Thaw (MCU//PJO)

Chapter 7

"Perseus Jackson," it had been several hours since the second day of the trial began and, after about twenty minutes of murmured conversation between the royal family, trying to decide Percy's fate, Odin had silenced the hall and began to speak again. Percy couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You have terrorised Asgard-"

"Social experiment," Percy muttered, earning a kick in the stomach from a guard. He smirked. "Worth it."

"Silence!" Odin snapped. Percy's grin turned to a wide, accepting smile. "You have killed innocents-"

"So have you," he shot back, earning another kick.

"You have been open about the fact that you planned to kill me-"

"Still do."

"For this, I sentence you to life in the deepest cells Asgard's dungeon, alone and wasting away to nothingness."

"Very original."

"Take him away to 1.78," Odin commanded. The guards grabbed him by the chains and pulled him away. Loki muttered something to his father, descending the stairs to follow. As they were walking, Percy took note of the turns they took, paying specific attention to the way people exiting the hall went. It was an exit; a ticket out of here.

This time the walking took longer than usual, descending down more stairs until the air smelled like damp and the temperature dipped deeper than Percy's lightning scars. This place hadn't been used in a long time. Plants hugged every stone in sight and the sound of leaking water echoed through the chamber.

When Percy thought they couldn't walk anymore, they came across a cell much older and grubbier than the one he'd been in before. It was made of stone and the bars that made up the door were made of what looked like celestial bronze. How had the Asgardians come across this? He was thrown inside quickly after his chains were removed, the door slammed and locked behind him. Percy glared at the guards as they walked away, not noticing Loki had stayed behind.

"You're probably wondering why you're still alive," he said, startling Percy.

"Not really. I know I'm too pretty to die," he grinned.

"You're never going to see the light of day again and yet all you can do is smile."

"I admire your optimism," Percy said sarcastically.

"Death is too good for you," Loki looked at him like he was the gum on his shoe. Did Asgardians have gum?

"Nothing's too good for me, sweetheart," he dismissed, then grinned again. "I'm too good for death."

"Stop calling me that."

"Or what?"

Loki went silent, clenching his fists. Then his eyes widened as he realised Percy had rooted him to the spot with his own blood. "Let go of me, Percy."

Percy grinned at the sound of his name coming out of Loki's mouth. It sounded natural, almost as if his voice was made specifically by the Fates only to say it. "Say that again."

"Let me go," he protested, hardly able to move. Percy laughed at this, holding out his hand and lowering it. Loki gasped as he fished the keys to the cell out of his pocket and unlocked it, the door swinging open.

"Here's what's going to happen," Percy's expression turned serious, taking the keys from Loki. "I'm going to get Jason out of that cell upstairs and walk out the front doors like nothing ever happened. You're going to distract the guards by bringing them all the way down here and telling them I've escaped. Lock them in these cells and then you'll never have to see me again. Do this seamlessly and I'll spare your life- if not, I'll sever all your arteries and you'll bleed internally to death. Are we clear?"