We'll Always Have Paris
Dec. 22nd, 2011 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hlineThor roared with anger and fear as he threw away pieces of cement and steel. He could not find his brother amongst the wreckage of the Metro station. Around him, paramedics carried the groaning bodies of the injured out of the hole that used to be the station and into their ambulances as he uncovered them. Police officers shouted orders as they began to cordon off the massive hole in the street that was all that was left of the station. People screamed and sobbed while the sirens wailed. All of the noise was merely a faint buzz in his ears, though. The only sound he could hear was his own thudding heartbeat as he pulled away more wreckage and did not find his brother’s small body.
The sun was setting before he finally climbed out of the hole, collapsing to his knees amongst the rubble and hanging his head. His brother was not in the rubble of the station. He closed his eyes and breathed shakily, trying to think, something that his brother had always been better at.
Loki had been beside him when the station had collapsed. A lucky blow from several hundred pounds of concrete and steel had knocked him unconscious despite his helmet. When Thor had awoken, there was no one near his body. Sifting through the rubble hadn’t yielded Loki either.
A hand was gently laid upon his shoulder. Looking up, Thor saw it was one of the paramedics that had rushed to the scene.
“You okay, Mister Thor?” he asked.
Looking back down at his hands, Thor sadly shook his head. “No,” he whispered, “I cannot find my brother.”
Thor heard the man shift uncomfortably. “There are some SHIELD agents here, sir. I think they want to talk to you about what happened.” the man said. Thor heard him begin to walk away, then stop. Gravel and glass crunched under the man’s shoes as he walked back.
“Sir?”
Thor looked back up.
“Thank you. You saved a lot of people while you were searching.”
Someone called from the row of ambulances and the man hurried off. Thor looked over to where the injured were sitting and lying down, waiting for an ambulance to take them to the hospital. All around the cordoned-off area, people were helping each other, either handing out food and water, giving people blankets, reporting on the explosion or just holding those who had rushed to see if their relatives had been one of the survivors.
Slowly, Thor stood up. Kneeling amongst the debris would not help him find Loki. He needed to talk to the agents and find out what had happened. Hopefully they would be able to help him.
The crowds parted around him as he walked away from the site of the blast and towards the SHIELD agents that were waiting just beyond the main crush of people.
There were three agents, two men and one woman, all in SHIELD uniform. One of the men was holding a twisted piece of metal and speaking to one of the police officers that had come to the scene while the other two watched.
“This explosion,” Thor rumbled as he stopped in front of them, “do you know what caused it?”
The man who had been speaking to the police officer broke off in mid-sentence and hastily dismissed him before answering. “Thor, is it? I’m Agent Garcia, and these are Agent Schmidt,” he said, nodding at the man, “and Agent Nazarova. I’m afraid we aren’t sure right now who caused the explosion, but we do know what.”
Agent Garcia showed the piece of metal to Thor. Looking it over, he saw nothing that would tell him who made the bomb. It looked like a ball that had been melted and blown open.
“We found it nearby. Do you know of any enemies or supervillains that would do this?”
Thor could feel the agent’s eyes on him. Normally he would feel annoyance at the scrutiny, but all he could summon now was exhaustion as he shook his head. Most of his enemies would not use an explosive and then disappear without challenging him. An empty pit formed in his stomach. His brother was gone, and it was his fault.
A rock bounced off his helmet, jerking him out of his depression. Looking over his shoulder, he saw an unfamiliar young boy in a tuque and a long-sleeved red shirt. Thor could see him holding another small piece of rubble in his hand; his thin limbs were shaking with rage and his face was caked with tears and dust.
“What did you do!” the boy howled, his voice breaking, “What did you do to Serrure!?”
Serrure. Recognition flooded Thor along with heartache. He had not even thought of the other boy that had been working with Loki after he had tossed him to the ground.
“I simply reminded him of who he really was, child,” he said, his voice tired.
“He doesn’t need to be reminded who he is, he is somebody! He’s Serrure!”
“No, he is Loki, and my little brother.”
