Fire and Ice ~loki~

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Thor suddenly burst back into the throne room. My father was absent from his side. Slight worry crept into my heart.

Thor looked himself, worried and startled. He walked right past me and over to Odin. He whispered something to the Allfather and I saw his expression change as well.

"What?!"

He roared. Thor seemed a bit taken back as was I and Loki. Odin heaved and heavy sigh and trotted right past me again out of the throne room.

"Lady Rashida, you better come with me."

He ordered. I followed the king and Thor with his brother also followed. Down the large grand hallways we walked to my father's chamber. Odin entered first and then I followed. Once we stepped inside he stopped at the door and turned to me.

"This is as far as I dare go. This is family affairs and I refuse to get involved into what isn't mine just yet."

I gave him a confused look but he tilted his head towards my father's bed. Once I turned to see my father Odin and the rest of his family departed from the room. I was alone, or so I thought. I walked over to the bed and saw the outline of my father. There he was, king of Misr. But something was off. His body seemed terribly pallor and frail. I bent down to him and touched his skin. It was cold... ice cold. I felt my breath hitch.

"No..."

I breathed. I had to be imagining this. I touched his skin again and sure enough it was still frigid. I looked up to his neck. Red marks had been rubbed raw into his neck. There were also two puncture wounds as if he had been bitten. I looked around the room. My gaze fell by the window just in time to see two silver and black snakes slither out of sight and out into the day.

"Father?"

I called, as if I were once more the helpless child I once was. Seeking my father's care and guidance. He did not reply. He just laid there... not moving. His skin looked like paper. As if it could tear at any moment.

"Father please..."

I began to plead. I grasped his arm tightly, now kneeling at his bedside. I felt the burning sting of tears forming in my eyes. My breathing pattern began to eradicate.

"Father don't do this... not now.. please.."

I begged once more. I coughed through the burn in my chest and began to heave as a heavy sob came to my eyes. I rested my head on his chest, desperately hoping to hear the sound of him filling his lungs with air one more time. But my ears fell silent of that sound. The only noise to be heard in my father's serene chamber was the sound of my sobbing.

"Please wake up.. just one more time please.."

I begged. I knew it was of no use but I tried anyways. My tears pulled in to the cloth covering his chest. I looked up at him and his stoic resting face.

"Father don't leave me.. I don't know what to do without you.."

This... this was no restful death, however. It was evident by everything that this was a cold blooded crime of murder. My father had not simply died and had marks on his neck for no reason. No, someone planned this. Someone cold blooded who wanted to be on a throne of some kind. Even if it meant to murder my father, the king, marry me and become and instant king.

This was Loki's doing.