Hindmost - Another Word for Chaos

7: Alive

Margo and Discord appeared before the castle once more, the boy cradled in Discord's arms.

"Um..." Margo watched her companion lugging the body up the long staircase, "You sure you don't want some help with that?"

Discord merely spared her an intense glare but not much else.

"Well come on," Margo scoffed, "It's not like I'm gonna eat him or something...." She considered for a moment, "Okay, it's like sixty/forty."

"Stay," Discord snarled.

"Aw, come on, I'll behave..."

She stopped, midway on the stairs and then growled into Margo's face.

"STAY!!"

"Wha-?!" Margo gasped, covering her mouth, but slowly that turned into a grin, "Hello darling, when did you get back?"

Rolling her eyes, Discord walked the rest of the way up, leaving Margo rhythmically swaying while she stood on the step. Kicking open the gates, she approached the dinning hall and slid the boy onto the table before falling into a chair and putting her feet up.

The waiting didn't last very long as a man appeared at the opposite door and approached, stomping towards her with purpose.

"The place feels a bit empty," Discord said off hand, "Did you send the servants home for the day?"

The man wore a long red robe tied off with a black sash, a silver circlet adorned his head and his violet eyes flashed dangerously. Discord saw it and gave a sad smile.

"Figures," she muttered.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"Bring the lady of the house," Discord insisted, "I'll wait."

"You will speak to me, and you will show respect!" he tried to slam his fist against the table only for Discord to throw a chair into his head. The cast iron frame dented and bounced along the floor while he fell onto his back. Discord rose from her seat and strolled slowly over to him.

"Lower your voice," she warned, "You'll wake the kid."

"You conniving..."

"Watch your mouth," Discord insisted, then she whispered, "Roth."

"Who? What?" he shook his head.

Discord just sighed, crouching down next to him.

"What did your father call you?" she asked.

"Wrathgar," then he blinked, "Roth?"

"It's the name I put on your headstone," she said, "Always thought the full version was a bit pretentious."

"It is," Hela appeared at the head of the table, approaching the boy's body, "But he insists on it all the same."

"Hands off," Discord warned, and when Hela refused to listen, she threw a knife just past her head, ruffling her hair, "I said hands off!"

"You're quite good with those," Hela mentioned.

"I picked a few things up," Discord shrugged, "Guess we've got that in common."

"This isn't what it looks like," she insisted while Wrathgar clambered to his feet.

"Really?" Discord wondered, "And exactly how long did you wait after screwing my husband to turn around and start fucking my son?"