Those words, along with Thor’s scream were ringing in his ears as the world around him slowly dimmed and went dark. The pain burning in his lungs and the crushing ache in his throat slowly dissipated and he was filled with a strange sense of peace…
Suddenly, a loud and obnoxious noise blared out, disturbing Loki from his rest. He sat up quickly, a look of annoyed confusion colouring his features as he glanced around the… train car?
Standing quickly and looking around abruptly, expecting this is some sort of trick by Thanos and his children (that very thought made Loki scoff), but the train car was completely empty. It also seemed very Midgardian, which caused Loki to roll his eyes. He didn’t know where he was, but if it was Midgard, it was hardly a problem. Once they’d stopped, he’d find out exactly where he was and make his way back to Thor.
The small electronic device on the seat next to him made itself known again and he huffed in annoyance, picking it up. Part of him was sorely tempted to crush it in his hand or simply throw it across the car. Watching it smash would be satisfying, he was sure, but he was aware that it was some sort of human communication device and that could come in handy in finding out what was going on.
Loki retrieved the phone and sat back down, looking at the screen. There was a choice laid out for him, but as with most of his experiences in life, it was no real choice at all. He huffed, frowning again before he hit ‘yes.’
Welcome to the Neighbourhood
The orientation hadn’t taken long, but Loki still had a laundry list of what in Hel was actually going on. He knew just enough now to be curious and had experienced enough strangeness in his life to realize that this might be his death.
The ‘dream’ he’d been having when the phone had startled him awake on the train had felt too real, too visceral to be discounted as a mere dream. He would never admit it, but he was starting to believe he had not survived that final encounter with Thanos, but how he’d ended up here was a mystery that tickled his curiosity.
As such, when the train came to a stop, he rose from his seat and exited the train. Despite being alone on the train car, Loki had half expected he wouldn’t be the only person to disembark, but as he walked around the station, there was no other sign of life.
To the Southwest: City Park
When Loki had first left the station, he’d found City Hall and the Touism kiosk, but they had seemed almost void of life so instead of really searching that area, he decided orienting himself more fully with the city was a better option. He took note of the location and headed back to the station to choose another exit.
This time, he came up into a large and quite beautiful park. A smile spread across his face unbidden. It immediately reminded him of his favourite place on Asgard: his mother’s garden.
The air was fresh and cool and Loki felt peace like he hadn’t felt in many years. It was all wild and fresh and it made Loki’s heart ache as he thought of Frigga. Though he had started to truly redeem himself just prior to arriving here, he still felt a tremendous amount of guilt over her death. But this park was instantly a happy place for him. It felt like home.
“This is wonderful,” he said aloud without realizing he’d spoken at all, nor that there was someone else nearby.
To the East: A Restaurant
After spending quite a long time in the park, Loki found himself to be quite peckish. After all, between Ragnarok, destroying Hela and Thanos’ attack on their ship, he couldn’t exactly remember when he’d last actually eaten. Nothing more than a protein bar or some nutritious sludge. He might be a god, but he still needed to eat. Though that brought up the question again, was he actually dead? Did the dead get hungry? Many people may have believed him to be dead before, but it had never actually happened.
It didn’t take long, as he wandered the east side of the city, for him to catch the sent of something wonderful cooking. It smelled of a rich stew full of meat and vegetables. Some freshly baked bread, still warm on the side. Following his nose, Loki made his way into the restaurant. He didn’t notice anyone else who might be sitting in the restaurant, instead simply walking straight back into the kitchen and finding a meal already prepared for him.
Loki had never really been in a standard restaurant as humans of Earth might know them, so it didn’t occur to him that this was odd. So he simply served himself the food and carried it to a table. He sat and inhaled the scent with a deep and contented sigh before digging in.
Come One, Come All!
Once his hunger had been sated, Loki continued his exploration of this strange city, still trying to get his bearings, committing the location of certain locations to his memory as he mentally mapped everything out. What he hadn’t expected to find was a Seer. He stood outside the little shop for a moment, looking at the bright neon sign curiously. Psychics weren’t necessarily common on Asgard, but they weren’t unheard of. The strange thing for Loki was he’d thought it was something that the people of Midgard did not believe in, much like magic.
Loki stepped inside after a short moment of contemplation. The shop was small and dark and the smell somehow comforting, reminding him once again of his mother. He spent a few minutes checking out the contents in the jars, but it all seemed rather standard fare for magic users. Nothing here took him by surprise in the least.
As the store was rather small, it didn’t take long for him to make his way back to the fortune teller. He had expected it to be an actual person, but it was becoming clear that wherever he was, it was nowhere he’d ever been before. The statue like seer seemed to come to life, of a sort, as he approached and Loki knew right away he was going to ask something, but what? It seemed like thousands of questions ran through his mind at once. Where is this place? How did I get here? What of Thor and the rest of the Asgardians? What of Thanos and his plan?.
Taking a deep breath, he cleared his mind and asked, “Am I dead?”
The paper printed out for him and he was just about to read it when he was startled by the jingling of a bell indicating that someone else had entered the shop.
