𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

4│HOLD ME IN THE DARKNESS

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ꒱


❝ HE UNDERESTIMATES THE
SIZE OF HIS HEART /  HE CAN
BE LAUGHING BUT HE'S GOT
ENOUGH PAIN TO FILL UP
NEW YORK CITY ❞

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A S G A R D

The Warriors, Sif, Eleanora and Loki had gathered in one of the palace's antechambers as they recovered from the news of Thor's banishment. For her part, the Star couldn't believe that the prince was gone. He'd been a pillar of Asgard for so long that it was hard to imagine the realm without him. Not only that, but she truly loved him as a brother and while she was aware of his. . . lesser qualities, she still missed his exuberant presence. Their small group seemed to lose some of the natural joy that came with being in Thor's company— though that could also be because they were all worried about his fate.

"We should never have let him go," Volstagg determined from his seat farthest away from them. Despite their reeling feelings, he unsurprisingly held a goblet of wine in his hand.

Even Eleanora, who didn't go on all of their adventures, knew that there was no changing Thor's mind once he'd made it up. "We couldn't have stopped him even if we tried. At least we went with him so there was a better chance for him to make it out alive."

"The little wife speaks truthfully," Fandral agreed. "At least he is only banished and not dead— which is what we'd all be if that guard hadn't told Odin where we'd gone."

"How did the guard even know?" the red-haired warrior asked.

The blonde glanced over at her husband with obvious concern written on her face. He pretended not to notice her look and kept his eyes on his hand— the one that had turned blue under the Frost Giant's touch. Loki looked over at them. "I told him."

"What?"

Unbothered, the dark-haired prince shrugged. "I told him to go to Odin after we'd left. He should be flogged for taking so long. We should never have reached Jotunheim."

That, of course, did not go over well with Thor's friends. Outraged, Volstagg exclaimed, "you told the guard?"

"I saved our lives, and Thor's. I had no idea father would banish him for what he did."

Ever defensive of the crown prince, Sif rose to her feet— though even with their differences, Eleanora couldn't blame her; she would have argued for her husband's return, had their positions been switched. "Loki, you must go to the Allfather and convince him to change his mind."

"And if I do, then what?" he demanded. "I love Thor more dearly than any of you, but you know what he is. He's arrogant. He's reckless. He's dangerous. You saw how he was today. Is that what Asgard needs from its king?"

Apparently finished with the conversation, Loki stalked out of the room. The blonde made to follow him and order him to explain his odd behavior— well, even more odd than what was usual for the God of Mischief— but she stopped in her tracks as Sif spoke again.

"He may speak of the good of Asgard, but he's always been jealous of Thor."

Silvery light burst into existence around Eleanora's being as she marched up to the brunette. Her voice was low in warning when she spoke next: "have care about what you say next, Lady Sif. You are toeing a very precarious line."

Eyeing her with some apprehension, Volstagg quickly offered, "we should be grateful to him; he saved our lives."

"Laufey said there were traitors in the House of Odin," Hogun pointed out lowly. "A master of magic could bring three Jotuns into Asgard."