Author's note for any new comers to this fiction:

Pronunciation guide:

Aesir - ay ser

Bifrost - Bee frost

Asgard - Az guard

Einherjar - In hair yar

Heimdall - Haim dol

Hel - Heyl

Helheim - Hehl haim

Jotunheim - Yo tuhn haim

Loki - (as if this one needs explaining!) - Low key

Midgard - Mid guard

Mjolnir - Mee ohl near

Norns- Norrnz

Odin - Oh din

Ragnarok - rag nuh rrawk

Sleipnir - Slayp near

Svartalfheim - S var talf haim


"The contract…Loki said…was-" his dull and hollow eyes looked into hers, "-magically…binding….." Jay mumbled with a final smirk. He collapsed into his shackles, barely breathing. His head had rolled forward. He had nothing more to give. Now completely unconscious in that cruel semi upright kneeling position she had left him in.

Amora quickly got to work having a burning pain in her chest for his weakness was fast becoming hers. A dull ache an overwhelming desire to sleep took the both of them before she had a chance to remove the blades. The contract had been broken and her body was paying the price.

Her anger and resentment had blindsided her, she'd lashed out.

The same wounds she had just given to Jay constituted a massive contract breach, for he was unarmed and restrained but in her haste to gush about how good her magical abilities were she forgot the one golden rule of the contract….no physical harm intact of body and mind as agreed by the current ruler of Asgard for whom the contract had been agreed with.

The Enchantress in her newly pained state knew that Loki would be feeling the same pain too, the God would be furious or quite possibly seething with incandescent rage if he knew what she had just done…..that was if he didn't already.


Meanwhile in Asgard...a few minutes previous.

Loki dressed in his father's Asgardian attire which always consisted of a golden suit of armour to show strength and his staff Gungnir, a most powerful weapon; as well as his intimidating long burgundy cloak, helmet and eye patch…as ever the strong God was putting on a brave and wise face for the fate of Asgard was at stake depending on the outcome of this meeting.

Loki the God of evil, mischief and lies was meeting with the dark elves or more specifically Malekith the Accursed's next in line; his younger predecessor. The God could tell that the new predecessor was still quite new to the position. It was painfully obvious to Loki that this young blood thirsty dark elf was thrust into leadership before he was ready…purely by each word he muttered.

The dark elf was adamant that Svartalfheim was far more civilised than Asgard. The monarchy they followed had obviously force fed the younglings with such drivel that they actually believed it to be true. Loki had to suppress a mocking laugh when he heard that come forth from the dark elves mouth, his face though was completely poker straight not revealing any true emotion at all…inside he was rolling around on the floor laughing like a mad man, tears streaming down his face.

'Oh how lies have fed you, poor insignificant creature for if only you knew.' Loki thought whilst biting his tongue not wanting speak out of turn.

The elf and his clan came across as being overly confident with stories passed down from centuries past, the great race of elves had been around since before Loki and Thor, It was said that the dark elves were older than the universe itself, they had been around before the big bang existing in the darkness.

The previous leader known as Malekith had made a weapon out of that darkness and it became known as the Aether. It was considered an infinity stone while the other relics were actual stones, the Aether however remained as a fluid ever changing.

All the elves wanted to do since the first and subsequent convergence was to plunge the nine realms back into obscurity and back into complete darkness and the Aether would have allowed this. It was a force of ancient and catastrophic power, the Aether had the potential to transform the entire universe back to how it had been before light had appeared….but it was safe for now locked in the vaults of the person simply known as the Collector, his actual name was Tanaleer Tivan…..not that anybody really cared.

The Aether was now locked away from the almost decimated race of dark elves courtesy of the warriors three and lady Sif, after Thor and Loki had helped to subdue a large amount of elves between them on their own realm of Svartalfheim.

Malekith's second in command was called Algrim who became known as Kurse once his body had been forcibly changed, he was to be the last of the Kursed race of impossibly strong warriors and he, well, Kurse had been killed by none other than Loki but the dark elves didn't know this because none of the elves who fought in that battle survived!


