Don't Play With the Dead

Summary: How do you bring a God back from the dead? As Loki lies in the dark world, Svartalfheim, dead, a mysterious figure comes with a purpose to bring the God of Mischief to life. But there are always consequences when you play with the dead. How does Ragnarok enter if Loki awoken differently? AU. Dark!Loki. Post-TDW.

Author's Note: I don't think there are many people who ponder how Loki survived. Not that this theory of mine is what I believed in the canon. I believed Loki just staged his death. This is some way an October celebration – Halloween! Especially Tom Hiddleston's film "The Crimson Peak". I decided to write something a little dark. I had this idea weeks ago, a mental image of some figure bringing Loki back from the dead, and not in a good way. I was bored. Even though I am currently working on a Loki-centric fanfic that is coming next year. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Happy Halloween!

"What is Death?"

Prologue

Over the dead plains and ruins, a lone body lying in the middle of the field. He had a messy black hair, dusty black and green outfit with boots. The skin was strange, for it had the shade of grey. Cracks on the edges like a dry land, black veins hidden that run from his throat to the side of his face.

It was the second Prince of Asgard.

Was.

The body had been on the field for the past few days now. Days since Thor and Jane left the body off to save the Nine Realms. A body which continued to lie on the ground as the storm came.

Nobody had come for the body of the God of Mischief.

Nobody.

As time ticks passed, a figure enters the dark world by using one of the portals. Boots crunched against the sandy grounds, marching across the dead ruins. His black cloak flowing behind him, a hood pulled over his face.

The figure stopped when he reached Loki's dead body, then he knelt down beside it. His metal arm rose over Loki's chest. He didn't touched the body. It was unclear what the figure was doing. One might interpret he's scanning the body, maybe looking for life signs.

The arm went to his side, and stood still studying the body. Head cocked to the side, the figure reached inside his cloak and pulled out a pouch filled with orange sands. He patiently took a pile of it and then threw it to the body.

Then he came closer, and placed his metal hand on the dead's face.

…

The skies darkened as time passed. The figure knelt in the same position, with his hands on his lap.

There were lights floating around the figure and Loki.

Soon, the figure pulled out a golden goblet, holding it as if it was sacred. It was filled with dark blood. He slowly lifted it to Loki's grey lips, and poured it to the mouth, even though he was dead.

After he set the empty goblet down, he waited patiently. And soon enough, the wind seemed to blow faster around him, which pulled back his black hood revealing a metal mask. Whispers filled the land that nobody could ever catch, the wind seemed to be dancing around the figure and the body.

A crack of thunder echoed the dead realm and light flew from the top of the skies. Flowing down almost gently. The light was the most beautiful thing in the Dark World. Glowing in white hue and the feeling of serene when one was near of it.

The light joined with the wind, circling the figure. Echoes heard seemed to be coming from the light. It sounded musical and calm if anyone asked. The light headed towards the dead body, it seemed almost hesitant but then the light entered the body like a big snap.

Green eyes flew open, the Trickster sat up faster than a lighting.

And then scream echoed through the realm.