Author: KiboChan PM
Despite all the happiness and giggles that seemed to surround him, there was something quite repelling about this man... Loki couldn't tell if it was his aura of loneliness or his hideous periwinkle scarf, and at the moment, he didn't really care. This guy was the key to escape and that was all that mattered.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Adventure - & Loki - Chapters: 9 - Words: 42,346 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 04-01-13 - Published: 01-14-13 - id: 8909378
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AN: Hi guys. I know, you're tired of the typical fan girls posting crap like this, right? You're probably thinking "Oh god, why is she doing another crossover?" Whatever, I have no idea if I'm going to work on this fanfic a lot. I really want to, but I just have no idea where this is going to go.
The darkness of the cell weighed down on him. For the past weeks, months, years-he didn't know for sure how long it had been-this loneliness was all he knew. Not even the feeling of being let go on the edge of the Bifröst could compare to this. Loki was so tired of the tiny little cell they kept him in.
After his attempt to conquer Midgard had miserably failed, he was taken back to Asgard for punishment. They locked him up in chains so tight, he couldn't move his arms. The muzzle still covered his mouth, so he was forced to breathe through his nose all the time. It caused him to constantly feel light-headed. Sleeping wasn't fantastic, either, since the chains constantly pressed against and bruised his sides when he made an attempt to lay down. His cell was extremely small, with a thick wall surrounding it. There were no enters or exits, except through one tiny door through which food and... Erm, other things (which he did not like the process of getting in and out)... were passed through. The only way to even get Loki into the cell was to transport him through the walls with the Tesseract. It didn't take long for Loki to realize there was no getting out of the cell. All he knew at this point was complete silence. His only friend, his only remaining comfort, was the cadence of his slow breathing and the very rare sliding door opening up.
What came next horrified Loki almost to hysteria, and only within a matter of seconds. At first, it was a distant, quiet noise, but it quickly grew in volume. It was the strangest thing he had ever heard... Like a rhythmic whooshing, or a machine breathing. He sharply sucked in breath and held it in suspense. When he first saw a small flash of light, he thought he was finally going crazy. It gone even worse when the flash turned into a large, blue box. It was just appearing out of nowhere, right there, in his teeny little cell. Loki scrunched himself up against the wall to leave barely enough room for it to appear.
When the box finished materializing, Loki felt like he could breathe again. What the... His eyes widened like an insect's when a man poked his head out of the box. "Oi, are you Loki?" he asked. Seeming to completely ignore the fact that Loki had a muzzle over his mouth, he sat himself down on the floor next to him. "I got your message. What happened to you?"
No reply. The strange man groaned. "What are you lookin' at me like that for?" He suddenly leaned a lot closer to Loki, who tried to lean away. "You can't talk with that thing on your face, can you? Ah, well, allow me to remedy that." He pulled a glowing stick, not in any way like the one Loki used to use, and started pointing it at the locks on his chains. Loki's mind was racing. After Odin knows how long of loneliness and absolute nothingness, there was suddenly a strange man in a magic blue box that was seriously about to let him go.
After he was free of his chains, the strange man dragged him into his box and shut the door. Loki's eyes widened in wonder. There were many odd things in that box, certainly not like anything he'd ever seen. The room had a faint orange glow, with bright blues and greens emanating from a tall column in the center of the large room.
"What do you think of it?" the strange man said as he peered at Loki from behind his half-moon glasses. He brushed curly brunette hair out of his large brown eyes before looking back down at his work station. "Lemme get my lovely little box sorted out real quick. I'll get the mouth thingy off, I promise." He looked up and grinned mischievously. "Unless you bite..?" Loki shook his head, and the strange man cackled.
Loki cautiously made his way toward the man. He was hunched over a small box with what looked like speakers in it. Strange tubes with swirling grooves stuck out of the box at odd angles. "I don't really know what this wochy-majjiger is, but TARDIS hasn't stopped acting all wonky ever since this box started making the noises. HA!" In the very short amount of time Loki knew this man, he could easily deduce that he talked a lot and was very spontaneous. However, despite all the happiness and giggles that seemed to surround him, there was something quite repelling about this man... Loki couldn't tell if it was his aura of loneliness or his hideous periwinkle scarf, and at the moment, he didn't really care. This guy was the key to escape and that was all that mattered.
"AH HA! I told you I'd fix it, darling. I just had to collect our,"-the strange man dramatically twisted around and pointed at Loki- "...guest." He cackled and pointed his glowing stick at the back of Loki's muzzle. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm the Doctor."
The muzzle fell off of Loki's face. There were big red outlines on his face where it had been pressed against all that time. The lower half of his face was far more pale than the rest, which was saying something. "I, erm-"
"I know who you are, Loki, the paper told me. So..." The Doctor held up what looked like a small wallet. He flipped it open and inside was a small piece of white paper with only two words written on it: Help Me. "What did you need help with? Getting out? We've already done that. Want a cuppa tea? Lemme go make some. What kind do you want? Jasmine or lavender? I want jasmine, I'll go make us some. My tea-making is a bit destructive, so if you smell smoke or hear me scream just hit one of those big blue buttons there, m'kay?"
It was an extremely awkward situation for Loki. This man, the Doctor, was a heck of a blabbermouth and loved prancing around like some nutty ballerina. He didn't know how the Doctor got his message. He didn't even realize he had sent a message to anyone. "Message...?" Loki hesitantly asked.
"Yes. Message. You see, the paper the message was on is slightly psychic. Although it doesn't happen often, it can pick up distress signals, should they be large enough. You were practically screaming for help in your head." The Doctor whipped his head around and waved a hand through the air. "PSSHT, forget about tea. Why were you all tied up? Oh, never mind, I think I know. Now we can have some TEA!"