They were going over the terms of their new agreements for a peace treaty amongst the realms. The dark elves still believed they were vastly superior to Asgard. They had outwardly boasted the fact that they were better than all eight other realms, save for their own of course. And now, the elves wanted evidence to see for themselves if they were the superior race believing they could control and oversee just as well if not better than Asgard.

The God of lies smirked when the dark elves suggested a battle of strength for Asgard, Loki was not usually one to agree to such violent tactics for he was normally the one to sit on the side and watch both sides fight offering no help to either but striking none the less when both sides were down and injured staking his claim to the victory himself.

So to him the whole idea of such violence in the name of a peace treaty seemed contradictory and absurd but just to keep them quiet he might agree if only to get them away from Asgard. He could tell that their increased presence was making the Asgardian populace unsettled at seeing a large Elvish warship stationed outside the palace.

His royal aid had told him such as soon as the ship appeared, even Heimdall had frowned at the large vessel when it had appeared for they were known to be a strong force to be reckoned with, each large ship had a sentry of Harrows aboard and each Harrow ship was capable of complete destruction and loss of life just like before, incredibly fast and shaped like a sword, one had even decapitated a solid stone monument without so much as a scratch to the ship itself.

Yet the truth was that their home realm of Svartalfheim looked to be dying, there were no plants nor animals anymore, it was a mostly dry and barren land plagued by sand storms and hurricanes. The dark elves with their stark white masked faces and hollow black eyes avoided the brightness of the day and night by living underground in a vast empire hidden from the now non-existent surface dwellers.

Loki stared at the white masked faces of the dark elves, the dark eyes giving him a sense of unease because he was still unable to read them to tell if they were lying to him, something he was exceptional at, he could read people well because he was the God of lies but these creatures made him feel weak because their facial expressions were duly hidden behind a stiff white mask, he dreaded what might be behind them.

He rested his head in his thumb and finger, a usually bored position, but it was all he could do to stop himself from going over old ground he had been repeating himself multiple times over the past few days telling the elves that he would not transfer the rights of the nine realms to Svartalfheim.

A pain shook him from his thoughts, it took him by surprise. He didn't gasp out loudly but his hand shot quickly to his chest and his breathing became laboured.

Loki apologised for he couldn't focus clearly on what they were saying. He was in too much pain and he left the room for a short moment with his royal aide in tow who seemed more concerned with the King showing a physical weakness in front of such formidable opponents who had tried to destroy Asgard a few years prior.


The royal aide joined Loki's side noting he looked out of sorts, pained to be exact.

"If I may High One…." He approached the standing King, offering a drink of water which Loki gratefully accepted.

"I-I'm listening." Loki replied wincing as he swallowed feeling a sharp pain sinking into his chest, he leaned against the wall and took a large mouthful choking on it as the pain felt like it was coming out of his back. He coughed and spluttered wiping madly at his face all the time staring out of the large window facing the Norns kingdom to the north. A look of fear was apparent in the young Kings eyes as he stared at the blood red sky looming over the northernmost parts of the Norns as sunset was making itself known to the realm eternal.

"If the dark elves want a show of force then perhaps send the black, green and white warriors for they have no physical bonds to their realm as of yet…unlike the red one my liege." He gently suggested holding the same goblet of water.

"What is your thinking behind that?" Loki asked straightening himself up holding onto his chest in agony as the same pain assaulted him but now on the other side, his eyes closed for he could feel an impossibly sharp blade piercing his own skin from the back until he felt the pain protrude from the front. He gasped again and struggled to stand swatting away at the royal aid who tried to steady him.

"The Odin sleep?"

"No." Loki hissed, sensing the all too familiar taste of blood in his mouth. Something was seriously wrong but he was at a loss as to what it could be. To Loki the taste was similar to being poisoned yet the all-consuming pain was the same as being assaulted by an unknown enemy…an increase in weakness, his strength waning and impatience growing, the God snapped at his royal aide without meaning to.

