Lies Your Parents Told You
Sept 18, 2015 19:54:21 GMT -7
Post by Loki on Sept 18, 2015 19:54:21 GMT -7
Date: May 30, 2015
Location: Odin's throne room, Asgard
Summary: Loki needs a distraction, and not the one Thor provides.
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He was bored.
Bored with having no one to mock. Bored with ruling in disguise. Bored with the life he'd wanted for so long, if only because he could not rule as himself. He wanted Asgard to know who was leading them now, but he couldn't reveal himself to them. Not until his plans were complete, not until his ultimate victory was assured. Only then would they know who had brought them to that ruinous end. The ultimate revenge for their callous treatment of him, Loki's long-awaited victory, was nearing.
One year hence, two, even three, he didn't care how long it took. The further off that fated day was, the more time it gave him to plan. To move the pieces on the chessboard that was all of Asgard into place took time and patience. Now that he was King, even under guise as Odin, Loki had all the time in the world to plan, so long as he remained on his guard. If he became too comfortable in his power, too complacent, it all could fall apart.
Again.
That simply wouldn't do. As long as his oafish brother stayed out of his way, as long as Heimdall was blind to his true form, as long as Lady Sif and the Warriors continued to believe he was who he appeared to be, Loki was safe. Secure. He could sit freely on Asgard's throne, Gungnir close to hand, and plan his revenge. Of course, there was another matter that Loki didn't like to think about, but it needed to be addressed one way or another. He preferred to deal with it later rather than now, despite how often it came back to the forefront of his mind.
It was right there, at his fingertips. He knew exactly where it was, exactly what to do with it. His very life depended on it.
As Odin, he couldn't be seen to retrieve it, couldn't even hire a courier to bring it out where no Asgardian had ever ventured, where they didn't even know the coordinates. Hel, he doubted he could find it again on his own anyway. Best not to think about it now. A dark look covered his borrowed face as he firmly quashed those thoughts. There was a time and a place to think about the debt he owed, and it was not now or here. Not while he had bigger fish to fry.
Curse this infernal boredom, he thought, slouching a bit on the throne, drumming his fingers on the arm of the great golden chair. And curse the thoughts it leads to.
Where was a distraction when he needed one?
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