Thaw (MCU//PJO)

Chapter 9

Percy was growing restless again.

It had been weeks since his escape. He was holding the prince hostage, sure, but Jason was being held hostage by the Asgardians. If what Loki said was true about not being cared about by the Asgardians, who was really suffering the bigger loss here? The Asgardians had millions of men compared to Jason and Percy, who had no one. Besides, Percy was no closer to killing Odin. Nothing had changed for the better. Hardly anything had changed at all.

He needed to do something big, something unexpected. Something like the gala. He needed a way for Asgard to suffer massive losses, a way for them to realise Percy wasn't weak because he'd been arrested. He was strong, he'd escaped, he was to be feared and trembled before. He was dangerous, a murderer and, above all, practically a god. He didn't quiver away from his powers as he once did, he embraced them. Yes, he was a god. Not even the fates could stop that now.

Percy knew Loki had no way of escaping Olympus. The only ways out were the metaphysical gateways he'd created that only he could open with his powers. So, checking that the Asgardians prince was still asleep, he opened one, stepping into Asgard.

It started out with several small villages. He wiped them out one by one, stopping when he reached eleven villages completely dead. Then he took to the capital city, Valaskialf. It was the middle of the night and guards were on patrol, walking in threes down the streets.

Percy closed his eyes and felt every blood system in the city. He knew them all now, and he knew that he could kill them all at any given moment. He killed one hundred people- simply a tragedy that the city of millions would forget in a week. He suffocated guards at the palace door until they passed out, deciding to spare their lives for the time being. Taking a sword, he carved a message into the wooden doors.

11 villages=11 Olympians.
Will your beloved  Valaskialf represent the 12th?
Until you hand over Jason, 100 people in this city will die each night.
You have been warned.
Lots of love, Percy Jackson ♡

Satisfied, he opened a gateway and stepped through it, shutting it behind him. Loki was sitting on a piece of rubble and recoiled away when he saw Percy was covered in blood.

"It's not mine," said Percy shortly, running a hand through his hair which was sticky with the thick, red substance.

"That's not what I'm worried about," Loki stood, slowly backing away. "What did you do?"

"Sent your father a warning."

"Seems like it was more than just a warning," the prince commented. "You really don't feel remorse for anyone you've killed?"

"Nope. Not when I know your people showed none for mine," Percy shrugged as if it was nothing, as if murder was something which he did every day, almost like a sport or hobby. In a way, he supposed that was what killing was slowly becoming to him. That was frightening but, at the same time, extremely liberating. The only things holding him back from a full-blown genocide was guilt. If he got rid of that, murdering Odin would be that much easier. For it wasn't the Asgardian people Percy loathed, he understood most of them had no part in the murder of his family. The only thing he had his focus fixed on was Odin, the ringleader; the greedy, devious, murderous king behind the slaughter. "Besides, you should be thanking me. They'll give me back Jason soon enough. I know it."

"When will you understand my family does not partake in trades?" Loki asked. "No matter who you have killed or what you have done, they won't give into you. They'll find us and bring us back, killing the former commander and imprisoning you."

"Trust me, sweetheart, you'll be out of this place soon."

*

Jason could hardly even open his eyes with how tired and sore they were. Blood had pooled in one, making his vision murky and red, whereas the other was swollen almost shut. Still, he attempted to look up at whoever had entered the cell. It was Amora, which made Jason sigh in frustration. Her visits were growing more frequent, her torture more brutal. This was the reason behind why Jason had practically had a stroke when Amora had spoken.