Thor was fuming as he walked the halls of Asgard, the grandest big golden halls on his ways to the grandfathers chambers. Finally he reached the massive golden door, and the two guards standing outside with each their spear.
Thor merely gave them a glare and they willingly stepped aside and opened the door, clearly not daring to ask any questions right now.
As Thor entered the chambers his eyes was drawn to the big bed at the other side of the room, and on the bed a body enveloped in that golden light. Next to him sitting on a chair was a queen, her long golden hair falling down her neck and shoulders and her head bowed hiding her face.
Slowly Thor stepped forward, his eyes on the queen. Then he glanced down on her hands and realized they were clinched. Her body shaking, then slowly she lifted her head and the fury burning in her eyes.
Thor said nothing, just looked at her.
"They had no right." Frigga informed. "I told them no. My son is the rightful king and your duty is the heed his command." she smirked grimly. "But I am not born into the royal family, merely married into it. I only have as much power as my husband demands… And my husband." she looked at Odin.
Thors eyes followed hers and then… He wanted to be angry, to be furious. But he could not deny this was unsettling.
Odin laying there, his hair fanned out on the pillow. He looked so thin… So frail… And so old.
Thor exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes then looked at Frigga. "Did you know that Queen Bestla Odins mother was half Jotunn?" he asked. "My granmother, so we all have some Jotunn blood in our veins."
Frigga looked at Thor. Then finally nodded.
"You knew." Thor stated.
"I am more light elf than I am Aisir myself." Frigga pointed out. "A mix of great many types of blood runs in your veins. I think there's even some Midgardian in there to."
Thor frowned.
"It's tradition." Frigga informed. "The royal family marries to different people of the nine realms, and by combining their bloods creates even stronger heirs." she stated. "I believe that when your great-great-great grandfather reigned he decided to take eight wifes. One for each realm, he himself represented the Aisir."
"So basically I barely got any Aisir blood in me." Thor commented. Then he sat down on the edge of Odins bed. Folding his hands together. "Heh, Loki might be more Aisir then I am." he stated slightly amused.
"Personally I don't see how it matters." Frigga commented. "What does blood even mean? How does blood speak of your heart or honor. For instance, I carried you in my womb but not Loki. Yet, you are both my sons. He is just as much my son as you are. So what is blood really?" she asked.
"Well, if it doesn't matter. Then why not be honest?" Thor asked. "Mother, I know there is secret history! There is a secret library only the king may enter. I was king for eleven days, I entered!" he stated. "There were books chronicling Bors reign as well as the beginning of Odins reign!"
Frigga looked at him. "How much do you know?" she asked.
"Not much." Thor admitted. "But I am sure Loki knows a lot more than I do, and he will tell me. We made a deal. Loki is not one to break deals, ever."
Frigga nodded.
"I know Jotunnheim and Asgard were allies. And the alliance had been sealed through marriage. Bestlas was born a princess of Jotunnheim." Thor stated. "Then she died and… Then what?" he asked.
"Yes… Killed in her sleep." Frigga sighed deeply. "Found by her oldest son. Odin.. He found her in her bed. With a knife through her heart."
Thor looked up. "What?" he asked. "Why? Why didn't he tell me?" he asked.
"He never speaks of it, it hurts him." Frigga informed. "He only told me ones, late at night as he was woken by a nightmare. I had to pester him for a long time to make him tell me, he dreamed that it was me he found in that same position." she said. "He told me, and he cried… One thing that I know is that Odin loved his mother very much. And he swore revenge upon those who hurt her."
"Then who did it?" Thor asked. "Who killed her."
"Her brother. Prince Barin of Jotunnheim. Laufeys uncle." Frigga stated. "He was not in favor of the alliance between Asgard and Jotunnheim. He wanted it erased. He blamed the Asgardians for Bestlas death, making them look like the killers while the Asgardians blamed the Jotunns. When his ploy was finally uncovered it was to late. The two realms had already entered war and there was no going back. Bor was a proud man refusing to step back. Laufeys gran father King Lopir just as proud unwilling to admit he could have been wrong. Prince Barin vanished though, I assume he was done away with by Lopir."
"By the norns." Thor groaned rubbing his eyes.
"Thor… All of this happened over ten thousand years ago. Long before you were born." Frigga spoke quietly. "Most who were involved are dead. Perhaps it is not the past you should concern yourself with. Focus more on what is now."
"Was that why Odin just tried to hide it away?" Thor asked. "So he could create a different reality now?" he asked. "Mother… It doesn't work that way. We can't resolve what went wrong when we don't even know what it is."
Frigga looked up at him, then she glanced right. "You're right…" she breathed. "You're right."
Thor sighed deeply. "Mother, what are you thinking right now?"
"That they did a great mistake." Frigga stated. "You will be a great king."
"You know they want to make Loki king right?" Thor asked. "All he has to do is turn himself into an Aisir and show up. They will give him Gungnir."
"Well, then we still win. Loki to will be a great king." Frigga smiled amused. "And he wont let us down. What-ever your brother have planned, he will find a way to turn things in his favor and thus ours. Trust in your brother."
"I do mother." Thor smiled. "I suppose the reason why I handed over Gungnir so easily. Really I am just awaiting his signal." he smirked.
Frigga smirked amused. "A wise decision indeed my son."
"I suppose the reason why I handed over Gungnir so easily. Really I am just awaiting his signal."
A red pair of eyes blinked, an a blue head tilted as a blue figure was sitting crouched in a dark room looking at the magical window he had conquered.
