…What are you trying to infer, gray faced Midgardian?
Loki’s eyes flash with anger. Not the mask again!
Really? I haven’t thought of it or considered it that possibility. Then again we oppose each other, nothing would ever work out.
Loki stiffens and his eyes widen with horror.
Loki stumbles and falls back.
GUARDS! AFTER THAT RASCAL!
Loki is enraged and his face glows a new shade of red. He looks down and is thankful that his undergarments had stayed up. He quickly pulls up his pants and starts running in the direction of the running anon.
YOU CANNOT DEFY YOUR KING, YOUR GOD! I WILL CATCH YOU AND YOU’LL KNOW A WHOLE ‘NOTHER MEANING TO “LOKI’D” YOU VILE MORTAL!
The sweet odor brushed against Loki’s nose and gave him shivers throughout all his back. He could not help but smile. A small strand of hair fell in his face and he simply brushed it back with the rest of his hair. Of course Thor can’t resist an attractive woman! “You are very right, my dear. Shall we proceed to this meeting?” He extended an elbow, a small offer for Bernadett to grab on so he could escort her the short distance to the meeting room.
She smiled, and went to the meeting room by her Kings side. Loki has taken his seat by the end of the table. He has been sitting with legs wide open. He let the girl talk as he was gesturing with his hand. Thor stood there. He was frightened by the presence of Bernadett. He grinned a huge smile to her, as he had something to hide. In that moment Lady Sif opened the door, pushing a little elf in front of her legs. The girl knew immediately the small elf. It was the Black houses servant, Kreatcher. The house elf began to scream and cry as he saw his mistress. Thor opened his mouth: - You see, Mathilda, you are not the only one who knows secrets. You escaped in the battle, but there were someone who prayed for you to come back. - She looked at the tortured little elf, her eyes turned back to calm blue. She got a sad expression on her face. - Well, Thor, than you know my reasons, too. you know that the people you love so much stole out blood, you know why the dark lord separated the thieves and tried to restore the balance. you know than that i have a reason to accomplish that task what the dark lord failed himself, he was not the exact type of war hero. he was a filthy half-blood. so, you know, Thor, i can destroy every living soul on your dearly loved planet earth, restoring balance. - You cant destroy an entire planet! - he creamed in his helpless anger. - Listen to my words you insolent fool! People not everyone, animals don’t have souls. you stupid. i shall restore the kingdom of the animals, no filthy creatures should walk earth again. - Her eyes turned back to green, there was a maniac smile on her face. - so what do you choose, Thor, go back in peace where you came from, and forget about this planet, and i let your pathetic people live the way they want, or you keep fighting for the throne, witch is no longer belong to you,and loose EVERYTHING! - the last word was a whisper from the witch’s mouth. Volstagg became suddenly nervous, about the way Kreacher was staring at him. He waved, to let Sif go the elf. She freed him and he rune and grabbed his mistress pants. She gave him her right hand to feel comfort. Thor was fighting inside one could see in his eyes. He looked at Loki for the answer. - Is this what you want, brother? you want an original witch, almost complete evil, by your side, instead of me? - Thor pointed at the girl, who stood there, she did not know what to expect. She really meant what she said. She adored the way Loki ruled, it was powerful, and noble. She felt as much home as in the Grimmauld place by her grandmother.
Loki shot up out of his seat. He stood silently for a good minute and started to pace around the room, nearing Thor. When he finally got close he began to speak. “Brother? Is that how you still see me? A brother? How can you even consider it?” He looked deeply into Thor’s eyes, searching for an answer, but he found nothing. “I DO WHAT I WANT, THOR!” He shouted in Thor’s wincing face. Loki’s face was in pain, you could see the hurt behind his eyes. The Warriors Three were up on there feet, waiting for Loki to explode. “I am the King! I choose my subjects and I choose what to do with these pathetic mortals!” He inhales as my air as possible for his next break out, but he remained silent. Loki proceeded back to his seat, but did not sit down. He hovered over the chair, leaning on it and using his arms to support him. He met eyes with Bernadett once again and he lift his hand to gestured at her, “This is what I choose, Thor.”
Loki’s eyebrows go up and bunch together.
Are you positive that you are feeling well? These feelings seem unwelcome.
Loki winces at the blinding light of the camera. He’s puzzled to what’s going on and doesn’t know how to react to looking “cute” in a photo.
You may keep it, dear Midgardian.