sorry for the late entry! ^^;
i've been doing... stuff...
I'm so happy about the feed back on this! i think i'm gonna cry!... joking... i don't cry! But thank you to everyone, from the story followers to the readers! thank you so much!
Here we go!
Down the corridor. To the left. Next turn on the right. Mischief had found himself at the throne room. A Golden throne, fit for any king, lay before his eyes. Wondering as they were, they fixed upon the chair. As much as he wanted to sit –be it throne or otherwise- , the voice got louder as he headed for the weapons volt.
"come on… you're almost there… you can hear me, I know you can…" like a lamb to the slaughter, Loki followed.
The bolted door of the volt. Even in his state an opening spell was nothing too hard to conjure.
"come in… im in here!..."
He pressed an ear to the door. Leaving the bolt in its place. He didn't want to open it.
"Open the door! …I can tell you everything you ever wanted to know… everything that's been kept secret from you… your whole life…" The creature may as well have been spitting venom in to his face.
The god's head pounded. The cold iron of the door soothed it, but it wasn't worth the noise of the beast with in. He struggled to pull himself away from the door, from the promises. But he did.
He took himself the only safe place in Asgard he thought he could go.
So down to the dungeon he went.
Odin struggled to lead himself through the labyrinth in which Loki had taken them. Only drips of sweat and pure luck could help them now. Odin had his fair share of guessing, he may have been old but he was not a fool.
Thor could only worry. The closer they got to the volt, the more he worried. Though a word to his father in the situation and state of mind they were both in could affect more than the time space between them and Loki.
'Brother,' Thor thought, 'where in Asgard could you have gone?'
Out of breath, out of mind, out of time. The fire god had reached the dungeon. He patrolled the cells. Most were magnificent; spells and incantations- most of which he had done- covered the thresh holds which used to encase the creatures inside.
-As Loki remembers it most came to scheming with the other captures and started uproar. Odin was noted of this and the monsters were executed-.
Others were not so mighty, as he stumbled to the end of the room; simple stone walls and rusted iron locks. It was like any other midgardian jail.
The scene was of no importance to the weakening man. Just as long as he away from every other soul.
He collapsed in the corner of the darkened room. Pale, exhausted, losing will to live. He thought he was alone yet he could still feel the leach eating away at his brain and whispering melodies of sweet, sweet promise.
DRAMA BOMB! - AT reference!
i know... a really short chapter. but i suck at writing and i don't want to pressure my self into writing this otherwise it will go all pooy
haha poo...
see you next time? yeah! MATHMATICAL! ;)