|Life Without Love
Author: AureliaVerity PM
Loki has fallen from Asgard to Earth, he is broken and is living what seems to be a loveless life. Until a brown eyed human helps him bring the pieces of his shattered heart together. Tony Stark is rejecting his feelings and setting all traces of emotion aside. He only becomes aware of the void as a green eyed stranger begins to fill it. Tony Stark/Iron Man x LokiRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Iron Man/Anthony S. - Chapters: 11 - Words: 15,488 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 12-23-12 - Published: 07-01-12 - id: 8275437
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Disclaimer: sadly, i do not own Thor/ the Avengers or any other Marvel movie or their characters.
Loki ignored Thor's pleas and his tearstained sky blue eyes, he was only looking at Odin. The man who had kept him for centuries for the sole purpose of being a relic and possession of the kings, but never as a son. 'One day when you grow older my sons, one of your will become king of Asgard.' Loki cringed at the memory, he knew the reality now, he was never going to become king. Loki was led to believe that if he truly tried he could be an equal to his glorious older brother, that even he had a chance of becoming the ruler of Asgard, that even he could be treasured and loved. But it was all a ploy, his father knew that was never going to happen and yet he drove him mad with the very idea of it.
Odin, the beloved king of Asgard, made a very dear mistake when he adopted an abandoned Jotun baby all those many years ago. He wanted peace between the two countries, but his ignorance and lack of understanding had just brought more hate between the two races, his methods were untactical and foolish. Even the great king was a power thirsty ruler; Loki still remembered the tale of his father's eye. Of course the man who would willingly make himself half blind just to possess greater wisdom would be incapable to love a Jotun…
But maybe, just maybe, his whole existence wasn't just a scheme for peace. Maybe, even now, he was loved? Loki heard himself distractedly yelling something about how he did everything for his father, to make him proud. But he was still looking at that dark eye; it was clouded with disappointment and sorrow. The look a dissatisfied father would give his son, yes maybe there was a chance he was loved.
The words echoed in his mind, repeating over and over. Loki stared at his once father with large hope shattered green eyes. He was an artifact after all, and the relic was of no use now for it had been deemed incapable of fulfilling its purpose. He was truly never loved, never had any companions, and now he didn't even have a father, and what is a life without love? It is like death without a witness, cold, disappointing and heart achingly lonely.
'Brother no! Father do something I beg of you!'
Ah yes, but there was Thor. Thor had loved him; he had cherished his brother in a way that could only be described as love. He was not part of the grand play that Odin had created out of his life, so as Loki hung there, only three fingers keeping him from falling to his certain death. He ripped his tear stained eyes away from the king of Asgard and turned to Thor, the kind oaf of a brother, and smiled. It was small, broken, and filled with a sadness that was so intense it left Thor momentarily speechless. Loki offered this small gesture of truth to his brother, to say that he was always his only true family, to say thank you for not being a character in his life but a friend, to say I love you brother.
'Loki, please.' Thor whimpered, his shining aqua eyes emitting small tears that rolled from the corners of his eyes.
Those two words, so different to Odin's, filled with the music that was love. So as 2 fingers separated Loki from his falling death, he closed his eyes and let go, letting the cries of Thor be the mournful soundtrack to his doom.