"Thor Odinson, I have handpicked you for this mission based on your loyalty, your experience, and your talent. I ask you to search out the one who is destined to end us. Loki Liesmith, Silvertongue, Mother of Monsters, God of Lies and Mischief, The Bringer of Ragnarok. You will be rewarded greatly for your service to your land." Odin smiled down at his son, who grinned easily back. "Do you accept this adventure?"
"I accept." Thor agreed. "I will collect warriors and lead them into the realms until we hunt down the Liesmith." Thor stood from where he was kneeling on one knee. Odin nodded proudly.
"I give you Tyr, my war general to be of service. Hunt him down." Odin released Thor, who immediately took Tyr and a bounty of men with him and into space.
"I can smell his blood." Tyr grinned, bloodthirsty. They were still in Asgard, outside of the Dark Forest. A most fearsome place that no one is Asgard entered without important purpose. The majority of the men behind him were shifting uneasily, obviously knowing this.
"Come men! It is the dead of winter, no creature stirs in this forest!" Thor immediately went gallivanting into the forest, and the men uneasily followed. Since the others were all preoccupied with jumping at the slightest sound, Thor was the only one to see the flash of black and green through the trees.
"That way!" he declared, voice echoing through the trees and scaring off a group of crows. The man he was chasing was fast, but Thor was faster. Soon enough it was simply the two of them, the rest of the men falling behind.
After that, it was shockingly easy to catch up to the Silvertongue, and it immediately made Thor wary.
"So, you are the one sent to kill me?" Skin pale as the snow around them, hair black as the night sky, lips red as blood, eyes green as emeralds. He was everything Thor expected and more.
"I may not kill you." Thor informed him. Loki quirked an amused eyebrow. "I just wish to talk. About Ragnarok. Surely, there is some way you can prevent this horror?" Thor asked pointedly. Loki narrowed his eyes.
"You are an optimistic man. Yet, you fail to see what is right in front of you. I am coined The Bringer of Ragnarok, yet who is the one that is causing problems in Asgard and beyond? Who has begun wars on the realms for little to no purpose?" Loki questioned. Thor growled, raising his hammer threateningly. Loki leaned back, eyes widening. A few pathetic sparks of green magic flew to his fingertips.
"My Father is completely justified in his ways. He tries to avoid violence as much as possible. He listens justly and makes a decision based on that." Loki's bitter laughter cut him off.
"Is that true Odinson? Then why is it he has sent you to kill me?" Loki spat. Thor frowned, lowering his hammer.
"He did not send me to kill you Loki. He sent me to hunt you down and question you." Loki's bitter laugh greeted him again. Before Loki could say whatever it was that caused that laugh, the rest of the men appeared behind Thor.
Thor's frown deepened at the look of horror and panic on Loki's face. As the sorcerer attempted to go running off again, Thor jumped to grab his arm. Loki scrabbled fruitlessly against his grip.
"No! No! You fool! He will kill me!" he hissed, recognizing Tyr. Tyr the Bloodthirsty. Tyr the War General. Tyr, Odin's Right Hand Man.
"Silent your tongue!" Thor hissed back, turning wary eyes to Tyr. He may trust his Father, but he could understand the man's worry about him. "What is it my Father plans to do with him, Tyr?" Thor questioned. Tyr raised an eyebrow at him, laughing lightly.
"Your Father does not even plan to see him. We are to kill him." Tyr stated as if that was obvious.
"I told you." Loki whimpered, squirming once again. Thor shook his head, silencing him with another glare.
"Surely that is not my Father's will." Thor decided stubbornly. "We will bring him back so Odin can see him." He stated firmly. Tyr shook his head.
"Really? Prince Thor, will you go against your Father's ruling to save a murderer?" Tyr questioned. The soldiers behind him murmured worriedly. Thor bared his teeth at the general.
"Be careful of your accusations Tyr. Remember who you are speaking too." Thor managed through his teeth. Tyr's eyes narrowed.
"Kill him or I will." Tyr stated. Loki started making distressing little noises, green sparks jumping from his fingertips. Loki cursed the healing spells that he had been forced to perform a few hours earlier. The Dark Forest had harmed him more than it had protected him from Odin and his men.
Thor glanced from Tyr to the struggling sorcerer, eyes narrowing. Loki looked up, locking eyes with him. Fear, panic, anger…resignation. Thor blinked, looking away. Pulling his hammer from his hip, Thor raised it high.
And sent it barreling into Tyr's chest.
R & R.