"Just answer my question!, why send them, when the Einherjar could give a good show of strength." Loki hissed through clenched teeth.

"Simply?" The royal aide replied. He was noting that the king was on the verge of collapse. "Nothing holds them to the realm they live in, save for the red warrior for he has a good wife and impending family keeping him grounded and firm." The royal aide replied as gently as he could.

"Are you in pain…..something ailing you my liege?"

Loki shook his head and clutched his chest before collapsing to his knees, he pushed his aide away as he tried to assist him to stand again.

"Jay!…" He breathed out under his breath, he attempted to stand again not wanting to seem weak in front of the Asgardian royal personnel but the same feeling stopped him in his tracks, that same awful pain as if something like a blade or two was stuck in his chest. He had managed to stand albeit haphazardly for he was leaning heavily on the wall, his balance was off considerably.

"Mmmmphhh…ugh…I need to sit.." Loki mouthed and swatted his royal aid away yet again, he collapsed onto the floor with a pained grunt, his legs having given way underneath him.

"My liege?" The royal aide crouched low next to him aware that the dark elves were only in the next room waiting for an answer.

"Audunn, I NEED TO SIT….leave me be!" He shouted in anger whilst white hot pain ripped through his body.

'The contract…J-Jay!' Loki squeezed his eyes closed.

"Send for Heimdall NOW and a strong group of Einherjar." Loki hissed reaching into his robes to soothe the fiery pains he felt.

The royal aide could see the King was visibly on edge. Now he was being troubled with the threat of war looming and so soon after the most recent destruction of Asgard and Midgard…..all at the same hands of the dark elves and their quest for eternal darkness. He believed the King who he saw as Odin, to be nearing the Odin sleep.

"The dark elves still want an answer, should we send them? They have no bonds and that alone will make for more effective warriors! " he suggested again gently aware that the king seemed to be in some form of pain.

Loki lifted his gaze up from the floor at his royal aide who seemed incredibly persistent in getting an answer sufficient enough to stall any impending war that the elves may be wanting. But his pain was making it difficult to think for the royal aide was being almost as repetitive as the elves had been for the best part of a day.

"Maybe you are r-right, a-at least whilst the young p-prince is otherwise occupied. It would seem the b-better alternative." Loki replied breathlessly.

"The young prince would be better suited f-for this th-though."

"You weren't honestly considering sending the young prince alone….surely?" the royal aide queried with just a hint of a belittling undertone.

"No….n-no not at all." Loki stammered nervously.

"In no uncertain terms should a member of this royal family be forced to do this unless it is war in which case it is expected for them to fight and die in protecting their people and kingdom from tyranny and oppression…..do not even consider sending him for a petulant show of strength….for he is too valuable my liege." The royal aide lowered his gaze as Loki shot him an angry glare.

"Aye, do not repeat yourself for I know all too well what is expected of a prince and king…..the whole reason for this is to prevent conflict….do not bore me with repetition for I have heard enough of it." He snapped at Audunn who duly flinched and stood back.

"Forgive me my liege, but I feel you do not understand the brevity of what you are making him do, you have no real concerns for his welfare?….is he so beneath you that would you rather he lose his life before he even has the chance to grow or show his potential?" The aide replied in a meek almost quiet tone that Loki could only just hear.

"Don't belittle me…the young prince should not be mollycoddled…he needs to learn discipline, analytics and battle strategy and the only way for him to learn is to be sent there with them…"

"That is a very risky choice my liege! Forgive me for I do not wish to sway your choices but I do think it foolish to risk it all on someone who should be considered as an asset to Asgard not a mere pawn…Our Einherjar have never known anyone other than Thor and the warriors three to be as energetic and so full of life as the young prince…So, would it not be a loss if he perished in battle?"

"It is your place to guide me yet not to sway. My choices are my own to make." Loki paused and clenched his jaw tightly.

