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Chapter 3

Loki walked down the hall in a triumphant gait, and although he was in chains he felt more like a king than he had in his entire life. It was because he knew that she was behind him, walking with her head bowed to hide the many bruises that littered her precious face and her thin little neck. He was triumphant because she had faced defeat. Loki knew that what he had done was wrong, making a creature never meant to feel the sting of pain against her flesh cringe at the sudden movement of his hands, to fear a slap or a kick.

Allie could not help but feel a fondness for the god. It was true he had beaten her and cursed her but she had not faced a worthy adversary in hundreds of years and the thought of finally meeting her match made her heart skip with joy. She could remember when Vor, the sister she was closest to, had come home half dead but elated because she had finally met a man whose soul she could not devour. Vor had been so happy that she had signed a permanent contract with the man and vowed to stay by his side until the end of time. She did not want this from Loki and she almost hated herself for considering him an equal and she could not help but admire him.

Allie had been looking at the floor for too long and she suddenly stumbled into the back of one of Loki's escorts, who in turn pushed her backwards and she fell, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. She could see the smile wrap itself round Loki's mouth as he peered back. She righted herself just in time to catch up to the party as they entered the throne room. Allie had heard Death speak of the grandeur of this room whenever she came back from visiting Asgard and Allie was left speechless as she realized that Death had been modest. The room was covered in gold, sleek waves of it covering the floor and the walls. It reflected beautifully and she thought for a moment that if she had the right vantage she would be able to see up the skirts of the fair ladies that walked through the room in hurried groups. Allie looked up to see Odin sitting in the throne, Tor and Frigga flanking him on either side. Allie had always felt some odd relationship with Frigga, a trust and a like. When it came down to it Allie would say that she liked Frigga and would not be bothered by her presence. She saw the expression on Odin's face change as their eyes met and she flinched slightly, becoming all too aware of her sudden vulnerability. She felt suddenly as if she was standing on the thinnest ice imaginable and one wrong move would leave her in the freezing waters below.

Odin's eyes left her and landed on his son, who stood below him. Loki had always been somewhat of a handful to contain but he had never imagined that he could be so cruel. Odin sighed as he reminded himself why Loki stood in chains before him and remembered that his son knew all too well how to thrive from cruelty. Odin felt the need to take precaution when facing his son, so with a wave of his large and bulbous hand two more guards appeared and contained the girl that stood behind Loki. He knew that with one command she could kill every person in the room. But something about the way that the girl flinched made him question his actions. He had never once seen a pile of filth flinch away in fear of being touched. Hurt and killed maybe but never from a slight touch. It worried him and he furrowed his brow.

"Be good"

Loki spoke calmly, a hint of mischief written all over his face. He had meant it as a threat to the girl next to him.

"What's the good in being good?" this was the only response he heard. His smile only widened as the words flowed across the golden room.

"Silence!" one of the guards bellowed from beside Allie. She had momentarily forgotten their presence, she had been far too enveloped in her own mental dialogue to recognize the danger she could have been putting herself under. It was one thing for a Prince to speak out of turn before his king, but for a parasite it was almost guaranteed death. Allie had been pondering what sort of punishment Loki might be receiving, wondering if this sentencing was a formality of an actual damnation. She hopped that it was damnation. After all if his wish proved to be a truly impossible task, if indeed he could not be helped she could return home to her own realm, back into the comfort of her numbness.

Suddenly Loki was pushed forward towards Odin. He was not made to kneel, but instead was forced to bow his head, staring only at the floor as his father spoke. He was being deprived of any form of retaliation.

"Loki" Odin started after much silence "You have been found guilty of the most heinous of crimes imaginable, you reignited war between the Frost Giants, you set the Chitauri forces free upon Midgard causing the loss of countless souls. You have shamed yourself and your race." She wondered if he meant that he had shamed all of Asgard or if he had shamed the Frost Giants…either way she could feel the sting behind those words.

Allie could not help but gape a little. 'So' she thought 'He caused two wars in a little under six months. Is that all?' She can't help but giggle. It seemed that this mans "heinous" actions were boring and commonplace among men that had ego problems. How boring.

"With that being said," Odin continued, "You are a Prince of this realm and your punishment will reflect your standings within the court."

" I'll take his place"

The voice that interrupted Odin and echoed around the room was Allies. As much as she hated to admit it to herself she knew that this one circumstance where he would need help, regardless of whether or not he had order her to help, regardless of whether he knew he needed help. In Allie's mind the contract came first. She could not fail Death.

The room had fallen silent and she made this out to her advantage. The guards had loosened their grip slightly and she darted forward towards the Allfather.

"I will take his punishments for him Allfather" She says in a breathless gasp. She feels the blush creep onto her face as the voices roar in the room. She blushes because she would much rather manipulate those around her from a corner of the room, not the center of a crowd.

The guard rush for her and one of them catches her hand but in an instant she is gone, the man's hand grasping at air. A second later she appears next to the Allfather, skidding across the floor slightly as if trying to stop herself from running into the throne.

Loki had finally been allowed to face upwards once more as her body appeared not one foot from the throne. He grits his teeth. 'What a disobedient slave,' he thought. 'I'll have to teach her her place'.

He watched her skirt about the room, appearing everywhere almost at once as she tried to outrun any attempts made by the guards to stop her.

She froze when Odin slammed his scepter into the golden ground, causing the room to tremble. Allie's eyes could not help but wander upwards towards the ceiling, checking to make sure it did not collapse upon her head. She noticed that the men around her too glanced around with worried minds. None of the guards grabbed for her.

The only face in the room that Allie saw was Frigga's. She had not turned or even moved when the loud clamoring of Odin's scepter had erupted. She stared intently at Allie, a small glimmer of hope and despair present above all other emotions. She heard the unspoken question fall flat in her ears.

"Can you?"

Allie nodded her head towards Frigga. She could and had every intention of taking every punishment that Odin could throw her way. But her motives were not pure.

"You understand that you have taken this matter beyond our realm with this proposition? You realize that this is now a political uproar?" Odin spoke slowly. Allie turned to meet his gaze before she cooed lightly, "Of course".

As the last word came from her mouth the lights in the room flickered in a suddenly chilling breeze. The metal became tarnished, starting where Allie was standing and slowly crawling into the center of the room, until finally the floor started oozing black tar like it was falling from the ceiling. Allie winced at Death's choice at a diplomat.

Materializing before the crowd was a male, slim and pale, looking as if she had been drained of blood. His auburn hair fell in his face slightly but it was cut fairly short. He hovered inches from the ground as he materialized, his feet bare and stained black with tar. Without looking up he landed on the now tarnished floor with a soft thud.

Ran. Allie's "brother".