Sunshine
Warnings: Endgame Spoilers, Mention of Depression, Major Characters Death
Summary: As another battle rages, Loki must do something he is unprepared for:
A/N: As part of my weekly prompt for FICWARS. The prompt is: Hero needs help from Villain
“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help.” The words echoed in his head, a memory, distant and albeit forgotten.
In truth, that had happened so many years ago, hardly anyone would remember it. Not even Thor. And yet, here he was again, saying the same thing, but it was a different Loki and a much different person he spoke to.
For much had happened. He had died, twice, once in Svartalfheim, and once at the hands of Thanos.
But he had reconnected with Thor and had lived a happy life for at least a time. For a few moments. Before Thanos came and ripped it apart. Before he sacrificed himself so Thor would live.
And now, here was Brunhilde, riding into Valhalla on her winged horse, holding out a hand.
And he repeated his words, but to her.
She smiled. “Well, guess we are.” She handed Loki his daggers.
He held them in his hands, and smiled. “Very well then, lead the way.”
She nodded and turned around.
“One thing,” he said, making her look back. “Thor. Is he--?”
“He’s alive. He let himself go, but he’s alive.”
Loki bowed his head ever so slightly in thanks.
As she led the army of fallen Asgardian warriors out of Valhalla, Loki blended in the background, morphing into just another soldier. He would surprise Thor. Maybe by stabbing him in the back again.
And he stepped onto a broken field of Midgard, a hundred portals opened with thousands streaming out. And at the center was Thanos. A somehow different version. He seemed more the Thanos of the one he saw before New York, not his death.
Steve Rogers, that patriotically positive Midgardian, was there leading all the armies, Mjolnir in his hands. Well he was filled with righteousness, so perhaps he was worthy.
And there was Thor, eyes full of lightning and rage. He wore a heavy cloak of anger and pain, and also he was...quite large now. Guess he was finally becoming his grandfather. How long had passed?
Then a battle commenced. A battle of the ages. All of good versus all of bad. And the man of iron, who had smiled at his joke in New York, who was just a man, had taken on the stones and snapped his fingers, turning Thanos and his army into dust.
And so the battle was won. Without Loki having to really do anything. How very different than usual. Things really had changed in the short time he had been gone.
Loki saw his brother crying over his fallen friend, and knew now was not a good time to surprise him. He would wait. He was a patient man.
And so he vanished into thin air and followed his brother. He was by his side as they held a memorial for the iron man, floating a memento on flowers on the water. He was by him as Thor went to New Asgard, the place where their father had told them to make a home. Where he told Brunhilde that she was queen now.
“For the first time in a thousand years, I...I have no path,” he said, as the sun shone on him. As Loki had promised.
And Loki followed his brother as he stepped on a ship, with many strange and odd creatures, and one rather plain looking Midgardian. Certainly no Matt Damon.
Loki watched Thor smile and laugh at others before sitting in a corner, all laughter draining from his eyes. Loki knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his knee.
“It looks like you need my help again,” he thought. “But don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
