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Brynhildr

Brynhildr

Often is there regret for saying too much, and seldom regret for saying too little.

- The Saga of Hrafnkel Freysgothi

I have no doubt in my mind there would be no harm in Loki seeing his brother unsupervised he was incapable of lifting Mjolnir he could never live up to its commandments. Thor proved to be unworthy and I was certain he would meet his end on that cold marble floor. I anticipated him to want end Thors suffering, assuming he would want to see Thor first but Loki remained reserved and simply followed in toe towards Odins vault. There must be something there he required first. Once I had the bangle I would be difficult to over power so I wasn't worried about Loki pulling a fast one.

The last time I was here I was filled with so much wonder and joy listening to Thor describe every artefact that resides in these Labyrinth long corridors, well if not a little bored after a while. There are so many useful weapons here I would be a fool not to use them in the upcoming war. Although the people I would entrust them with would have to be worthy. It also suggested Ódin was more of a hoarder than anything.

"So what catches your fancy Iver? The orb of Agamotto? Or the tablet of life and time, ooo! I know what about a Warlocks eye! All these weird and wonderful toys to reek havoc with how brilliant." I couldn't quite tell if he was making fun of me or genuinely excited to have free reign over his fathers war trophies.

Loki almost skipped as we passed a large amount black blades pinned to the wall, all shapes and sizes, they looked more like stones than metal. Chipped and carved into razor sharp edges they reminded me of flint arrow heads, something so beastly cavemen would have been proud. Held up by golden pins there were daggers, long swords, spears, fighting blades, throwing blades every weapon imaginable.

They were so  hauntingly beautiful they stopped me in my tracks some looked like giant teeth, how had I not noticed them when I first visited the vaults? I had many steel weapons from all corners of the world, the Alfheim weaponry barracks were extensive but nothing compared to Odins Vault, it truly was a playground for the wicked.

"Well out of all the shiny pretty things down here you came for the dragon glass?" Loki made a snarky comment, well at least his knowledge is coming in useful.

"No... there is something I desire here but I cannot deny they are captivatingly dark. Dragon glass? Is that was they are all made from glass?" He joined my side then brushing my shoulder as he approached the wall of hung weapons.

"They're Obsidian blades an igneous rock, they're formed by the rapid cooling of viscous lava from volcanoes. However these particular blades are quite unique they were sealed with Jormungandr's venom." Loki's face contorted with a regretful wince.

"We had Obsidian on earth my friends had jewellery made from the stuff, I recall visiting history museums and seeing primal weapons similarly carved of flint." I lifted a small dagger from its perch twisting it in the light the texture glinting at every divot in the blade.

"What a preposterous waste of such a dangerous stone. Obsidian is a protective stone it shields against dark energies, it's said to draw out evil absorb it from its victims. Elders on Midgard used it against the god Moder, protecting them from her mind control... those were extremely dark days." His anguish clear on his face and voice cracking throughout. I was about to bring my finger tip to run along the sharpened edge when Loki forcefully grabbed my wrist.

"Have you lost the ability to listen Girl? Remember the part with the venom?" His one eyebrow raised in a patronising way.

"Right of course... who was Jormungandr?" I placed the weapon carefully back on the wall.