"….Aye, I understand he is an asset, h-he works and trains with the Einherjar warriors and I-I myself have trained him tirelessly."

Loki paused to think, he was getting tired with the constant questioning, the pain he felt clouded all rational thinking.

"Aye, it would be a great loss to the Kingdom however….I have said all I'm going to on this matter, now j-just do what is required and summon Heimdall as I have requested! And the three warriors but give them fair warning…..if they want a show of superior strength then the d-dark elves will have one."

Loki pushed a harsh breath out between his salt white teeth, "And, a large selection of Einherjar to march into the Norns kingdom….I will be in my other bed chambers." He added, the royal aide nodded in recognition.

"As you requested my liege, I will summon him." Audunn bowed and left the king to sit in the throne with a look of pain etched onto his face.


Loki held tightly onto his chest staring up at the ceiling trying to ignore the pain that was threatening darkness for he could feel that same darkness closing in on him and he needed to leave the throne room before his true identity was revealed. To anyone else Loki resembled Odin All Father who was the rightful ruler of Asgard but to Jay, his brothers and of course Heimdall he was Loki; Odin's adopted son.

He stood up struggling to breathe and proceeded to stumble down the golden steps edging ever nearer to the wall for support. It was more luck than judgement that he had managed to stay upright considering the seventeen golden sweeping steps he had just traversed down without actually falling. There was some consolation in having his father's weaponed staff as a walking aid, of which it wasn't meant for but it did prevent him from falling.

The throne room was humongous and easily the biggest room in the palace, when a coronation took place the room was full of Asgardians, notable otherworldly creatures and the royal family and yet it still wouldn't be filled. The only time it had looked full was when an elven Harrow ship had flown into it knocking down a multitude of support pillars in the process.

That was the only time it had looked smaller; the addition of fallen broken marble coupled with a large amount of dead warriors both enemy and ally, and, a destroyed throne could make the throne room look small in comparison to how it was meant to look. That all happened the last time the dark elves had come to Asgard and Loki was ever dubious of their intents for he was eager to avoid war again especially so soon after the last.

The people of the realm eternal had banded together and helped to repair the grand kingdom, many lives had been lost including that of Frigga, and many of the noble Einherjar had perished in protecting the family and the realm they cherished.

Thor had been banished from Asgard by Loki who had disguised himself as Odin, he had mentioned this to Heimdall only for the God of Thunder was not aware he couldn't travel back having been so busy with the Avengers. And finally the old fool Odin All Father…well he was sleeping!...still after all this time for his loss had been the greatest.

Loki had only found out from his mother Frigga that the first Odin sleep could have claimed him, if the All Father had refused to rest after such emotional turmoil then there would be a chance he would never wake. A potential catastrophe for Asgard as the realm eternal would fall into a state of despair and the realm would fall from grace….leaving it open to potential hostility and oppression….the seat of power open to anyone evil…..such as Thanos the titan.


He walked out of the grand throne room slowly, dragging his foot every so many steps, it almost felt like he had been stabbed himself, having the same pain yet none of the blood loss. The God held onto the walls for support, leaning heavily on them as before. All he felt was a heavy feeling and growing weakness. The realm was now swathed in a blanket of darkness and the Elven warship still stood out of place in front of the Palace, blotting out much of the brightness from the stars.

Having finally arrived at his own bed chambers he shut the door behind him with a pained grunt, feeling an urgent need to vomit but it never came. He felt so incredibly weak and in a world of pain that he knew was somehow related to magic for it couldn't be anything else. No-one in Asgard would dare to poison the King.

Loki squeezed his eyes closed as another burst of pain made itself known, the God again fell to his knees with weakness mounting, he seemed unable to stand for long.

"Mmmmphh…what have you done to him…..woman?" Loki struggled to grasp the armoire, the ornaments fell from the top of the unsteady furniture as the God leaned on it heavily. Many ornaments looked irreplaceable as they fell and smashed to the floor whilst he struggled to find his footing on the ever moving floor.

