Prompt Post No. 1
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“This is-” he felt his mouth flap open, once, twice, no sound escaping, before he managed to squeak out “<>Inconceivable, Father. To suggest- I do not understand.”
Odin looked old, even beyond his years, and tired. He had not rested, let alone allowed himself to fall into the Odinsleep, since they had lost Loki, consumed by the search for him.“He cannot remain on Asgard without supervision.” A search that had finally come to fruition, though he suspected it would still be a long while before his father rested.
He understood his father’s point. Loki truly could not stay unsupervised, not after what he had done, but Odin’s decision seemed entirely ridiculous. “That does not mean marriage, Father. To me.”
“Can you name any other strong enough, who knows him well enough, for the task?” His father’s face was grave, his eye pinning him where he stood.
“No,” he said eventually “But marriage?!”
“It is the best way. The only way.”
How could his father have reached that conclusion? Odin must have his reasons but they were incomprehensible to him. “I still do not understand.
As I said when you first suggested such a thing we are both men. He is my brother!”
“And as I said that will not be a problem.”
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Unreasonable. Perhaps he could appeal to his father’s sense in another way “What of these children of which you speak?”
Odin looked away, a strange expression on his face, and when his voice came it contained a tone that Thor had not heard before and could not place “Bearing children is within Loki’s capabilities.”
“What? How?”
“That is not important-”
“Of course it is important!”
“Thor-”
“How can you say it is not important?”
“Thor-”
“You tell me to marry my brother, you tell me he will bear my children, neither of these things being what I desire, and then you will not even explain how, to me.”
“Thor!” his father bellowed, stepping towards him with clenched fists. Stopping in front of him Odin reached out, and for a split-second he thought his father was going to hit him, but all Odin did was grab hold of his shoulders and shake him once, gently, before speaking again, voice calm. “Would you not see your brother, ever again?”
Loki would not enjoy being made mortal, but he could not help think that it would do his brother some good. It had certainly changed him for the better. Anyway “The Bifrost has been repaired, even on Earth I could-”
“Do not play the fool!” Odin roared, releasing him and stalking across the chamber to gaze out of the window at said Bifrost, new and gleaming in the light of the sun. Eventually he spoke again, and when he did his voice was calm, but it echoed against the walls, deep and ominous “We stand on a precipice, one wrong step and he will be lost to us forever.”
“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered out. Lose Loki? He did not understand.
His father did not say anything for a long moment “Now is not the time to speak of it, but know that I have your, both of your, best intentions at heart.” How could Odin say that? He must not, it was not in his best interest to marry his brother so soon after finally regaining Jane. He wanted to rant, to rave, to scream at the unfairness of it all but his father was speaking again and the other man sounded so very weary “So tell me my son, will you do as I ask?”
“I-” what could he say, even after everything he still loved Loki, did not want him lost to whatever danger his father foresaw but would not share. “Yes, Father. If you truly think it the only way.”
“I do” Odin replied, his tone leaving no room for further argument. They stood there for a long moment, but he did not know what to say, he just stared at his father’s back. In truth he did not know what to think. He startled when Odin moved, turning from the window and walking slowly across the room towards the door. “Forgive me my son, but there are things I must do now. Terrible things.”
It took a moment for him to understand “You mean to speak with Loki?” As far as he knew his father had not gone and allowed no one else in to see his brother in scant handful of days since his retrieval.
“Yes,” Odin sighed “I mean to speak with Loki.” He watched his father leave, knowing as he did that he had his own unpleasant task to see to. He would need to speak with Jane.
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I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE REST
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Well, sort of "matchmaker" à__à;;
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More, please!
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Ahh, I can't wait to read more!
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He had fallen. Fallen. Fallen and it had seemed as though he would fall forever, until he began to slow, to still, trapped in the half-dark, in the cold, like an insect in amber. It had leeched the heat from his flesh, the pink, and he had floated there unable to move, unable to even blink, forced to gaze at the skin of his hand outstretched. The foul blue skin.
Time had lost its meaning long before he had stilled. After a while he had begun to wonder, in the slow, ponderous way he had begun to think as the cold, the lack of nourishment, the lack of anything, seemed to freeze his mind as well as his body, if he would be stuck, for all eternity, drifting like that. He had also wondered if he deserved it. Probably. Undoubtedly Thor and his fa- Thor and Odin believed so.
Eventually he had had no choice but to give up on thought, his mind became a mirror for the void in which he floated, his consciousness reduced to the reflection of stars, the dullness of the cold he could no longer feel. He had been empty, until suddenly there had been searing heat and all he had known was the sound of his own voiceless screams echoing inside his mind.
It had been his fath- it had been Odin, Odin’s hands upon his frozen flesh as the Allfather had plucked him from the void and dragged him back to Asgard. He knew that now of course, he had worked it out after awakening in this small, dark room in time to watch the King of the Gods- if he still held that title- walk out the door and lock it behind him. At the time he had feared he had fallen into the heart of a star.
He had been left here, in the dark, since then. These are not his rooms. It is simply one small room, only slightly larger than the soft, fur-covered bed in the middle of the floor where he had awoken. There are no windows, no furniture aside from the bed, no way of telling the time. It is a cell, no point pretending otherwise. He was not sure how long he has lain here, wondering what Odin will decide his punishment should be, but it seems he would have to wait no longer.
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Odin’s expression was unreadable “Eat, Loki.”
He lifted the spoon and scooped up a little of the porridge, thick with cream and egg yolks, before letting it drop and scowling up at the man standing over him “Why? Surely you will kill me for what I have done.”
“Loki-” Odin sounded tired.
“Why would you not? Any man would kill one who-”
“Loki!” the Allfather did not quite shout, but the force of his tone was enough to make him flinch back, quietly afraid. He was still stupid enough not to want this man to hate him. Futile though it was. “How long do you think you would have survived, floating in the void? If I wanted you dead, do you think I would not have left you where you were?”
He looked away, his fingers smoothing over the silky black fur blanket he had awoken under “In truth, I do not understand why you did not. Surely you will not let me escape punishment.” His voice sounded so weak to his own ears, like that of a child’s. He forced himself to look up, look into the older man’s face as he asked “What do you want from me Odin?”
The Allfather sighed, but did not speak for a long moment. Eventually the older man said “It is true that your actions cannot be without consequences.” It shot through him like one of Thor’s lightning bolts, of course not, of course not, he had not expected it, but still he could not bear to sit here and listen as his fa- as Odin condemned him. He could do nothing though, because Odin was speaking once more. “I will give you a choice, Loki. Either I will banish you to Midgard as I banished Thor, as a mortal; though for you there will be no chance of redemption. You will see neither your family nor Asgard ever again.”
He had been stabbed, surely he had been stabbed. His hands went to his chest, scrabbling at the soft cloth he was dressed in, as he searched for the wound. Why was Odin not helping? The man said he was not to be killed, did he not, so how could he stand there while he bled out? His fingers found nothing. There was no wound. He did not bleed. He was a fool. “Or? Please, what other option-?”
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