The twelfth day, the Kursed came.

It came blundering into the prison, smashing things left and right.

What a stupid creature, he thought.

As it freed the other prisoners from their cages, he found himself eagerly anticipating his turn. Clenching his fists, he willed his face into an impassive mask. He would look every bit as dignified as the rightful king of Asgard should look.

But as it neared his prison, the Kursed hesitated. Stared at him, eyes boring deep into his soul. He brushed the fanciful thought away and waited.

The Kursed turned away, and his prison remained intact. Desperately trying to prove his worth, he spat out an instruction, directing the creature towards Odin's quarters, hoping it would be enough to persuade the beast to set him free.

It wasn't.


A/N: ohhh the pace is picking up!