[3] downfall ~ harry potter × marvel

1.05

"traitor"

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The seat was more comfortable than it looked at first. But he hadn't expected anything else. Odin spent too many days on this throne for it not to be comfortable. And, oh, how much he'd worked to get here. How far he'd gone to take what was his.

He was sprawled out on Asgard's Throne, listening to old men who were mumbling on about the re-organisation of the Realm Eternal's grand armada. Soon, his friends would come, taking his troops to Midgard. Asgard would take its rightful place in the war that was going on down there, it would finally choose the side of the mighty.

Garth Dickonson was glad to see Odin die, giving that he stood before him with a drawn sword... nevertheless, it was satisfying to see the old, fool take his own life willingly. Now, he could do everything according to his plan.

Within a week from now, Ebony Maw would arrive on Asgard, ready to inspect the armada. All the Lords whose loyalty was questioned would be sent to the front... to never return. Garth had heard of the destructions during the Midgardian siege on Lord Voldemort's end ever since Skyler Thordottír had been killed. Anyone without knowledge of the Midgardian form of magic would be killed mercilessly, and that was the kind of death he wished upon his untrusty bannermen.

"Your Grace," said a guard next to his puppet, the Mighty Thor, "the Prince wishes to speak to you... about his banishment."

Garth smirked. Prince Loki, if he could even be called such, was outraged by the idea that he, his mother, his nephew, and other royal sympathizers were to be banished to Midgard. Ever since, he had been trying to seek a compromise. "Send him in."

And there he was. The once great conqueror, the Prince that had inspired Garth to take what he wanted, instead of waiting for it. Loki Laufeyson, of Asgard.

A pity party in chains. Pathetic.

"Did the dungeons change anything, to your opinion, my old friend?" He chuckled, seeing how the Prince gave him a scowl.

"I must say that the company is much more defined than before," he then responded, "must be because all the beasts are out and about under your rule." In for a little wordplay, Garth sat back in his chair.