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On Scarlet Fields We Softly Tread

Post by Mir » Thu Jul 26, 2018 12:15 pm

On Scarlet Fields We Softly Tread

Two days after Asgard

The truth was, he could not properly tell which was better: the wine or the book. The book was one he had read many times over the years, in the same way the wine was one he had had many times as well. Still, the repetitious reading of the book had never taken away from the story’s power. Just as the wine had never lost its potency. He turned the page of the book, the only sound in the library room the roaring fire. The Asgardian God of Mischief was content in his surroundings.

The door to the room opened and two members of the Royal Guard stepped into the room. Loki looked up, to see who it was and more importantly, what they wanted.

“Well, out with it. I haven’t got all day.” Loki said.

“My Prince, the King requests your presence in the throne room.” One of the guards said.

Loki shut the book, setting it down on the table next to his unfinished wine. “I suppose we shouldn’t keep him waiting. The old man might fall asleep.” He said, rising and smoothing out his robes. “No need to accompany me, gentlemen, I know the way.” He added.

He’d had a feeling this conversation was going to happen sooner rather than later. Loki walked through the hallways of Asgard with purpose. The Allfather was all-seeing. He was many "all" things, as annoying as that could be. But there was something that had escaped his notice, at least thus far. It hadn’t taken long for him to catch up though. Loki had been counting the days. Only two had passed since Thor had been sent to aid the Avengers in recovering the stolen Time Stone from the vault, as well as stop whoever it was who was attempting to accumulate the stones. In that time, Loki had been wondering whether or not Odin had figured out what had happened, or whether it was even an inkling in the Allfather's mind. Either way, it was a very real possibility that he was soon to find out. Odin didn't summon Loki, generally, unless there was something serious. The Allfather of Asgard preferred private conversations for the most part. So if he was being summoned, it was something that concerned the entire realm, and by extension, all the Nine Realms.

It didn’t take long, he soon found himself in the throne room. Majestic as always, the throne room was resplendent in Asgardian gold. Engravings decorated the walls, murals that were seemingly alive fighting with the engravings for space. The ceiling was beautiful, a testimony to the thousands of years Odin had kept the Nine Realms safe and peaceful. Loki’s eyes flitted upwards as he walked towards the Gold Throne where his father sat.

Where his adopted father sat.

Safety and peace were boring.

“Father, you requested an audience.” Loki said, kneeling.

Odin minced no words. “How did Doom enter my vault? And how is it that he was able to break locks to steal the gem, locks I placed on there with ancient magicks?” Odin asked.

He had caught up, indeed.

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Re: On Scarlet Fields We Softly Tread

Post by Mir » Fri Aug 24, 2018 4:44 am

Loki rose, as Huginn flew into the room, joining Muninn on the throne in their specified place.

Everything was in its place in Asgard. Everything knew it’s place. There was no room for anything else.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Father.” Loki stated. “The man appeared to be quite knowledgeable and skilled in the Arcane. After all, before he shattered the locks and retrieved the stone from your vault, he first pierced the veil, gaining purchase on our soil. The veil you put up.” He said, leaving it unsaid that Odin had put up the veil in the first place for a specific purpose. A veil that, in Loki’s opinion, should never have been placed to begin with.

“Loki, the events you’re describing happened two days ago. I know what happened in my realm. The history lesson, while educational, is not necessary. I’m asking you how.” He said and when Loki merely shrugged and shook his head, Odin’s eye narrowed. “You are the greatest sorcerer in Asgard, rivaled only by myself.”

“Well if you’re wondering yourself, what answers could I possibly supply?” Loki asked, spreading his hands. “It is a mystery to myself as well. Hopefully, Thor will find those answers, when he wrenches the gem back from the grip of the one who overcame our defenses.” He said.

Odin rose from his seat and pointed at Loki. “Good that I have one son who can do his father’s bidding.”

Loki looked down at the ground, marshalling his words. “Worthy the hammer may find him. I pray worthy to find the answers you seek.” He said. “I apologize Father, for not being able to give you the answer.” He blinked and waited, before looking up.

His father had fallen silent and he turned to see what Odin was looking at. Into the main hall, Heimdall was walking into view, escorting another. The man was decrepit looking. He wore black robes, so only his face was visible. The face itself was covered partially by the hood, but what Loki could see was repulsive. The face was grotesque, twisted. There was heavy scarring. The smell of ash and decay began to pervade the throne room of mighty Odin. It even appeared as if smoke was wafting up from his robes. The man trudged along, staring at the ground the entire way.

Finally, he ended his sojourn, standing near Loki, who turned to look at Heimdall. The Asgardian gave Loki a look indicating he was not sure what was going on either. There was something about this newcomer, something that reeked of death.

“Who are you?” Odin asked.

“I do not have a name.” The man replied, slowly looking up at Odin. “I am a messenger.”

“On whose behalf do you speak?” Loki asked.

Odin shook his head, sitting back down. “Loki, do not be blind.” He said.

“I speak on behalf of the goddess of death.” The man said. “Hela.”

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