage Parking Lot scene. Swearing because it's in the movie.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Loki & Bartleby - Words: 652 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 2 - Published: 10-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4594584
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Loki listened in shock to Bartleby rant about the unfairness of it all. He could barely believe what he was hearing. As Bartleby finally finished and turned away from him he realized to his growing terror that he had heard a similar argument before. "My God, I've heard a rant like this before." The words were little more than a whisper, but Bartleby heard them and turned back around.
"What did you say?" asked Bartleby as he looked at him.
"I've heard a rant like this before." Repeated Loki more forcefully.
"Don't you fucking do that to me." Said Bartleby quietly as he raised his arm in warning.
"You sound like the Morning Star." Said Loki.
"You shut you fucking mouth!" yelled Bartleby, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You do!" shouted Loki right back at him as Bartleby got right in his face. "You sound like Lucifer man! You've fucking lost it! You're not talking about going home Bartleby. You're talking about fucking war on God. Well fuck that. I have seen what happens to the proud when they take on the throne." Loki shook his head and added, "I'm going back to Wisconsin."
Loki tried to walk past Bartleby, but was roughly grabbed, hauled backwards, and then slammed into a support pillar. His breath left him and he couldn't help but wince at the pain that the rough handling had caused. He stared into Bartleby's brown eyes, looking for the kind and amiable watcher who had been his best friend for all eternity, but found only anger and cold determination staring back at him. Loki felt a shiver of fear crawl down his spine as he realized that Bartleby had him completely pinned and unable to move. He didn't like how helpless that made him feel with those suddenly cold eyes staring at him.
"We're going home Loki." Said Bartleby, his determined eyes never leaving Loki's frightened ones. "And no one, not you, not even the Almighty Himself is going to make that otherwise."
Bartleby held him there, pinned against the support pillar, and simply continued to stare at him after he finished speaking. After a few moments a strange smile split Bartleby's face and he released Loki. Without looking back, the dark fallen angel continued on his way, leaving a wide-eyed Loki still standing against the pillar.
Shakily Loki pushed himself away from the pillar, but found his legs shaking so much that he fell back against it. He took a few shuddering breaths but when he released them again they came out as small whimpers. He squeezed his eyes shut and knew that if he had been human he would have been crying. He slid down the pillar and pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself.
Loki knew he wasn't very smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew that Bartleby was going crazy. The years of being separated from God were finally undoing his mind and he was turning into another Lucifer. And that realization hurt. It hurt because Bartleby had been the thing that had kept him sane and from going on a killing spree. Bartleby had always been his voice of reason. His very presence had kept him from falling darkness. It hurt that he hadn't been the same for Bartleby.
Loki didn't know how long he sat there, huddled in the parking garage, but eventually he found the strength to stand up. He had to try to get his Bartleby back. He couldn't – wouldn't – lose him to that madness he had seen in his eyes. With a softly muttered "Shit." He set of to catch up to Bartleby. He knew it wouldn't be that hard. After all, he knew exactly where he was heading.