Then the blue hand slipped through his black hair and as he did, the Jotunn shrank. His skin becoming pale, nearly white. His eyes flashing green. Any sings of markings on his skin vanished and then he looked at his hands.
White long slender hands which Loki looked at as he turned them. Then felt his face, and couldn't help but exhale a breath of relief.
It was quite a scene, there was stunned silence as an intruder entered the throne room of Asgard.
The council men had all barged inside, only to halt stunned. For there, right on the big golden throne. Not sitting, but laying right across it was a prince with black hair and green armor. Holding a golden goblet of wine in one hand, and using the other to feed himself grapes.
"Pr-Prince Loki." Myra gaped and so did all the rest. All except Torkild who stood straight.
Loki snorted. "Thanks for the rescue. Oh wait, I had to rescue myself." he commented, not making a motion to stand up. Instead he threw another grape up into the air, then bowed his head back and opened his mouth. Catching the grape with his mouth perfectly then chewed.
Everyone was stunned quiet.
"When did you arrive?" Torkild finally asked. "And how? We would have made a welcome. A feast in your honor."
"To make up for your inadequacy I bet." Loki rolled his eyes as he drank from the goblet. "Well, at least I hear everyone else is finally seeing what I told you all along. Thor is not ready to be king."
Everyone looked among each other then up at Loki. Then they nodded, and everyone fell to their knees.
"Then please, take the reign." Torkild asked as he were on his knee with the others. "Loki, King of Asgard."
Loki looked at them, his eyes narrowing. "Why should I?" he asked.
That made all their eyes widen and they looked up.
"Why?" Loki asked finally sitting up. "I offered everyone my warning and advice yet none listened. Even called it jalousie." he stated. "Then the crown prince drags me to Jotunnheim against my will and leaves me there. No one came to rescue me, I had to find a way back on my own. Why should I do any of you any favors?" he asked. "You don't need me as king, you have Thor! The golden child, do you not?" he asked in a mocking tone. "I don't see how I owe you any favors."
Everyone was shifting as they were kneeling on the floor.
Loki was frowning as he leaned forward glaring down at them.
The silence was palpable. And seemed to stretch on to near infinity.
Finally Torkild glanced up, and so did the others. Shifting uneasily.
"No one will answer my question." Loki commented. "Why should I do what you want?" he asked.
"It is your duty." Torkild said. "You're a Prince of Asgard."
Loki smirked as he sat his goblet aside, folded his fingers and leaned back. Crossing his legs. "And because I am a Prince of Asgard I should take the burden and then follow your wishes?" he asked.
Again the council people looked uncomfortable. No one knew what to do. Myra was almost shaking, Eir looked puzzled and Torkilds mouth was ones again becoming a thin line.
"Well I suppose if I must I must." Loki sighed deeply and they looked up. "How-ever, before I agree let's get a few things straight."
"Your majesty?" Torkild frowned.
"No." Loki held up a finger. "You want me to take Gungnir in my hand, you listen to me." he stated and they all closed their mouths as Loki smirked. "Good." he stated. "Now, you will follow the orders I give. They may sound strange to you, but you shall not question me. Just do it." he demanded.
"But, your majesty." A council member tried.
"What was it I said?" Loki asked in a snarl. "Do not question me!"
And that council members mouth snapped shut.
"Now try and remember this time." Loki asked. "I owe you nothing. I am under no obligation to help any of you. I am doing it out of the goodness of my heart." he stated.
And everyone looked nervous. This clearly wasn't going like they had hoped they would.
Thor was gaping as soldiers walking in line. "Make way for the new king." they proclaimed.
Thor blinked. King? Had one of his cousins come? But they didn't want anything to do with the royal house. Thor ran, pushed himself through and there… Was a man wearing green. Holding Gungnir in his hand.
His face, his green eyes. His black hair, all oh so familiar and it was like a shock to Thors entire body as he gasped. "Loki!"
Slowly Loki turned his head, then revealed his green eyes meeting Thors.
"Loki." Thor swallowed, his blue eyes misty threatening to shed tears as he took a step. "You… You're…" it really was. Loki looking… LOKI! And Thor reached his arms forward, as if prepairing to pull Loki in for a hug.
Loki frowned and Thor froze before he managed to reach his brother. Lokis eyes were serious, looking straight at Thor. Green eyes, cold and yet charged with resentment.
Thor was frozen to the spot, his arms still stretched out like he was a big idiot. Then slowly, he managed to lower them. "Loki.." he breathed again. "Loki you're... You're." he blabbered.
Lokis eyes remained cold, his face starn and in angry folds.
"You may refer to me as King." Loki commented.
Thor blinked, then his eyes landed on Lokis hand and the item which Loki was holding. Gungnir, Loki was holding Gungnir then Thor looked back at Lokis face.
"Ah, of course. I see." Thor swallowed both shocked and confused. "That's erhm. That's good, I think I.."
"Ones again you left me cleaning up your mess." Loki commented dryly.
Thor stood straight, then felt all the eyes on him. They had peoples undivided attention. Thor looked at Loki then took a step back.
"You will make a good king. Of that I have no doubt." Thor stated then he bowed for Loki. "My king!" he adressed him. Before standing up to meet Lokis gaze which seemed to be without emotion.
Then finally Loki offered him a nod and turned away, dismissing Thor completely as he took everyone with him leaving Thor behind.
And Thor was utterly lost… What was happening? What was Loki doing? Was his goal simply to be king or something more?
There was definitely something more going on… But what?