Post by TruffleHead on Jan 13, 2013 17:27:48 GMT -5
Here's my random Coulson- Einherjar drabbling. :) Thought I'd share. It takes place way in the future in my multichapter Siki thing, but what's going on is pretty obvious.
“You’re going to lose.” The Midgardian’s voice came from behind him, and he turned, giving him his full attention.
“Oh, really?” Loki said, amused more than anything else. He almost admired the way humans never seemed to lose hope, to give up. “Your heroes are scattered,” he pointed out, “your floating fortress falls from the sky-- tell me, where is my disadvantage?” Loki stubbornly refused to let his mind wander over to his emotional disadvantages. He had promised himself a long time ago he would not think her name again.
“You lack conviction.” Coulson said quietly, although his voice was firm, and his finger activated the weapon lazily held in his lap.
Loki saw it coming. The move was obvious. His mind, however, was too busy to think of diving out of the way. He lacked conviction? Was that really what they thought he lacked? The weapon’s force collided with him, and he was thrown painfully across the room. It was a meager force compared to a blow from Mjollnir, but it was painful nonetheless.
Plus he sort of smashed through a solid wall (well, what other kind of walls are there, really) and, well, that wasn’t really all that comfortable either.
Conviction, though. Was his only thought as he struggled to right himself, his body on fire in more ways than one.
He wasn’t really angry, not yet, just an eerie slows- down- time sort of confusion. He left Coulson where he lay against the wall- he could sense the man’s life on this world was coming to an end soon- and headed towards the aircraft that waited for him.
That is, until he ran into a girl in his path.
His first thought was a wandering Midgardian, (Midgardians do that) but then he noticed the large pair of wings.
And the annoyingly smug expression.
Valkyries. He thought with an internal groan. Come here to bring another one of these Midgardians’ souls to the palace of Valhalla. God they were annoying.
“Who is it this time?” He deadpanned to Mist, who just looked back at him looking incredibly pleased with herself.
“One of yours, actually,” Mist said slyly, trying to bait him to actually be interested.
“Really?” He asked, his voice flat. “How interesting.”
She refused to be discouraged. “His name is Phil Coulson. He was stabbed in the back while he took on- by himself- the deadliest threat on the whole ship. The courage! And, after that, he delivered another blow to the very same threat-- after he was cut down!”
There was a pause.
“You really think I’m the deadliest threat on this whole ship? How nice of you, dear.” He moved to get around her.
Yes, it was interesting that Coulson would soon join the Einherjar, and it’s not like that was a common occurrence, but he had much bigger things to deal with at the moment. Bigger things than smug Valkyries.
Mist scoffed. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
Loki rolled his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept.
What a silly suggestion.
“You’re going to lose.” The Midgardian’s voice came from behind him, and he turned, giving him his full attention.
“Oh, really?” Loki said, amused more than anything else. He almost admired the way humans never seemed to lose hope, to give up. “Your heroes are scattered,” he pointed out, “your floating fortress falls from the sky-- tell me, where is my disadvantage?” Loki stubbornly refused to let his mind wander over to his emotional disadvantages. He had promised himself a long time ago he would not think her name again.
“You lack conviction.” Coulson said quietly, although his voice was firm, and his finger activated the weapon lazily held in his lap.
Loki saw it coming. The move was obvious. His mind, however, was too busy to think of diving out of the way. He lacked conviction? Was that really what they thought he lacked? The weapon’s force collided with him, and he was thrown painfully across the room. It was a meager force compared to a blow from Mjollnir, but it was painful nonetheless.
Plus he sort of smashed through a solid wall (well, what other kind of walls are there, really) and, well, that wasn’t really all that comfortable either.
Conviction, though. Was his only thought as he struggled to right himself, his body on fire in more ways than one.
He wasn’t really angry, not yet, just an eerie slows- down- time sort of confusion. He left Coulson where he lay against the wall- he could sense the man’s life on this world was coming to an end soon- and headed towards the aircraft that waited for him.
That is, until he ran into a girl in his path.
His first thought was a wandering Midgardian, (Midgardians do that) but then he noticed the large pair of wings.
And the annoyingly smug expression.
Valkyries. He thought with an internal groan. Come here to bring another one of these Midgardians’ souls to the palace of Valhalla. God they were annoying.
“Who is it this time?” He deadpanned to Mist, who just looked back at him looking incredibly pleased with herself.
“One of yours, actually,” Mist said slyly, trying to bait him to actually be interested.
“Really?” He asked, his voice flat. “How interesting.”
She refused to be discouraged. “His name is Phil Coulson. He was stabbed in the back while he took on- by himself- the deadliest threat on the whole ship. The courage! And, after that, he delivered another blow to the very same threat-- after he was cut down!”
There was a pause.
“You really think I’m the deadliest threat on this whole ship? How nice of you, dear.” He moved to get around her.
Yes, it was interesting that Coulson would soon join the Einherjar, and it’s not like that was a common occurrence, but he had much bigger things to deal with at the moment. Bigger things than smug Valkyries.
Mist scoffed. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
Loki rolled his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept.
What a silly suggestion.
