THE LIAR'S WHORE//Loki

VII

"Disse dumme dødelige deres uvitenhet gjør meg til å le." Skadi spat with sardonic humor in her tone.

A grin garlanded her face as she gave Loki a sideways glance. He laughed obnoxiously, mischief dancing in his cerulean orbs. She had grown tired of these humans. Time had allowed the primordial female to invest in many cultures. The only thing she enjoyed about the mortals was their literature. Her people did not read nor write, they were only skilled in the art of war. Asgardians did not have much to offer themselves as much as they claim to be more civilized than the Jotun.

The people of Aesir could also be barbaric and savage like how they describe the giants of Jotunheim. What the Asgardians considered 'literature' was just tons upon tons of novels about war, themselves and magic. Over the long period of her life, she had read every tome in the Great Library. She hated the place where humanity dwelled. She did not think herself above them. She never could, but she knew that she possessed the ability to massacre them in great quantities by accident or voluntarily. Civilization itself was a plague that slaughtered everything. Masses of humans did not do well together. They detested others that bled the same color. Skin, religion, wealth, beliefs they would search for any way to possess a reason or excuse to contain such loathing of their own species.

She could not say this without being hypocritical. Asgardians and Jotuns were not people. They both bled different. The people of Aesir bled ichor, while her kin had cobalt lifeblood flowing through their veins. Her artic hair blew in the wind like waves, her tawny eyes scanned the humans.

"Mannen er en ulv til mann." She uttered to herself, a quote her father had told when she a girl.

Loki's laughter had faded long ago. His icy blue eyes shifted to her quickly, flashing jade before returning to their current pigment. The screeches of terror and fright rolled through her ears. Her companion had long since disappeared off to his own devices as he conquered this measly realm. She listened to his orders and went on her way to follow them. The female could not teleport or execute the magic the God Of Mischief retained, she had owned the ability to command and dominate the weather that had a connection to the cold and extensive mastery over anything related to ice and cold.

A freezing gust of tempest wind blew over New York City. A massive, violent blizzard formed overhead. Ice spurted from her being as it devoured the megalopolis. It caked everything, any liquid soon froze. Snow fell from the sky as the world became opaque from view. Loki had a roguish sneer garnishing his pale cheeks, her wrath had been displayed as his future subjects ran for cover within buildings. The Avengers would lose. He would not allow the pathetic lot to win.

Skadi did not bother speaking the language of the humans. She detested it as she sauntered into a shelter that housed several Midgardians. Eyes watched her, determining her side. Concerned murmurs circulated throughout the shelter. A mother yanked at her child, but he had somehow gotten free.

He approached the Jotun warily. His big hazel eyes gazing up at her with awe and admiration. A large beam was on his pudgy cheeks. His hair had specks of debris and dirt scrambled in. The boy's shirt was ripped and his shorts were filthy. His hands were flushed.

"Are you one of the good guys?" He asked innocently.

A blithe emotion covered his face. He knew nothing, this is what children were for. They brought the light out of people.

She could feel the peering exhausted orbs. She did not hesitate. Her expression brooding and grave.

"Bra for hvem?" She declared.

Their eyes darkened. She stationed a single digit on the boy's forehead. In a split second, the child had waxed into pure Jotunheim ice. His previous expression and positioning had remained. No fear, just a look of pure joy even though he no longer breathed. The bawling of the child's mother was the first yell Skadi heard before the horde began to wail and push to escape. She blew a single puff of air.