Loki's Daughter, Mortem and Mischief

Chapter Thirty-Four

Within the first few hours of being queen, I had learned a very valuable lesson. It wasn't very wise to try and fight a millennia old God when you barely had half your vision. Of course, I had decided to learn this the hard way.

Despite barely being able to see, I bolted towards the direction of the ballroom. It was a desperate and fleeting attempt but I figured I had to try. Truly, I didn't want to brandish my powers. Things were already ugly, I knew that. I didn't want to make matters worse by creating personal offenses. If I wanted any chance at assuming innocence, with my father or the TVA, I couldn't hurt them.

However, neither of the men I was up against were tied to such rules.

I tried to run, attempting to get away from the magical grip of my father. But my head was throbbing and my eyes were failing, and though I would never admit it-my Father was a far better sorcerer than I was.

As I stepped forward, I found my feet stuck in place. I looked down, focusing as hard as I could through the fading blindness. My feet seemed to be melting into the floor beneath me as if the marble had become quicksand. As hard as I tried to tear myself out from it, I only seemed to sink faster.

"Can't you see you're being irrational?" my father asked as he walked towards me. His hands were held behind his back with absolute casualness. None of this was difficult for him.

"I really appreciate you using a less forceful way to stop me this time," I said, placing my hands on my hips as I attempted to match his casualness. The blindness was slowly fading, now it wasn't so mcuh dark as it was intense blur. I would need the world's highest prescription glasses to even see a wink.

"If Grimnir is a deserter, he must be dealt with. You as Queen should know that we would treat our soldiers the same way," he lectured, making my ears ring with annoyance.

I ignored him. I didn't care what he had to say at the moment. Afterall, I was sure I would hear his lecturing a thousand times over once I had succeeded. My father's advice could wait, Grimnir could not.

As I struggled to find a way out, another pair of footsteps began to sound throughout the hall. I squinted as hard as I could but could barely make out the figure coming towards us.

"She's feisty, ain't she?" the voice echoed. I didn't need to see to know that Mobius was approaching. Frantically, I looked for a way out. I needed to keep running and I needed to be freed in order to do so.

"This is the end of the line," my Father sighed as he squatted down besides me. I was now waist deep within the floor, the marble was consuming me quickly. Every move I made only made things worse.

"This is unfair, is what it is," I said harshly. I pressed my palms firmly against the marble surrounding me, trying to keep myself up. I certainly didn't want to drown in the floor nor did I want to know what would happen if it ate me up.

My father sighed, rubbing his temples. "The ballroom's straight forward and to the right? Right?" Mobius asked, stuck at a fork between hallways. My father glared down at me, sticking his finger in my face he commanded, "Stay here, no funny business. You're done."

I rolled my eyes as he stood up and began walking towards his friend. His voice boomed as he spewed off directions. As I sunk further and further down into the floor, I realized something. I wiggled my toes beneath me and I could feel air. My ankles and toes were no longer submerged into the floor, surrounded by what felt like thick water. They were completely free.

I smiled as I realized my feet must have gone through to the level beneath us. If I could just get myself all the way through the quick-sand like marble, I would be more than far from Mobius and my Father. Better yet, I would be even closer to Grimnir as the ballroom was a floor below.