“Wait, Loki?” Thor heard one of the agents interject, startled.
“Bullshit! You creepy bastards think you can just waltz in and kidnap people while acting the hero!? You and that fucking blonde lady! I bet you aren’t even the real Thor; you’re probably just another clone!”
The boy threw another piece of rubble at Thor. It bounced off of his chest without harming him. He heard the agents behind him shift, preparing to silence the child. The crowd that surrounded the destroyed Metro station was beginning to take notice of the child’s rage, nervously watching for Thor’s reaction.
However, Thor was concentrating on what the boy had said. “A blonde woman, you say?”
“Yeah,” the boy snapped, “she dragged him out of the rubble and took off before anyone else got here. I almost couldn’t recognize him with that dorky outfit on. Then you burst out and started throwing stuff around, trying to look good!”
Thor frowned and looked down, thinking furiously. A blonde woman had taken Loki. Perhaps the Enchantress?
“Boy –“
“It’s Luc, you bastard!”
“Luc, can you describe this woman?”
A few tears slipped from the boy’s eyes; he scrubbed them away, smearing more dirt across his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you know?” he asked
sullenly.
Supressing his irritation at the boy’s distrust, Thor stepped forward and kneeled down to look him in the eye. “I swear by Asgard’s honour, Luc, I did not cause this explosion, and neither was I working with any blonde woman. I merely sought to safely retrieve my little brother and bring him home.”
The boy sniffed and wiped away more tears. He looked uncertain now, as if he wanted to believe Thor but could not quite do so.
Agent Garcia cleared his throat. Looking back, Thor saw that he looked slightly uncomfortable at the boy’s tears.
“If the boy did see someone, we can get a sketch artist to work with his description,” he said shortly. “If a woman did grab your brother, then she might have something to do with the explosion.”
Turning back to the boy, Thor reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Luc, will you help me find Loki?”
The boy looked uncertain. His eyes darted from Thor to the agents. “You’re not police, are you?” he asked the agents suspiciously. “Cuz I don’t want to help and then get thrown in jail.”
Thor tightened his grip slightly. “I swear to you, I will not allow them to arrest you.” He shot a look over his shoulder. All three agents quickly nodded and looked agreeable.
After a long moment, the boy finally nodded. “I’m gone if I see a cell though,” he groused. “And his name is Serrure.”
The sun was setting before he finally climbed out of the hole, collapsing to his knees amongst the rubble and hanging his head. His brother was not in the rubble of the station. He closed his eyes and breathed shakily, trying to think, something that his brother had always been better at.
Loki had been beside him when the station had collapsed. A lucky blow from several hundred pounds of concrete and steel had knocked him unconscious despite his helmet. When Thor had awoken, there was no one near his body. Sifting through the rubble hadn’t yielded Loki either.
A hand was gently laid upon his shoulder. Looking up, Thor saw it was one of the paramedics that had rushed to the scene.
“You okay, Mister Thor?” he asked.
Looking back down at his hands, Thor sadly shook his head. “No,” he whispered, “I cannot find my brother.”
Thor heard the man shift uncomfortably. “There are some SHIELD agents here, sir. I think they want to talk to you about what happened.” the man said. Thor heard him begin to walk away, then stop. Gravel and glass crunched under the man’s shoes as he walked back.
“Sir?”
Thor looked back up.
“Thank you. You saved a lot of people while you were searching.”
Someone called from the row of ambulances and the man hurried off. Thor looked over to where the injured were sitting and lying down, waiting for an ambulance to take them to the hospital. All around the cordoned-off area, people were helping each other, either handing out food and water, giving people blankets, reporting on the explosion or just holding those who had rushed to see if their relatives had been one of the survivors.
Slowly, Thor stood up. Kneeling amongst the debris would not help him find Loki. He needed to talk to the agents and find out what had happened. Hopefully they would be able to help him.
The crowds parted around him as he walked away from the site of the blast and towards the SHIELD agents that were waiting just beyond the main crush of people.