The God eventually succumbed to crawling as pain wracked his chest, it was almost as bad as the pain he felt when his brothers Thor and Baldur had invited him to help tame the native creatures that seemed to be running rampant in Vanaheim.

'A bit of fun' they had said for he had remembered all too well, it was anything but fun. He had been rammed by the big creature it broke many of his ribs and left him in the healing rooms for many a day. It was only after that, they; being his brothers and the warriors three, believed he wasn't strong enough for the battle fields which meant he had to prove his worthiness and dabbled into sorcery and mind games to help win battles.

Loki crawled on his hands and knees to his book shelf leaning back on it struggling to breathe, he seemed to be sweating profusely and he brushed his wet hair from his face as he looked for his scrolls from centuries past.

Scrolls with intricately written antidotes, the detailed ones were for potions his mother Frigga had made; typically all good potions too no evil ones were in her collection besides why would the Queen of Asgard waste her time on such evil doings when she could use her magic and sorcery for good. Frigga the queen had given them to Loki to help him understand any spell he cast or to explain any side effects of powerful enchantments he would potentially come across so if needs be he could reverse them or try to find possible antidotes.

He breathed through each pain as it wracked his body all the time trying to maintain his focus on finding the one he was looking for, the casket he searched through although ancient was also deep, some scrolls going far beyond Frigga's reign and into that of the blood line before her. ,

He found one eventually listing contracts using magic and the side effects of contractual clauses and the breaking of such contracts.

Thy magical contract hereunto betwixt two magical bodies should nay be entered into lightly forsooth is a binding contract and for whomsoever breaks the contractual clauses herein will be subject to the same misfortune, the subject of which the contract herein pertains to.

If the contract involves and stipulates a certain clause such as nay hurt nor torture on the creature of slavery and thus pain was inflicted then the original contract shall forsooth make both contractual parties aware hereupon by way of the same malison of said slave therefore inflicting the same treatment on the aggressor as was inflicted on the slave.

If thou slave dies as a result of the contract then thereunto effects the contractee will knowingly join the slave on their journey to their final resting place in eternal rest.

"Damn you Amora, what have you done…..are you not learned in the arts of magic, foolish heathen…mmphh." Loki shook his head looking over the scroll again seeing the words 'slave' standing out as if it was standard practice once.

'Slave!…no, I really need to alter some of these scrolls for that will never do, he is not my slave, his female side….however …No, now is not the time.' Loki scolded himself and winced again, rolling the scroll up and casting it at his feet. It had not really given him much of an answer except for the fact that he still knew Jay was in pain, not dead and it wasn't by his doing. Amora had broken the simple clause which she had promised, it was her payment choice to choose him for the week but no harm was meant to come to him.

He crawled to his bed slowly for rest and recuperation mostly but also to try something new, well newish because he still hadn't truly mastered it himself yet. He had been trained in mind control from Thanos, having fallen through space when the first observatory and rainbow bridge had been obliterated. Loki had landed in what was known as Sanctuary or the dead space. For it was notably found between certain realms, and of course whilst there he was trained until he could wield the mind stone sceptre, making him strong in mind helped him to use the golden weapon.

Now however he was back in Asgard, the sceptre had been lost for Shield had it and he had furthered his mind reading powers from none other than his estranged wife….Sigyn.

Telepathy or a telepathic link could work for the original spell betwixt them made them close as protector and prince but it would only work if he could ignore the pain for long enough and if he had no distractions. The only downside was how exhausting it could be for both people who would share the link, Loki was lying in bed so for him it was the perfect place….Jay however, Loki wasn't sure of his location….he only hoped he was lying down on the floor or a bed if he was injured.

