Consulting A God (Starter for Hexcellent
There were and are many legends surrounding the one known as the Norse god, Loki. The god of mischief, the trickster god, the god of lies and chaos. In reality, he belonged to the people of Asgard, the Aesir. The Nordic peoples of Midgard set legends and stories around the All-Father, Odin as well as Thor and Loki. They were powerful and had their own special abilities.
The Asgardians were the greatest warriors and the guardians and protectors of the Nine Realms. Loki was the younger brother and always living in the shadow of his brother, Thor. His brother was the ‘golden boy’. He could do no wrong. He was the great warrior and brought glory and pride to Asgard. Though Loki was quite capable with daggers in a fight, the raven-haired Prince preferred using magic. He was actually one of the most skilled sorcerers in the Nine Realms.
His entire life he had been lied to about who he truly was. The young Prince was brought up to believe that he was an Asgardian and that he was an heir to the throne just as much as Thor. Odin kept the truth hidden from him. Much later, he discovered that he was really a Frost Giant. Such anger and betrayal tore at his being, at his very soul. Nothing in his life was as it seemed.
The anger, the feelings consumed him. A need for revenge. Midgard became his haven, of sorts. Though he had other plans in mind. Plans for all of the Nine Realms. Loki had time and needed allies to set the plan in motion. The god of mischief and chaos was about to truly live up to his name as he ‘made a deal with the devil’ as humans would say. He was given the means to fully and finally see his ambitions realized.
The god came so close. Painfully close but his dreams remained just outside his grasp. Instead, he now found himself a prisoner of sorts and at the disposal of those who stopped him from achieving his goals. Thor decided the best way for his brother to make amends was to work as a consultant for the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. The blonde oaf wasn’t the brightest but it saved Loki’s neck from a literal chopping block and ruffled feathers of those he despised.
His help was always reluctant. His attitude is the usual smart ass demeanor. This day, Thor asked for his expertise with a magical issue. This immediately drew Loki's interest though the raven-haired god continued to feign indifference and boredom as his brother filled him in on the details of this young woman named Wanda. “Fine.” He drew the small word into multiple syllables and accompanied him to observe this phenomenon.
Loki had observed her before without being noticed by her. Anyone with her abilities would fascinate the god of mischief. He wondered if her magical abilities exceeded his own. Finally, his time was not being completely wasted. This time was different as he slowly approached the young woman. The hint of a smile slowly appeared. The trickster god could be very charming when he wanted to be. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Loki.” He bowed slightly toward her.