There were three agents, two men and one woman, all in SHIELD uniform. One of the men was holding a twisted piece of metal and speaking to one of the police officers that had come to the scene while the other two watched.
“This explosion,” Thor rumbled as he stopped in front of them, “do you know what caused it?”
The man who had been speaking to the police officer broke off in mid-sentence and hastily dismissed him before answering. “Thor, is it? I’m Agent Garcia, and these are Agent Schmidt,” he said, nodding at the man, “and Agent Nazarova. I’m afraid we aren’t sure right now who caused the explosion, but we do know what.”
Agent Garcia showed the piece of metal to Thor. Looking it over, he saw nothing that would tell him who made the bomb. It looked like a ball that had been melted and blown open.
“We found it nearby. Do you know of any enemies or supervillains that would do this?”
Thor could feel the agent’s eyes on him. Normally he would feel annoyance at the scrutiny, but all he could summon now was exhaustion as he shook his head. Most of his enemies would not use an explosive and then disappear without challenging him. An empty pit formed in his stomach. His brother was gone, and it was his fault.
A rock bounced off his helmet, jerking him out of his depression. Looking over his shoulder, he saw an unfamiliar young boy in a tuque and a long-sleeved red shirt. Thor could see him holding another small piece of rubble in his hand; his thin limbs were shaking with rage and his face was caked with tears and dust.
“What did you do!” the boy howled, his voice breaking, “What did you do to Serrure!?”
Serrure. Recognition flooded Thor along with heartache. He had not even thought of the other boy that had been working with Loki after he had tossed him to the ground.
“I simply reminded him of who he really was, child,” he said, his voice tired.
“He doesn’t need to be reminded who he is, he is somebody! He’s Serrure!”
“No, he is Loki, and my little brother.”
“Wait, Loki?” Thor heard one of the agents interject, startled.
“Bullshit! You creepy bastards think you can just waltz in and kidnap people while acting the hero!? You and that fucking blonde lady! I bet you aren’t even the real Thor; you’re probably just another clone!”
The boy threw another piece of rubble at Thor. It bounced off of his chest without harming him. He heard the agents behind him shift, preparing to silence the child. The crowd that surrounded the destroyed Metro station was beginning to take notice of the child’s rage, nervously watching for Thor’s reaction.
However, Thor was concentrating on what the boy had said. “A blonde woman, you say?”
“Yeah,” the boy snapped, “she dragged him out of the rubble and took off before anyone else got here. I almost couldn’t recognize him with that dorky outfit on. Then you burst out and started throwing stuff around, trying to look good!”
Thor frowned and looked down, thinking furiously. A blonde woman had taken Loki. Perhaps the Enchantress?
“Boy –“
“It’s Luc, you bastard!”
“Luc, can you describe this woman?”
A few tears slipped from the boy’s eyes; he scrubbed them away, smearing more dirt across his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you know?” he asked
sullenly.
Supressing his irritation at the boy’s distrust, Thor stepped forward and kneeled down to look him in the eye. “I swear by Asgard’s honour, Luc, I did not cause this explosion, and neither was I working with any blonde woman. I merely sought to safely retrieve my little brother and bring him home.”
The boy sniffed and wiped away more tears. He looked uncertain now, as if he wanted to believe Thor but could not quite do so.
Agent Garcia cleared his throat. Looking back, Thor saw that he looked slightly uncomfortable at the boy’s tears.
“If the boy did see someone, we can get a sketch artist to work with his description,” he said shortly. “If a woman did grab your brother, then she might have something to do with the explosion.”
Turning back to the boy, Thor reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Luc, will you help me find Loki?”
The boy looked uncertain. His eyes darted from Thor to the agents. “You’re not police, are you?” he asked the agents suspiciously. “Cuz I don’t want to help and then get thrown in jail.”
Thor tightened his grip slightly. “I swear to you, I will not allow them to arrest you.” He shot a look over his shoulder. All three agents quickly nodded and looked agreeable.
After a long moment, the boy finally nodded. “I’m gone if I see a cell though,” he groused. “And his name is Serrure.”