The Threads of Fate [Book 4]

Chapter 10: Unpicking the Tapestry

A man and a woman, both with raven hair and skin still as smooth as it had been in their youth; the aeons they had lived never leaving a trace upon them.

They stood leaning over a bowl of water watching as the fire consumed your body. Wavering a hand over the bowl they searched, hoping to find where your soul may be, finally spotting it falling slowly through the stars. Another wave of a hand and an image of Loki drinking the contents of a vial appeared making the man tut.

"Well this doesn't bode well," he commented.

"No it doesn't." The woman looked at her companion. "If we let him die and he finds out she's no longer there, Ragnarok is the least of our worries. He will burn it all trying to track her down; look at what happened last time."

"If only she had just stayed put then all would be well; but no she had to go and do this!"

"It was all going swimmingly till they locked eyes on that bloody bifrost." The woman pursed her lips in annoyance, before smirking as an idea came to her. "...We could fix this."

"We could." The man nodded thoughtfully. "This may be our opportunity to fix things..."

"A reset?"

"A reset back to before those three got involved," he confirmed.

"But how to do it...?" the woman drawled sarcastically, tapping her finger against her chin in thought, making the man roll his eyes. "What?" she asked innocently, however her smile said otherwise.

"No killing."

"It's the perfect solution."

"And it was Odin choosing that option that got us to this point in the first place."

"Party pooper."

"Let's just just cut to the chase, shall we?" the man asked. "These two threads only though," he warned.

The woman pouted at the warning while the man raised an eyebrow at her. "Fine," she huffed in agreement. "These threads only."

The woman held out her hands and the man grabbed a hold of something between them, something that was invisible to the naked eye and pulled hard.

"You deal with her and I'll deal with him," the woman said.

"Yep." The man nodded in agreement. "Let's just put everything back to the way it was before her arrival and hope that it works."

"Well there's only one way to find out." The woman smiled wickedly as she raised her hand to open a portal and stepped through.

Footsteps sounded out once the woman had left as another walked into the room and towards the bowl. Tutting at the image of Loki they waved a hand and saw you drifting through space making them frown.

"Yes. Let's...fix things," they uttered. Standing up straight they clasped their hands behind their back and looked at the man. "Does she know you had a hand in Sigyn's transportation there?" Nodding their head towards where the woman had vanished.

"No," he answered. "And I would like to keep it that way." Making his way towards the doorway behind him, vanishing as he stepped past its threshold.

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Odin grew worried, the air within the palace had shifted. He knew Loki was still grieving however he was still bound which meant it wasn't his son's seiðr he could feel. Honestly, Odin hated putting that cuff on Loki but he knew of no other way to stop it, your death all but confirmed Ragnarok. Maybe it was the grief of today weighing on his shoulders and not their imminent destruction that he was feeling.