The God had performed this same mind link only a few weeks ago when Jay had been so ill he was almost dead, it had been easier to do it then because Jay was lying down incapable of moving. His body had died all that was left was his mind and that was the part Sigyn spoke to allowing Loki to do the same. His witty humour was still strong even though he was past deaths doors, he had at one point had both feet firmly in both Hel and Valhalla, technically he had died that day, but Loki had not divulged that much to him nor Cole.

He lay on his bed and closed his eyes grunting every so often as the waves of pain passed, he was also waiting for Heimdall to arrive but he knew that could take a few more minutes yet plenty of time for this.


'Jay!…..' Loki focused on the young prince unable to see him in person, his mind was being pushed through a vortex linking to his young protector, the effect was similar to a swirling green worm hole until it connected to Jay at which point it became purple verging on blue lightning.

'Jay?….I need to know if you are alright….'

'Loki…how are you doing th-this?' Jay wheezed in response, even in his mind the voice sounded weak.

'I sense…your pain?' Loki replied gently with a soothing and coaxing tone.

'Really, did you sense it when I told you how evil she was?' came a sarcastic retort laced with venom aimed at none other than Loki.

'Please don't do this now…why am I in pain?….'

'Why is it always about you?' That sounded genuine but sarcastic according to Loki, a ploy to avoid answering the question, otherwise known as an indirect question rather than an answer which he was expecting.

'Jayson?...'

'It's Jay…actually! She calls me Jayson and it… gahhh never mind…wh-what do you want anyway?'

'You're in pain?'

'Sort of…'

'Can you divulge so I can assist at all?'

'No..'

'What happened Jay?'

'We fought..'

'Was that it?'

'Yeah.'

'Anything else you wish to tell me?'

'Nope!'

'Could you perhaps give me more than one word answers?'

'…..No.'

'Please…..stop this petulance Jay I'm trying to help….'

'Jay?'

'I know this link will not last indefinitely as it requires both of us to maintain it…'

'JAY!...'

'WHAT?...I'm joking it's kinda what I do…..just lighten up and quit shouting.'

'Still got that spark of wit, I see your time with her hasn't dampened your spirits at all?'

'Nope, aint nothing gonna keep me down for long except these two blades that she stuck in my chest…..mmmmmphh I reckon you feel them too in sympathy eheheh….considering your fucking stupid contract…..'

'They are still there?' Loki asked sounding horrified that Jay was still able to communicate as well as he was.

'What do you think?' Jay replied in his mind with a huge amount of sarcasm that made Loki smirk as he lay and focused on maintaining the bond.

'That isn't the problem though…..you're only contacting me cos you're hurting and weak right?'

'Aye, to both.' Loki replied telepathically.

'I'll answer you…..if that's what you want….you want me to open my eyes so you can see?'

'Can you still do that?'

'You doubt me?…..I'm not dead my liege.'

'Look, she gave me a potion okay and she made it just for me….I'm so lucky!' Jay replied maintaining the bond but weakening at the same time.

'You drank it?'

'Uhuh, everyday and it's vile.' Jay struggled to open his eyes and it seemed like a huge task to even lift his head but he did and in doing so he allowed Loki a brief glimpse into Amora's bed chambers.

The floor and walls were covered in a mixture of different shades of blood both old and new crimson red and purple. Loki was able to see through Jay's eyes, his gaze pulled Jays eyes down to two blades in his chest, the blood flowing slowly, until he moved his gaze to the bed where Amora was beginning to rouse from her pained sleep.

'It's not all mine…..don't worry….but then I wasn't really expecting you to!' Jay tried to keep his eyes open but couldn't and Loki was unable to see anymore from that perspective instead he chose to focus on the mind linking bond.

'The dark elves came for an impromptu visit asserting their overarching dominance of the nine realms for they wish to take control as always, wanting to cover everything in a sheet of utter darkness and despair.'

'My liege…I'm tired but I'll be fine….don't worry about me I'll be fine, only one more day right?'

