In Times of Trouble
A Supernatural, Thor, Star Trek Crossover
"What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?"
- George Orwell
Thor knew his brother, in all forms, and there was a curl of lips and twisting of words in this new man that had to be Loki. But it was a form Thor had not seen before, and strange. Loki was a prideful god when grown, and no matter what disguise he assumed with his shifting magics (excepting when he chose the form of a child or animal in which to spy) the god of mischief was always tall, strong, dark and beautiful.
The man walking with his brother made small was of no great stature. His head barely came to Thor's chest, his hair was a sandy shade neither red nor gold, a sort of common brown, and there was little care taken in his appearance. Thor would bet the treasury the foreign trickster had not seen the inside of a sparring ring in - centuries.
"I do not like it," Sif, beautiful and gore-splattered Sif, hissed. Thor could see her eyes turn to the caged power where it continued the jerking movement of aborted attack. Spots of battle still went on, here and there, but Asgard's Victory was only a matter of time, now. "Not even your father could have worked such power."
Thor doubted that statement. Could and Would were two different things, his older Loki had taught that lesson, and Odin was great. However; the AllFather's mind turned toward bloody solutions more often than not.
"He means us no harm." Thor replied, mouth twisting in concern as Loki reborn handed something dark, sharp, and ephemeral to the new Loki who was smiling as he held it aloft. A strange tinny, almost trumpeting sounded out.
Sif scowled and turned, sinking her blade into croaking throat of a ruby skinned fae in an act of both mercy and practicality. "A fish does not mean to swim, but it does."