LOKI, KING OF ASGARD?
Chapter 1 – The Plan
Loki sat cross legged in his favourite nook of the library. The sun streamed through the open window across the floor. Particles of dust shimmered and span in large circles as the merest draft caught them.
He leaned against the wall of the nook, head bowed low as he scoured each page of the dusty tome cradled in his lap. His index finger carefully running down the length of the sepia page as he methodically read the fading runes, moving to the next page and the next, not finding the paragraph he needed. The dust caught in the sunlight swirled more chaotically as his demeanour became agitated and the pages turned faster.
"It must be here" he growled low to the room whilst continually searching the leaves.
A few chapters near the end of the tome, Loki found it and stabbed the vellum with his finger.
"A-ha, I've got you now" he crowed to himself, his emerald eyes glinted with anticipation. "Mischief time!"
He slammed the Grimoire shut, jumped up to his feet and ran to his chambers. The halls were empty and it wasn't far for Loki to reach his rooms. He had always been glad that the Library was so close by. When he was a small boy he would sneak back to his reading after his mother had tucked him in at night. Frigga always knew though and would leave a fascinating new book next to his nook. He valued her choices and would practice the spells those books taught, over and again until flawless.
"Just a few things to mix up, and they will all kneel at my feet!"
He searched through his armoire carefully looking for the rare herb he needed. There was a small vial at the very back of the bottom shelf which he took. He turn around and paced over to his desk, opened the top right drawer. He gently lifted the green felt within and exposed the ancient Jotun dagger. He had stolen this on his first skirmish in Jotenheim. He fondly remembered how skilled he was that day and how he had saved his brother's life with this very dagger.
"How very apt…"