Electrostatic

Laufeyson

Laufeyson

"Trust not him whose father, brother or other kin you have slain no matter how young he be, for often grows the wolf in the child." - Volsunga Saga

To loose hope is a sickness. A deep plague that once took hold became fatal rotting the person inside out, it ricochets from person to person. The raw ailment once it claims the leader then their people are sure to suffer. Asgard had rotted inside out their precious royals had given up all hope in every way possible. Given up hope on their own kind and on my kind. There was no honour, bravery, respect remaining those values which they preached for ions no longer applied to them. They did not fight or even run they had locked themselves away and accepted this sorry state of affairs.

But honour is not what this planet needs now, what it needs is a leader. Asgard has to heal and prepare for the inevitable threat that has not been forgotten about. Thanos, the name rang in my mind I cannot ignore the multiple warnings at my feet, the revolution could finally begin. Today we build for the greatest war the universe has ever seen. I now had access to the power of the palace the weapons it possessed both in Odins vault and his prison cells...

I wiped my tears away taking a deep breath... Thor was taken care of and now it was time to take my metaphorical lemons and make metaphorical lemonade.

The same decent down to prisons was just as unpleasant as the first time but now there was no green clouds to mask the floor. His mood had certainly changed or his sanity was fighting back I couldn't be sure of either. I was not very well versed in this brother. Loki's eyes never left mine as soon as I rounded the corner.

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help."

He shifted from his slumped position, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, tucking his loose strands of hair behind his ears.

"Desperate no, opportunistic yes." Putting on an unafraid stance I approach the laser barrier still preventing Loki from his freedom. Toying with the millimetres between my open palm and the bright orange hum; small blue electric sparks jumped between the two. These sparks had been apparent all day they strengthened when I was in the presence of Mjölnir what did all this signify?

"I see, a woman after my own heart... He still lives I can feel it." His voice kept strong, showing little emotion. He created well guarded demeanour suggesting he had composed himself in my absence, his somewhat tidied cell reflected that.

"Not for long, he'll slip away alone as intended." I lazily played with my curls portraying an unbothered state. The less incite to mine and Thors complicated relationship I gave Loki the better. If he legitimately cared enough to save his brother I needed him to show me, I couldn't let that person free. What I needed was the selfish prick, the gloriously green untrustworthy weapon. Not the fragile, broken, little brother looking for love.

He was of no use to me if he listened to his conscience, I needed the strategist the man with the cruel bent mind, the man who would double cross anyone to get what he wants. The man that gets shit done. I needed him to think he had the upper hand, that his obvious ulterior motive to take over Asgard could possibly come true. If he played the pawn in my game; I could use him and his knowledge of Asgard to gain the nine realms support. Bringing Asgard's Warriors back from the stars we needed every person possible in this fight.

A breathy laugh escaped his throat standing up and walking towards me he stopped inches away from the barrier. A playful smirk spread across his face that dimple lazily forming complimenting his gaze as his scanned over my form. Slowly crawling from boot to breast, halting at my eye level. Eyes up here you son of a bitch.