Hello everybody! :D
Okay. Here is yet another installment in the saga of Veronica and Loki (Damn, that sounded hokey, didn't it? Oh well)
As with "Out of Silence" the first few chapters will be from third person POV to set the stage. Then we will move back into the Veronica and Loki perspective.
Another thing… yeah this is an X-men cross over with Thor. I didn't want to put it in the crossover section seeing as the first two stories were strictly Thor and Avengers stuff. You all can live with that, right? O.O most of it will be Avengers but… yeah. Didn't want to make anyone mad…
So. Without further ado, I give you the third installment of Veronica and Loki, "Lie to Me"
The long, cold hallway was brightly lit with fluorescent lights as a tall man sauntered down it. As the figure passed in front of a window, the man caught a glimpse of his reflection and suppressed an evil grin. A pointed nose, high cheek bones, and aristocratic pallor provided the basic features as well as collar length, black hair slicked back in an almost comical fashion.
The man kept walking down the hall, encountering no one. A smirk passed over ghastly thin lips as the man made it to the end of the hallway. A huge vault door, at least ten feet in width was embedded in the white sheetrock.
The man moved a booted foot to tap the sleeping guard awake… and smirked to see the look of utter surprise.
"Mr.- um- Laufeyson," the guard sputtered, trying to get up. "I- uh- you aren't authorized to be down here, sir."
The smirk reappeared as a gloved hand raised high over Loki's head, a knife appearing out of nowhere, and descended quickly into the guard's head.
Just like that, the old security guard fell to the ground. With nimble fingers, Loki typed in a code onto a huge keypad next to the vault door. With a hiss, the door opened wide and a blast of cold air creeped out.
The man walked into the freezer-like space, scanning the area for what he was there for. His eyes landed on the one crate in the room.
Walking up to it, he felt power surge from it.
Grabbing a random pry-bar, the man flipped the lid off with relative ease. When he looked inside, a red-glow cast over his face… and for the slightest second, yellow irises glowed where green eyes should have been. But that was over quickly as he reached in for the glowing red orb.
Stowing it in his cape, he turned on his heel, walked past the dead guard, down the hallway, and stopped to wait for the elevator. He made sure to look up at the security camera now trained on him before he stepped through the sliding doors.
When the elevator doors opened again, Loki strode out into the lobby of Avenger Tower.
Just as Loki made it to the front desk of the lobby of SHIELD headquarters, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Hey!" a man of medium height with dark hair and goatee was coming up behind him. "What the hell do you think you're doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on maternity leave with your sweetheart? I'll have you know that getting that beach house for you two wasn't exactly a piece of cake."
Loki rolled his eyes at the human… then proceeded to kick him square in the chest, sending him back a good distance. He collided with the front desk, falling over unconscious. Once again, the figure looked up into a security camera, ensuring the face of Loki Laufeyson would be seen.
Taking out the front desk guard was too simple, really. A knife to the chest and Loki was home free with the precious item of interest tucked safely away. A black sedan waited a few blocks down. The man slipped inside, telling the driver to go.
It was a good thing too. Because, right as the sirens started and the get-away car took off, the pale skin of Loki Laufeyson seemingly melted from the thief that had just penetrated SHIELD and revealed skin of a deep blue complexion, marked by intricate tattoos.
Emerald green eyes turned to gold as the transformation came to a completion and ebony hair turned bright red.
"Well done, my dear. Well done," an old, grandfatherly voice came from her right.
"It was nearly too easy," the mutant said arrogantly.
"Ah. My dear Mystique. Do you ever learn? Never wish for harder battles. The harder ones will come soon enough. Phase one is now complete. We have the last hybrid egg. Now we wait." As the man said this, he pulled the glowing red orb from the sac.
Mystique allowed herself a small smile to cross her blue lips and gold eyes glinted in the dark interior of the car. "Yes sir."
Loki sat upright in bed, burying his face in his hands and wiping sweat form his brow. He had been certain that something was amiss, but everything seemed right as rain now that he was fully awake. He looked over to Veronica, sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks.
Rose's room was quiet for once, and Loki got up to check on his sleeping daughter.
The baby was now six months old, just starting to hold her head up. Long dark eyelashes splayed out over her cheeks and she had a thumb in her mouth. Her other hand was open, revealing the small blue circle marked on it.
Loki stroked her cheek with a long finger and her little face twitched reflexively at his touch. He let out a small smile as he brought his hand back up. Asleep she looked so much like him, but when those little crystal blue eyes opened all he could see was his wife, Veronica.
Turning to head back down the hall, he let out a sigh of relief. Everything was fine. Nothing was going to change that. Oberon was long gone and so was Hel. Everything should have been fine, right? But then why did he still have a sinking feeling that things were about to get much worse. Far worse than they ever had…
Annnndddd cue the dramatic music! Reviews are appreciated, guys :D
The actual chapters will be much longer, just to let yall know... so...