Loki's Throne

Ch. 8

I shake my head. "Um, who's room am I connected to?"

Odin smiles. "Loki's room. But it's okay, you won't have to worry about him disturbing you."

With that, he walks out, leaving me to wonder who Loki is and why he won't be disturbing me.

....

~Loki's p.o.v.~

Dear baby Odin, I can't get any more bored than this...

I rub my forehead with my hand. As much as I love being king, I need to find a way to make Odin "die".

In fact, I hate being in the form of Odin. It takes the true pleasure of ruling away when you disguise as someone else.

In fact, who else other than Thor knows more dead?

Fandral walks in, fist over his heart, kneeling. "Allfather-"

"Yes?" I interrupt him, not because I want to, but because it's something Odin does. The Allfather truly is, as Midguardians would say, an asshole.

"The security around the palace has been breached."

I stand up, as does he. "By whom and how did they get past Heimdall?"

Fandral shakes his head slightly. "I have no answer to your questions, but I can tell you that it was a frost giant."

At the word "frost giant", I go into mini panic mode: When I'm king, I'll slay the monsters down. Monsters. Monster. Laufey. Laufeyson. How cold that frost giant's touch was. To find out I was the son of Laufey...one of those monsters-

"Allfather, are you okay?" Fandral's voice brings me back. I shake my head and I realize that I'm sitting down, arms held tightly to my chest, gasping for breath.

I shake the panic off and stand once more to show my strength. "Quite alright, Fandral. Now, was the Jotunn stopped?"

"Yes, but he seemed to be going..."

I raise an eyebrow. And though the eyebrow-raise would have looked sexy and sassy on me, it showed on the form of Odin.

"Going where?" my voice boomed.

"Towards you, my king."

I stand, thinking. What would a Jotunn want with me? Or with Odin? I had killed Laufey, who else was there to attack Asgard?

"Thank you for this information." I say. "Double the security measures around the palace and throne room."

Yes, I do realize that if I up security, it'd be harder to fake Odin's death. But I have a different idea.

Fandral left and I watched him as he go.

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~Thor's p.o.v.~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WAS HE HERE OR NOT?" I roar.

Tony stays silent, as does Steve. Clint and Natasha look hopelessly at each other, and Bruce just looks down in disappointment and regret.

"He was here, it's just..." Natasha falters for words.

"There's no proof." Clint finished.

"I SAW MY BABY BROTHER DIE BEFORE MY EYES AND YOU ALL FIND THE NERVE TO TELL ME HE IS STILL ALIVE, YET YOU CAN'T EVEN SHOW ME ONE PICTURE?"

"I thought he was adopted?" Tony said, smirking, his voice covered in sarcasm.

I flipped the desk next to me over, throwing it towards the wall. I summon Mjolnir into my hand and growl in rage.

"One of you give me answers," I demand, my entire body seething with rage.

The Avengers stay silent, Steve and Tony looking away from me.

"Alright." I mutter, turning slightly. "Alright. Y'all think this is a game? Fine. Y'all think this is funny? To tell me the brother I saw die is alive? Okay."

I grasp Mjolnir firmly in my grasp. "For this lie you thought I would believe, if any of you are to call on me in times of trouble, do not expect me to answer that call."

And with that I fly out of the building, thunder rolling.