Loki’s Knowhere, Chapter 2. Lost Fonts.
Asgard, the golden city in the Realm Eternal, in the early 13th century as the time was known to the mortals of Midgard, four prodigies of the old arts of sorcery and witchcraft studied. Lorelei, who above all else coveted power in all its forms, her older sister Amora, the most talented of Frigga’s class. Sigyn, with a sincere heart; and Loki, Odinson.
“Amora, I cannot express the greatness of which I do not wish to hear your pinings for my brother.” Loki pleaded to the sorceress with shining golden hair.
“Perhaps I might find the resolve to hold my tongue if my fortitude was not worn down by how grotesquely cute you and Sigyn were daily.”
Sigyn blushed, “Amora, I do not know what you speak of.”
“You refer to him casually as husband.” Amora stated.
“And?” Loki asked.
“You are not married, or betrothed…lest you have eloped to avoid the judging gaze of the Allfather?” Amora teased.
“We have not.” Loki replied.
Sigyn brought her hands to her cheeks, covering her flush, “Please, shush, her Majesty shall return soon.
“Sigyn, my sweet, most cherished friend, you are so very easy to tease.” Amora laughed.
Several daggers flew across the table from Loki’s outstretched hand, Nebula dodged, but had to raise her arm to stop the third dagger from piercing her chest. She winced as the asgardian conjured blade burned at her cybernetics.
“The next one shall not miss your heart.” Loki declared.
Quill drew his twin blasters on Loki, “Yeah and mine will getcha right between the eyes.”
With the flick of her fingers, the seat below Quill flew up and slammed him into the ceiling and he fell with a hard thud.
Thor looked back to Nebula, “You…tortured Loki?”
“I am groot.” Groot whimpered.
“Under Thanos’s order, yes.” Nebula admitted, “He tortured everyone he could he could use but resisted his will. Including Gamora and myself.” She pulled the thin razor from her arm, tossing it on the table, “We were all his victims.” She said, looking at Loki.
Thor turned around, “Loki, I had no idea.”
“You never do.” Loki spat.
“We’ll leave, Loki.” Nebula said.
“I am groot?”
“Yeah, what about Gamora?” Peter asked.
Loki glared at Nebula, not trusting her eyes off her for even a moment, “I shall not be helping you.”
“There are other leads.” Nebula stated.
The cyborg daughter of Thanos was the first to step out, followed by Drax, Rocket took Groot’s hand. “I am Groot?”
Quill stepped out without a word.
“Uh, Thor?” Rocket asked.
“Sister, I…” Thor said, softly, conflicted. “I said I’d help them.”
Loki’s jaw trembled, “Go.”
Thor nodded, “Thank you, Loki.”
The Thunderer was leaving as Loki spoke up again, “Brother…don’t come back.”
Thor stopped in his tracks, his hand made a shaking fist, he replied, “goodbye, Loki.”
Loki held still, deady painfully still for a long long time. Finally, Loki let out her breath, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Thick oaf.”
Over the intercom a digital voice spoke, “Lady Loki, the hostile entities have left orbit and your throne has been replaced.”
Loki did not reply, she poured herself a goblet of wine, she headed deeper into the Collection, to her personal chambers, “Clear all scheduled events, I need…I need a lot of things.”
“Shall we compile a wish list, Lady Loki?”
Days passed into weeks for Loki, whose days consisted of day drinking on her throne, and the occasional approval of planetary defense systems as scavengers attempted to take whatever remained of the Collection.
She wore a green silky robe one morning as she sat awkwardly on her throne, lazily clipping her toenails, and munching on a bowl of grapes when the familiar roar of a bifrost bridge blasted outside the museum.
Loki jumped on her throne and glowered towards the sound, ‘Dense oaf, can’t follow the simplest request.” she muttered to herself, though despite all that had transpired she smiled softly.
All while you, Odin the protector of those Nine Realms, are sitting here in your bathrobes eating grapes.
“Oh shit.” She took a quick swallow of wine and stood up, glamoring herself, illusory light shifting her bathrobe into a green armored coat and matching boots, “Uhm, bumbum bah,” She adds fur to the collar of the coat, ‘Perfect.”
“Lady Loki, shall I engage defense protocols?”
“It’s fine, disengage all safety measures.” Loki quickly said.
As the door opened Loki put on an all serious face, “Even now you cannot listen to a word I say, dear bro-” Loki froze, seeing her breath, she closed her grip on a conjured dagger.
The figure stepped through the door and Loki threw the dagger but it was knocked aside, the figure raised their hand and waves of ice ripped through the throne room and blasted Loki against the wall.
“Foul monster, you dare invade the home,” Loki said, as the figure walked closer, “of Loki, child of…Laufey.”
“Hello, son.” Laufey said, grabbing Loki’s face by the chin and jaw.
Loki let out groans of pain, as her skin grew blue, shapeshifting into jotunari form to protect herself from the damage, she bit Laufey’s hand hard, drawing blood.
“Whatever trick this is, Jotunn, I am not fooled. I killed Laufey myself.” Loki stated, and strained against the icewall, “Now tell, who are you, why should I care, and why,” Loki struggled fruitlessly, “Why can’t I break out of this damn ice!?”
The Jotunn wearing Laufey’s face smiled, erupting into illusory light, revealing a powerful built Jotunn woman with icy blue skin and deep blue-violet hair in thick curls, “I am Utgard Angrboda, Queen of Jotunheim.”
Loki glowered, and sneered, “So, the frost giants finally decided on a new king of the rumble mound? And a witch at that. How many jotnar fell to the power vacuum left in Laufey’s absence?”
“None to succession, millions when the bifrost landed on our world and did not end until it bore into the planet’s core…disrupting rotation, and plunging my world into further ruin than Odin ever dreamed.” Angrboda spat, “My ascension to the throne was assured before our births, when Laufey propositioned my clan for a betrothed for his…child.”
“So what, you’ve come here to kill me?” Loki grimaced, “Wed me? I implore you, choose the first.”
“Neither, unfortunately.” She stepped away, pouring herself a drink from the bar, “I have come because I was assured of your capability, and to call on your debt to your own people. The Realms are in chaos, Yggdrasil sundered, the balance a distant memory…even if I save Jotunheim it would only be a matter of time until all is lost regardless.”
“Funny you should think a Jotunn of all things would know anything about maintaining the balance of the realms.”
Angrboda downed her drink, “Yes, you’re right, after all, only Nine, or was it Eight? No matter, only SOME of the realms have fallen under Odin’s protection.”
Loki grimaced, silently.
“The Balance of the realms has nothing to do with an Imperialist calm. Odin kept his peace in the realms but not true balance. He was it’s defiler, a murderer and thief. Odin stole the fonts of magic from all realms he could not control otherwise, the casket of ancient winters, the eternal flame, the mead of poetry. And in doing so he made the realms weak so he could seem strong.”
“Tell me, jotunn queen, why should I consider a word of what you’re telling me?” Loki asked.
“Because,” Called into the room a new voice, Loki looked to the door in disbelief. “She learned this from me, Loki.”
She walked into the room, with a wave of her hand, chains of light glowed and shattered over Loki, and the ice shattered, she fell to the floor on her knees, wide eyed Loki uttered in dear whisper, “Sigyn.”
Chapter 1 can be read here https://protector-of-mankind-thor.tumblr.com/post/632008264553463808/the-milano-slowed-as-it-entered-knowheres