'Jay…..I'm sorry, I should not have been so quick to accept…'

'Just do what you need to….' Jay interrupted breathlessly cutting the link and leaving Loki to recover from his end. He could tell the God was now worried, because he had just flat out lied to him but he didn't want him to come here to see what she had actually been doing that would be far too embarrassing. Without the added fact that he was still bleeding out slowly and Amora still hadn't woken.


Loki was disturbed from his conversation by a loud knock on his bedroom doors, he straightened himself up and climbed off his bed, his malaise seemed to have eased of slightly, although he figured that Amora would be feeling the same pains if not worse considering she had undoubtedly broken the contract.

"Heimdall thank you for coming to see me, I sense a march into the Norns kingdom is called for."

"Would it be anything to do with the prince?" Heimdall asked quietly whilst standing in the doorway.

"Aye….he is quite possibly hurt, by Amora's doing." Loki looked at the gatekeeper.

"It was my fault for agreeing to her yet I was so quick to cast his worries aside as if he bore no importance." Loki replied looking everywhere except into the golden all seeing eyes of Heimdall

"I realise now that he is important alas my mind is incapable of seeing past the evil of my future self…..whom I become when all this dies, when all this becomes insignificant…..that part of me believes him to be a waste of space and time…I have to fight that part of myself each and every day."

"Troubling times lie ahead my liege for both you and he…..but you will both prevail."

"Prevail, is easy for you to say but at the cost of what? What would possibly have to happen for it to come to that, the troubling times is not what I want to hear."

"A lesson you will both have to learn…in time."

"Lessons are for children not Gods." Loki sneered.

"Everyone is capable of being taught; both the old and young! Don't be so quick to judge young Odinson….."

Loki's jaw clenched at the name Heimdall just muttered but he chose to ignore it. He lifted his gaze feeling somewhat soothed by the majority of wise words Heimdall had uttered. The great gatekeeper of the observatory and rainbow bridge was about to leave having received his orders but before he left he turned giving the King some final advice.

"And Loki, my King you would do well to cast aside these fears you hold onto so strongly." He stated looking at the young King.

"For the fear itself will manifest and the truth is; it will become a reality if you desire something as strongly."

"Before you go, someone needs to belay a message to the black, white and green warriors for I am in need of their services for a week and no more."

"I heard of your plans! The royal aid is making it so, for he plans on visiting in person within the next two days my liege. Once they are all fully equipped and briefed on the situation they will be free to fight."

"Accommodation might be a concern though, have the Elves stated where the warriors will be sleeping or eating whilst they are fighting on Svartalfheim or are they expected to find their own in the barren wasteland they call home?"

"It will be decided in due course for we have one more day to finalise the plans, a show of strength is just that, there will be no death and no torture although the potential for humiliation will be great and of course everything hangs in the balance."

"No pressure then for the three warriors you want to send?" Heimdall questioned with his eyebrow raised, it was partially obscured by his large omega shaped helmet.

"Four warriors Heimdall, I'll be sending Jay when he is recovered….think of it as his last battle with his brothers."

"I really do not think this tactic will work out for you." Heimdall replied.

"Why ever not? It will be a fitting end to their journey together as a team." Loki replied with a smile, being so sure of himself and his choice to rid his protector of said weakness. After all, three of them had tried to kill Jay in most recent months and what better way than to say their goodbye's in a show of strength against some formidable opponents.

"My liege, if he distances himself so much from them who will help you when he tires, when he is hurt?"

"I am not completely helpless Heimdall, I choose to have him around me for my protection, he is my body guard if you will and he accepted it."

"Actually from what I remember you gave him no real choice." Heimdall scolded.

"Know your place Heimdall…I did not ask for the tone nor sentimental retelling of a tale you saw just as I did."

"I meant to make him strong in mind and body and I have done so."

"But at what cost? He is but a weapon now what kind of life can he have with that knowledge?" Heimdall asked with a frown.

"No cost to him, he does what is requested and he will continue to do so, once we have achieved our potential he will be free to live his life here as a prince but until then he is under my control." Loki replied coldly.