Thor: The Dark World Fanfic #33
SPOILERS for Thor: Ragnarok, Thor: The Dark World and Harry Potter!
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Loki’s cell was small, stifling and claustrophobic. To make it worse, two shackles with chains had now been added to it, to bind him to the wall.
He stood in the white room in shock as the guards walked away.
You stupid, stupid, stupid fool! he thought. Did you think she’d keep your secret forever? She has absolutely no loyalty to you!
In an instant, he realised what the alien feeling was: betrayal.
He remembered Aisha’s consoling words. Her concern. How his recovery seemed to be the only thing that was important to her. She had counted on his trust to blind him.
She was more than sly. She was a manipulative, two-faced trickster.
Just like him.
He wondered why he hadn’t seen it before. From the beginning, Aisha had used the very same methods that he liked to use, persuading the people around her to do what she wished, and drawing them into her plot without them knowing it.
“There are no men like me,” he said to himself. How could he have been so wrong?
After a moment, he realised that all his furniture was still wrecked. He walked around slowly, chains clanking, righting the furniture and gathering the broken pieces.
Then he noticed Aisha walking towards his cell.
Loki’s thoughts refused to be coherent. He knew he should hate Aisha. She had paved his path to power, given him hope, and then taken it all away.
But her appearance stopped him short.
Aisha’s eyelids were lowered and her shoulders slumped. She looked like a criminal awaiting judgement.
Loki continued rearranging his furniture.
“I came to say goodbye,” he heard Aisha say softly. “I’m going home.”
“Good.” Loki turned to face her. “Leave. There’s nothing left for you here.”
There was a heavy silence.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Aisha burst out. “I – I hate seeing you like this. I never wanted you to be upset.”
Loki heard his voice rising. “Hasn’t my misery brought you joy? Aren’t they all calling you a hero? This must be the grandest moment in your insignificant little life.”
Aisha was biting her lip, and Loki thought she might cry. “I don’t care if I’m a hero,” she said. “I will never forgive myself for betraying you like that.”
“What about all the people you saved?”
She shook her head. “I should’ve found some other way.”
Loki’s defences were crumbling. It was difficult to berate someone who wasn’t revelling in her victory.
Or was Aisha acting this way to throw him off guard?
“Did you have an adventure?” It was more of a mocking question than a genuine one.
He shrugged. “It’s of no importance to you. You can go home and live your normal life and soon all of this will become like a dream.”
“That’s not true!”
Loki placed all the broken pieces on the floor and walked closer to the glass. “At least you won’t live to regret your blunder.”
“I don’t regret saving you!” cried Aisha. “I just regret not telling everyone earlier. I should’ve chosen differently.” She paused. “And I regret helping you take over Asgard.”
“If it hadn’t been for you, I would have taken over Asgard anyway,” Loki said. “Back in Svartalfheim, I made an illusion of the Kursed killing me. I wanted Thor to believe I was dead. But your spell made my illusion real.”
Aisha stared at him in horror. “This was your plan all along.”
“You got involved for nothing,” Loki said. “You helped no one, you saved no one. Now go home.”
Aisha didn’t move. “I didn’t want Asgard’s respect.”
“Then what were you hoping to gain?”
“A friend,” Aisha said.
Her statement hurt Loki so much he wanted to laugh to cover it up. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
Aisha swallowed, opened her mouth to say something, then swallowed again.
“I knew another man like you,” she blurted out. “He was also looked down on. He also wanted power. So he went to work for a very powerful evil wizard.”
That was not the answer Loki had expected.
“The man was a faithful servant to the wizard, but the wizard only cared about himself,” said Aisha. “When the man was injured and almost died, the wizard didn’t rescue him. Kathleen did.”
Loki could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“The man saved many people.” Aisha paused. “He’s my friend now.”
“Did you stab him in the back as well?” Loki asked spitefully.
“I didn’t have to.”
Loki turned away, pretending to ignore her, so that he could think.
Why wouldn’t her story be true? It explained her actions perfectly.
He vaguely heard Aisha saying goodbye. Turning, he saw that she had opened a portal. She really was going home.
That jarred him. If she wasn’t upset, she wouldn’t be leaving at the height of her glory.
“Aisha!” Her name came out more urgently than he’d intended.
He wanted to know more. But through his jumbled thoughts, he could only manage one question. “That other man … what was his name?”
No change of expression came over Aisha’s face. “Quirinus Quirrell.”
He gave her a slight nod. Then Aisha stepped into the orange light.
When the portal vanished, it occurred to Loki that he hadn’t asked whether she intended to return.
He had nothing but memories of Aisha left. And those memories would form a permanent impression of her, either as his greatest enemy, or his closest friend.
This is the end, but there is also an end credits scene!
Coincidentally, I found this, and I feel it really suits my story: