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Valaskjalf

Valaskjalf

"It is better to fight and fall than to live without hope." - The saga of the Volsungs

I turned my back leaving the prisons, Prince loki had ceased from screaming and the green fog had lifted. His silence could giveaway my arrival. l can only hope his brother doesn't care to notice which is highly likely.

After witnessing what state Thor had let this kingdom succumb to, the treatment of my people and his. I wholeheartedly once believed him to be honourable, however considering the ways in which he has tortured his own brother; it is hard to imagine he had any redeeming qualities left. There cannot be any compassion existing within the man.

Thor is no god, nor is he immortal. He was incapable of being king even if his life depended on it and today it undoubtably did. I will not standby and let this sickening false god destroy any more of this kingdom than he already has. The coward king shall bleed.

Something didn't feel right, I knew what I was doing had to be done. Yet every goosebump was on show, every hair on end. Everything I touched passing through the halls en route towards the Valaskjalf (the historic throne room), produced static shocks, my finger tips playing with the sparks.

A myriad of questions and thoughts are coursing through my mind;

What would Thors reaction be to my arrival, how would he reply to my threat of revolution would he willingly give up the throne?

My hands are steady and my breath even, my heart beats a rhythmic low thud. The gargantuan throne room doors stood clamped shut three inches from my outstretched arms. Small light blue shocks jumped between the carved, floral, flourished door and my fingertips. Is this him, this tense feeling? Or am I just more ready than I'll ever be to confront the one person that holds answers to so many of my questions.

If love was so powerful, why couldn't I sense his presence? All these novels of lovers having mythical powers of connection. If our love was so important why did he never fight for it. If what Nessi said was true; "Be kind and Just, love others as you would like to be loved. You may call on your skills but love is most important of all."

Did I still retain those selfish notions of him as my eternal love, did I yearn for this man? Was I a fanciful romantic or a mercenary? I was concerned the mere sight of him would cause my abilities to falter. Could this be the large challenge set by the Vanir because it sure felt like my future was on the other side of this door and I had a choice right now possibly the most important one I have made in my life.

I have a choice between salvation or selfishness.

Why would my personal affections be more important than the freedom of an entire race, to tell the truth I haven't got a clue how I feel towards Thor. Far too much time has passed and so many things have changed since the last time we saw each other.

I have changed as a person although I'm unsure if that was forced upon me by the light elves, or did I adapt to my new role in the position I've been forced into.

I'm stronger... not as fragile. I'm a trained killer and good enough to kill a would-be god.

Palms flat, poised on the cold solid wood. I sent the doors flying crashing wide into the thick inside walls, the settled dust bellowed into the air in swirling plumes down the throne room. Executing a thrilling dramatic entrance, strutting along the lengthy expanse of marble and there.. lurched over in full tarnished armour Thor.

His aged worn face showed no revelation, he simply fixed his gaze on mine with a blank expression. I couldn't help but experience a pulling feeling of disappointment at his lack lustre reaction. Certainly love didn't act like this.. although my presence was not intended to be a welcome one.