"You have yet to actually be of assistance, Prin- my King." You say as you pick up the crown Laufey left sitting on the seat of the throne. You spin it around in your hands and looked up at Laufey's old Steward, the Jotun flushed and ran off to sound an alarm. Loki passed by you like a cool breeze that was so commonplace on Jotunheim, but his held another presence. He takes a seat on the throne, giving it a feel, grasping the armrests before getting comfortable. He rests his head against his hand and spreads his legs out.
The citadel doors swing open, despite their large size and weight. Jotun funnel in to get a look at the carnage from the battle that transpired. The air was filled with the chatter and rumors of exactly what had happened. Seeing the absence of Laufey and the shattered piles of ice across the hall, the Jotun drop to one knee, from the front of the room to the back, like a delayed reaction to what had happened. Their kneeling became a bow to their new king. You both look outside at the sea of blue. Loki smiles that mischeifious smile of his. You walk from behind the throne to a bit on the side, in front of it.
"Look at them, but hear to my words" you whisper behind you to catch the ear of the King.
"Speak" Loki commands while still acknowledging the kneeling Jotun.
"Always skillfully manipulate your pieces, that's how the king survives, how you survive. Use any piece within your reach, the knight, the rook, any of them. Even if the bodies of your pawns pile up underneath your throne along with your sins, you must not lose because if the king falls – the game is over. If it is your wish, I will follow you anywhere, even if your throne crumbles and your shiny crown turns to rust. Even if the bodies pile up endlessly. I will be forever beside you untill you lie down softly, until I hear the words 'check mate'
Under your orders and yours alone, I am to be your Knight and your Rook, your Pawn and your sword. So please, move me to check."
Your voice was full of eagerness and maybe even a hint of bloodlust, looking back at Loki sitting behind you. Though the headdress and the illuminating light mostly shielded your eyes, Loki seemed to look deep into your conscience. He nods while making a swift gesture with his hand, "En passant" he says in a soft voice. You make a slight bow with your head before excusing yourself and walk to a large, grey stone door, your study. As the door closes behind you, a giant smile flashes on your face.
"A dragon, yes, but it wasn't Xernitras, I have never actually came across this beast" you make your way over to one of the tables that held all the sprawled about books. Yes, your spirits have names, no, you didn't name them, they have their own names, some from legends and myths, some just because they mean something in another language.
"conjuration control" was written at the top of a book in thick, black calligraphy of an old scarlet book. You grab it off the table and plop yourself down into a chair.
"Let's see here" you begin to mutter to yourself as your eyes search the pages as you begin to flip through them. Your headpiece retracted into its non-battle phase. You mutter your readings aloud, "when summoning, what you bring forth doesn't simply appear out of thin air, spirits are kept in another Dimension, what you open when you bring forth such creatures is known as Orion's Gate.' Yea yea, I get this stuff, this is the basics, but where is…." You run your finger across the ebony letters searching for a specific passage. "Ah hah! Okay here we go, lets see, 'The stronger the Summoner, the more powerful the spirits they have control over can be, but even a novice Summoner can bring a larger-scaled creature forward, but without adequate skill on the Summoner's part, the creature won't be able to make the crossover completely, or will send itself back within a very short time of summoning. But the Summoner can keep a creature tangible for as long as his strength allows.
The highest rank of Summoner, the Arch Magus, still had to start somewhere. The first tier of summoning includes Faeries, Sprites, and the like, the weakest creatures by far. The second tier focuses on recycling shells. Using an empty vessel and letting a spirit inhabit it for a period of time. There is a large skill gap between Tier 2 and 3, and because of this, very few Summoners even make it thus far. Tier three summoning is limited by very little, most common creatures summoned in this tier include the Cerberus, Pegasus, Griffin, Harpy, Hippocampus, Guardians, Ki-Rin, Kitsune, Peryton, and Wyvern."
You begin to growl in frustration at the fact you can't find what you're looking for, "but where is the fourth tier!" you yelled at you shut the tome and lob it onto the table. You rush to a section in the bookshelf and run your slim fingers across some of the books, stopping at a blue volume that read "Sustention" in gold letters. You pull the book off the shelf and being to flip through it, merely skimming the page –if you even did that- looking for a heading or certain chapter. "By the allfather, Arenagius, the first –and only- Arch magus kept the secret to the fourth tier in his personal journal…. which has been lost somewhere in his burial chamber in Asgard's crypts… just perfect" you mutter in tones of annoyance as you close the book, tossing it onto the table as well and you start to pace around the room.
"Return to Asgard in search of the fabled journal that could be anywhere in the entire crypt, if it's even there at all. Where would I even start? And there's always the chance it doesn't even exist at all.. it could've been picked up by looters, or just worn past the point of comprehension after all these years. Do I even have spare time to wander around an old Asgardian crypt for a week, Asgard of ALL the places in the nine realms… But I'll have to do it in order to find how to summon The Behemoth; hey I might even be able to find some neat things in that old, dusty place. Though, in Æsir crypts, the sacrificed dead will haunt the halls. I will surely wake them, and they don't take fondly to the living walking among the dead…This might be truly a task for another time, I grow weary of such obstacles appearing at every corner I turn…." You walk over to a small round table that had elemental engravings on it in a diamond formation.
It was thoroughly annoying to have nothing come easily to you. It was the story of your life wrapped into one thing. You always enjoyed your studies though, you lived for the moments you got to sit down and find ways to deceive your enemies and strengthen your spirits. You had a connection, a bond, witch each of the creatures you brought foward, no only were their your fiercest ally, but they were your closest friends. Summoning them always gave you someone to talk to, luckily for you though, they enjoyed your presence very much. They didn't mind being summoned just to chat and hang around. They even wanted to accompany on covert tasks where little to no fighting was involved at all.
Towards the top of the round table was an engraved flame, to the left a leaf, the bottom a water droplet and to the right was spiraled lines, standing for wind. Old rune characters dotted the surface, some written vertically around the symbols. The writing appeared to be the same language as the one on the previous table. You ran your hand over the water symbol and it began to glow. You raised your hand up and a stream of water followed your hand up, coming from the symbol. You waved your other hand over the air symbol and your palm carried the force of wind with it, by spinning your hands together you molded the water into a decently sized sphere. Once it was molded to the shape perfectly, you fiddle with the ball of water for a moment before spinning it up, and resting it just above the tip of your –water- finger. Thrusting your –wind- hand out towards the bookshelf, wind rushes in and out of the shelves and across the books. Until a few books levitate down to you and open up, flipping to different pages in front of you.
"Hmmm shimmering illusions and the infamous artificial army" you swipe a finger and all three books flip to the next page. Your eager eyes run across words and take in all the knowledge on the old, fragile pages, swiping your finger again, flipping the pages.
"this, now this is so devious….I love it." Your beautiful smile crept its way across your lips. The door to your study creaks open and in the heat of the moment, still wound up from Laufey's battle and being startled from reading in silence, you push the ball of water towards the door, a mere reflex.
"Am I interrupting something?" A wet Loki walks into the room, wiping the water from his sparkling eyes.
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Frozen Tears Once Shed | Loki FanFic
Fiksi PenggemarIt's been a year since the attack on Manhattan and Loki is sprung from his jail on Asgard by a most unlikely Renegade, you. You are a force feared by eight realms due to your notorious proficiency with weapons and frost magic. You now have set your...
