Gods' Game I

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1, 2, 3…. Truth or Dare

Two incorporeal gods approach the throne, arrival unannounced and unknown. One of them wave at Loki, who is under the disguise of Odin. They appear to be acquaintances of his foster father.

"Do yourself a favor and don't participate. If not, then do me a favor, if you must," the female suddenly says. Her color is red. He can see images of thousands—if not million—galaxy on her shade.

"Oh, come on, Ame. Don't be such a party pooper!" the male exclaims.

Party pooper? What kind of expression is that? Loki pounders.

His is blue and his gas body has a similar texture to the female's.

"Please don't. I can't even get over from the last time's," she says defeatedly, which ends up with the male god making a sound that Loki believes to be booing her. Although amused by the situation, he still has no idea who they are.

"Pardon me, but what exactly am I not supposed to participate on?" he asks, improvising. Odin's baritone voice is all he needs to make his act believable.

"Are you kidding me? Don't tell me you forgot? It's the annual Gods' Game," the males shouts out.

"Ah, yes, I see," Loki replies, pretending to understand what they are referring to. As far as his long life can concern, he has never heard of such game before. What will they do? Where will it be held? What shall be the prize for the winner? "I can't help but wondering, Ame, of what the winner shall obtain from this game this time."

One look at her and he knows that he must have said something wrong. A hand grabs him by the collar—or at least, what he thinks is a hand. He feels himself being yanked off the throne and thrown across the room. The force is so powerful that he finds himself landed against a wall, the bricks, cracking behind his back.

"First off, don't get too familiar. You are still a stranger to me. Second of all, don't be upset. I'm just getting all the tension out before we start anything here, You know, since you broke your oath!" she hisses venomously. The calm and peaceful aura are gone, replaced with hostility.

What exactly has Odin done that has upset her so much? Loki wonders curiously. It is not that he does not feel any pain. The goddess can throw, that is for sure. But he recovers fast, though his gut feeling is telling him that this will not be the last time he will get thrown by her.

"How dare you—" he began, feeling rather angry by her action, though soon cut off.

"How dare I? How dare I? How dare you! You were the one who promise to protect and keep her safe as you would of your own individual. To love her and cherish her until the eternity of time. Those were the only reasons why I let her go with you. Yet you were the one who broke it and let her got killed. Of course I will be upset. You deserve every wrath I inflict upon you, Borson!"

Now he begins to gaps the essence of the situation. He knows a few things now. Firstly, she seems to be close to his adoptive mother, Frigga. Second of all, like he is, she despises his adoptive father. A fact which he appreciates, for another god to hate the Allfather, yet becomes unfortunate for his condition right now as he is in disguise as the hated god.

"1, 2, 3…. Truth or Dare is here," the male announces, causing Loki to realize that he no longer is in his throne room, but in the middle of the space itself.

Strangely, he does not feel any lack of gravity pull. In fact he can still feel the ground underneath his feet, though he cannot see anything but miles and miles of galaxy and stars. Is this an illusion?

Being the master of trickery makes him well aware when something like his magic of expertise being pulled. Yet he cannot feel such traces at his surrounding. What exactly is going on? Did they move them to a different location? Why is he still be influenced by gravity?

"Forgot this. I am too old for such games. Let him lose," the female tells the male, but Loki knows that her non-seeing eyes are directed at him. One second she is there, and the next there leave no sign of her at all.

"Don't worry, my friend," Loki feels a hand resting on one side of his shoulder. "I'll help. Ame can't control my decision. Say, would you mind if I start first?" Loki shakes his head. "Alright. True or Dare?"

He cannot pick True, because of he knows Odin well, his life can just be sitting on the edge. So he will have to choose, "Dare."

"I thought so. I challenged you…. to get my sister fucked!"

The crude word causes Loki to blink at him a few times. Noticing his silence, the other god continued.

"Of course, that will no be easy, as she hates corporal form. But if you can get her to go down that mortal experience, you will surely get your chance. The true challenge now is to make someone willing to fuck her. Because, you know, she has the tendency to appear in a less favorable form, if you get my drift." Again, a new expression of word.

"Why would you…. makes such a challenge?" Odin asks carefully.

"She is too tense. That's why she is always no this and no that. Still not interested? Well, if you win, I am willing to give one of my thousand-life sphere." He winks at him, if that is even possible. "See? I'm actually on your side. I know how much you love extending your lifespan."

"Fine. I accept your challenge." He might as well get something out of this.