The Jotun cringed when the Doctor yelled that last part. Does he really have to be so loud? Without even asking, Loki followed closely behind the Doctor and into what was a large, fancy kitchen. "My turn to ask questions. Who are you and what do you plan to do with me now that I'm here?" He was short and to the point.
"I already told you, I'm the Doctor. Just your not-so-average Time Lord and protector of the human race." He flashed the liesmith a cheeky smile before continuing, "I don't know what to do with you. I just thought you needed help. Or just a lift home. Any place in specific?"
Loki tilted his head to the side. "Time Lord?"
The Doctor chuckled. "Yes, Time Lord. I have this special box called the TARDIS... Which is what we're standing in, by the way... And I travel in it. And protect humans."
"That's bland," Loki stated flatly as the Doctor rummaged around in a large, white cabinet.
"I don't think I mentioned that it can travel through space and time. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, TARDIS. Oh, I love her. The box, I mean." He let out a single, wheezy chuckle before tossing some tea into a pot of water.
"Space and time? That's more like it. Do you think you could take me to Midgard, then?"
"What?! You can pick anywhere in the whole entire universe and you want to go to Earth? C'mon, let's make it something exciting!"
"No... Erm, 'Earth'." Loki was determined to get back there. Not that he would try to take over again or anything, but he wasn't about to set foot back on Asgard. Or Jotunheim. Or anywhere that the Chitauri had a chance to find him, for that matter.
Now that he thought about it, staying in one solitary place wouldn't be good for him. Since he wasn't locked up in that tiny cell, the Chitauri could easily track him down if he wasn't constantly on the move. Moving through space could keep his punishment at bay, but moving through time... He could live out the rest of his life without having to worry about the Chitauri. Maybe, he could even go back before the Avengers swore to protect Midgard and could crown himself king then. The possibilities where endless. He could completely destroy the Chitauri race, and destroy S.H.I.E.L.D. before they gathered the Avengers and could've taken over Earth then, just so his father could see what he had done. With something as powerful as the TARDIS, he'd be unstoppable.
The Doctor handed Loki a cup of tea, then quickly jerked his hand back. "Thanks," Loki said. "Now can we go to Midgard?"
"Nah, we're going to...," the Doctor paused and gave Loki a rather evil grin, "Jotunheim."
Damn! How does he know? Loki thought, but kept his lips sealed, lest he give away that he really was a Jotun and that this wasn't just something the Doctor said to tease him. "Tell me, why would you waste your time protecting humans when you have something as powerful as a TARDIS?"
"Eh, I get that a lot. I guess its because I feel like I need to. They're just kinda helpless, you know?" Loki chuckled, and the Doctor grinned and held a finger to his lips. "Don't let them know I said that."
"It's our little secret." He had no idea why, but he felt like he could get along with the Doctor, despite his blind and silly sense of justice. If he befriended this man, he might just get to finally go to Midgard. Not to mention, if he wanted to kill the Doctor and steal his TARDIS, he would have to observe him and learn how to work it, first. "Would you mind if I traveled with you? I don't have much better to do with my time," Loki kindly requested.
"Great minds think alike," the Doctor mused before actually replying. "Yes, I would enjoy that. Heh, not that I normally take on companions this easily. I usually have to do something really dramatic and heroic to convince them I'm not insane. It just... Feels like tradition."
"I'm just curious about this wonderful machine," Loki said.
The Doctor chuckled and patted his shoulder. "I'm just curious about you. I want to know what a tiny freezy-man was doing in Asgard. I figured you might have been captured or held hostage in a battle, but you don't look the fighting type. Not that you look scrawny or anything... Okay, you do look a bit scrawny, but only on Jotun standards. Why are you so small, anyway? Is it some sort of disguise?" He gasped. "You were caught spying on someone important, weren't you?"
What an imbecile, Loki thought. "How does everybody seem to be able to see through my disguise?" the liesmith falsely gritted through his teeth. It was convincing, but apparently not enough for the Doctor.
"Ha, you're cute. Rule one: the Doctor lies. Takes a liar to see a liar." He tapped Loki's nose. "Naughty, naughty. I'll find out eventually."
Instead of snapping back, as he usually would have done, he instead asked, "How did you know I was a Jotun?"
"When I handed you your cup, the tea instantly froze. Seriously, it was cold, you were locked up in a little box by Aesirs, which are basically the Jotuns' arch enemies. Not that hard to put together."
Loki looked down at his tea. It was indeed frozen. That explains why he jerked his hand back. "Hmph. You're good. I guess my magic is breaking." He didn't lie, but it wasn't meant the way he implied. After having first assumed he was dead, Odin probably slowly broke the connection between them that kept Loki in his Aesir form. The breaking was so slow that it probably wasn't noticeable until now. It wasn't until long when he might see his fingertips turn blue. "No worries, I'll fix it." Yeah, he could do that, no problem, but how much magic would it take? How long would it last?
"Good. I don't want to have to worry about catching frost bite everytime I walk close to you." The Doctor cackled and began slamming buttons and pulling levers on the TARDIS. "Next stop, Jotunheim!"
"We won't be there long, will we?" Loki asked.
"Depends." The TARDIS began shaking and shuddering, and the two began flying through space and time.
AN: If you haven't been able to put it together, this Doctor is 12th incarnation (by human documentation). Meaning my Doctor. Sorry if its too rushed, but if you read my other fanfic, you'd know I HATE slow beginnings. I like tossing them right into the messiness. Read & review!