Loki Odinson | MCU
You really are the worst, brother.
Those words, along with Thor’s scream were ringing in his ears as the world around him slowly dimmed and went dark. The pain burning in his lungs and the crushing ache in his throat slowly dissipated and he was filled with a strange sense of peace…
Suddenly, a loud and obnoxious noise blared out, disturbing Loki from his rest. He sat up quickly, a look of annoyed confusion colouring his features as he glanced around the… train car?
Standing quickly and looking around abruptly, expecting this is some sort of trick by Thanos and his children (that very thought made Loki scoff), but the train car was completely empty. It also seemed very Midgardian, which caused Loki to roll his eyes. He didn’t know where he was, but if it was Midgard, it was hardly a problem. Once they’d stopped, he’d find out exactly where he was and make his way back to Thor.
The small electronic device on the seat next to him made itself known again and he huffed in annoyance, picking it up. Part of him was sorely tempted to crush it in his hand or simply throw it across the car. Watching it smash would be satisfying, he was sure, but he was aware that it was some sort of human communication device and that could come in handy in finding out what was going on.
Loki retrieved the phone and sat back down, looking at the screen. There was a choice laid out for him, but as with most of his experiences in life, it was no real choice at all. He huffed, frowning again before he hit ‘yes.’
Welcome to the Neighbourhood
The orientation hadn’t taken long, but Loki still had a laundry list of what in Hel was actually going on. He knew just enough now to be curious and had experienced enough strangeness in his life to realize that this might be his death.
The ‘dream’ he’d been having when the phone had startled him awake on the train had felt too real, too visceral to be discounted as a mere dream. He would never admit it, but he was starting to believe he had not survived that final encounter with Thanos, but how he’d ended up here was a mystery that tickled his curiosity.
As such, when the train came to a stop, he rose from his seat and exited the train. Despite being alone on the train car, Loki had half expected he wouldn’t be the only person to disembark, but as he walked around the station, there was no other sign of life.
To the Southwest: City Park
When Loki had first left the station, he’d found City Hall and the Touism kiosk, but they had seemed almost void of life so instead of really searching that area, he decided orienting himself more fully with the city was a better option. He took note of the location and headed back to the station to choose another exit.
This time, he came up into a large and quite beautiful park. A smile spread across his face unbidden. It immediately reminded him of his favourite place on Asgard: his mother’s garden.
The air was fresh and cool and Loki felt peace like he hadn’t felt in many years. It was all wild and fresh and it made Loki’s heart ache as he thought of Frigga. Though he had started to truly redeem himself just prior to arriving here, he still felt a tremendous amount of guilt over her death. But this park was instantly a happy place for him. It felt like home.
“This is wonderful,” he said aloud without realizing he’d spoken at all, nor that there was someone else nearby.
To the East: A Restaurant
After spending quite a long time in the park, Loki found himself to be quite peckish. After all, between Ragnarok, destroying Hela and Thanos’ attack on their ship, he couldn’t exactly remember when he’d last actually eaten. Nothing more than a protein bar or some nutritious sludge. He might be a god, but he still needed to eat. Though that brought up the question again, was he actually dead? Did the dead get hungry? Many people may have believed him to be dead before, but it had never actually happened.
It didn’t take long, as he wandered the east side of the city, for him to catch the sent of something wonderful cooking. It smelled of a rich stew full of meat and vegetables. Some freshly baked bread, still warm on the side. Following his nose, Loki made his way into the restaurant. He didn’t notice anyone else who might be sitting in the restaurant, instead simply walking straight back into the kitchen and finding a meal already prepared for him.
Loki had never really been in a standard restaurant as humans of Earth might know them, so it didn’t occur to him that this was odd. So he simply served himself the food and carried it to a table. He sat and inhaled the scent with a deep and contented sigh before digging in.
Come One, Come All!
Once his hunger had been sated, Loki continued his exploration of this strange city, still trying to get his bearings, committing the location of certain locations to his memory as he mentally mapped everything out. What he hadn’t expected to find was a Seer. He stood outside the little shop for a moment, looking at the bright neon sign curiously. Psychics weren’t necessarily common on Asgard, but they weren’t unheard of. The strange thing for Loki was he’d thought it was something that the people of Midgard did not believe in, much like magic.
Loki stepped inside after a short moment of contemplation. The shop was small and dark and the smell somehow comforting, reminding him once again of his mother. He spent a few minutes checking out the contents in the jars, but it all seemed rather standard fare for magic users. Nothing here took him by surprise in the least.
As the store was rather small, it didn’t take long for him to make his way back to the fortune teller. He had expected it to be an actual person, but it was becoming clear that wherever he was, it was nowhere he’d ever been before. The statue like seer seemed to come to life, of a sort, as he approached and Loki knew right away he was going to ask something, but what? It seemed like thousands of questions ran through his mind at once. Where is this place? How did I get here? What of Thor and the rest of the Asgardians? What of Thanos and his plan?.
Taking a deep breath, he cleared his mind and asked, “Am I dead?”
The paper printed out for him and he was just about to read it when he was startled by the jingling of a bell indicating that someone else had entered the shop.