Rightful Place (Loki Fan-fiction)

Chapter Thirteen

            Ten billion people. Ten billion people stood still, not making a noise. Each and every single soul that stood amongst the crowd was there for one purpose. It was most certainly the most important day that had ever taken place on Muspelheim in over ten thousand years; the crowning of their king.

The High Priest swung his scepter from one shoulder to the other. He had been trained for this particular ceremonial event, but never before in his life had he done such a thing. There were never any kings to anoint. But as he brought his scepter over to the other shoulder of the almost king, he recited the ancient speech.

“Loki, son of Fárbauti and Laufey, do you swear to protect Muspelheim with your life? To guard its borders when an enemy strikes? To lead us in great triumph and glory? Do you, Loki Laufeyson, swear to make us, our Realm, and yourself proud?” Loki raised his head and stared at the High Priest who stood in front of him. This was his moment. It was all about him. This was the day that he had been waiting for all of his life.

“I swear.” Loki spoke with a powerful, but soft voice. He was going to make Muspelheim proud of him. He was going to be the best king that this Realm had ever had. Loki was determined to put this King Ruben to shame. If the prophesies were correct, he was going to be one of the most beloved kings in all of the Nine Realms.

“Good. Now, on behalf of the Church, the Royal Family, and all of Muspelheim, I bid thee, Loki Laufeyson, King of Muspelheim!” The High Priest yelled, signaling for the crowd to roar in excitement. The noise of the people almost left Loki deaf. He couldn’t even hear himself breathe over the sound of the satisfied citizens. The High Priest placed a golden crown atop of Loki’s head, which caused the crowd to hoot and holler even more. 

The High Priest signaled for Loki to stand onto his feet, which he did. Loki turned around and walked over towards the balcony, looking down upon his new kingdom and its citizens. He stared down at them, basking in the glory of the shouts and cries of his name in unison. Once he allowed for them to continue on for a brief moment, he raised his hand indicating that he wanted them to cease their shouting.

“People of Muspelheim, I am Loki Laufeyson. I was once a Prince of Asgard, and a possible Prince of Jötunheim, but now no more! I have made an oath to serve and protect you, as King of Muspelheim!” The thunderous cries broke out from the crowd once again putting a potential halt to Loki’s speech. After the screams had finally came to a slow stop, Loki continued on.

“I once thought that I belonged nowhere. So, in order to find my place in the Nine Realms I make mistakes. I lied. I cheated. I murdered. But now, no more I say! Because I need not have to search for my place, for I have found it. I am standing right where I need to be. I am here with you, right now. This is my place, my rightful place!”

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            The feast had continued on late into the night. Because there were Priests and whatnot present at the party, they decided to hold off on the drinks until they had left, respect purposes. Of course, there were always a few that would sneak into the kitchen and pay off the staff, Loki being one of them. He only had a sip though, didn’t want to make a bad impression on the Priests. They might impeach him or something. They all seemed pretty powerful. Speaking of the devil’s, Loki noticed one was making his way over in his direction. It was the High Priest, in fact.

“You’re Majesty.” The High Priest said with a slight bow. Loki returned the gesture and flashed him a quick smile.

“High Priest.” The man arched his eyebrow as if a little disappointed in the new king. Loki suddenly began to feel the knot of anxiety build up in his gut. What did he do wrong now?