Even in Lokis waking moments, he now heard those voices. In the back of his head, constantly. And when he closed his eyes he saw them…. Him.
He saw Thor, standing tall about him. Holding Gungnir while Loki was holding on in the other end.
"Why don't I just let go?" Thor asked. "It probably would be for the better… It would be for the better."
Loki sneered. Hissing angrily.
"You are not Prince Loki." Thor stated. "You are pathetic, weak and a coward. Learn your place!" and with that Thor reached down and grabbed Lokis wrist making Loki gasp in pain as Thors nails burried themselves into Lokis hand. Then Thor tore Loki away from Gungnir and held Loki up in one hand so they now were face to face and Thor grinned. "Finally… The throne is mine. And you will be where you belong!" and then, he threw Loki. Threw him directly into the abyss, into the void. And Loki fell as the darkness consumed.
Loki sneered, his hands tightened around the sceptre which had been gifted to him. Thor was going to pay, pay for what he did to him.
All those years. Centuries of abuse and for what?
Corvus glanced up at Loki. They were at a spacecraft, flying through the galaxy. Finally they were at a place where there was light outside, stars. Flying pass them. But Loki didn't care. He kept recalling Thors face. And remembered what Thor did to him.
Corvus looked at Loki, his face without any real emotions. Then he stood up and walked to the back of the ship, soon returning with an object in his hand which he reached to Loki.
Loki glanced up and saw a helmet in Corvus's hand. Black, covering the entire face.
Loki already was wearing all black. Even his hands were covered in long black gloves. If Loki put on that helmet, not a single inch of skin would be visible. Loki lifted an eyebrow as he looked up at Corvus.
"Would be a shame to spoil the grand reveal wouldn't it?" Corvus asked. "Asgard thinks you are dead. You want to keep the element of surprise."
Loki looked back at the helmet, then finally reached out and took it. Looking at the helmet in his hands. "I want Odin to know…" he stated. "I want him to know how dangerous I can be. I want him to fear me."
Corvus sighed deeply looking outright bored, then sat down. Leaning his cheek in his hand. "I'm sure father will provide as long as you serve faithfully. Father never breaks any promise. He said he would give you what you want. You're going to get it." he rolled his eyes.
"When?" Loki asked in an impatient hiss.
"When he knows you can be trusted." Corvus replied in an annoyed tone. "Just do what he asks, and you will get it. Geesh." he muttered.
Loki sneered, his hands tightening around. A vein was starting to pop in his forehead as his electrical blue eyes seemed to almost crackle.
"Oh I got an idea!" Corvus held up a hand. "Why don't you leave behind a message?" he asked.
Loki looked up.
"You know, something that wont give away who you are. But build up the mystery, make them nervous." Corvus suggested. "Father said nothing about leaving behind messages."
Loki looked at Corvus, his blue eyes looking surprised. Then slowly, a grin spread on his lips and he grinned as Corvus did the same. Their face expressions outright mirroring each other.
"You know." Loki spoke in a calm tone. "I think I just might…"
"My king." Heimdal bowed his head for Odin whom he had asked to join him at the observatory.
Odin groaned, exhaustion all over his features. It was how he looked every time he was seen these days… When he was seen.
Ever since Odins fall which was quite a while ago now. Odin had barely been seen.
"Speak Heimdal." Odin sighed, even his voice sounding so tired. "What is it you think is so important that I should come here."
"An outpost." Heimdal said. "On an otherwise inhabited moon, build by a group of Centuriis."
Odin groaned. "Heimdal, we do not concern ourselves in the conflicts of others. The Centurii are not even part of the nine realms. This is not our place to interfere."
"I am aware my king." Heimdal breathed. "But a message was left behind, I think you should see it."
Odin looked at Heimdal, then he frowned. "Very well then. Show me."
Heimdal nodded as he reached forward a hand and touched Odins forehead and then Odin saw.
What had ones been a settlement, now in ruins. Burning, corpses laying everywhere. Maimed and burned and there. In what was clearly Asgardian runes! Written across the ground, massive runes shining in a sickly looking blue light.
"Soon the rightful king will demand his throne. Death to Odin."
Odin gasped as he saw, his body shaking and he swallowed. "Who… Who wrote that."
"I'm sorry my king." Heimdal replied sadly. "I only saw what carnage had happened after the attackers had left. I can only see one thing at the time and my eyes were elsewhere. As you said, this wasn't Asgardian territory."
Odin hissed as he pushed Heimdals hand away from his head allowing his normal sight back. "Keep a look out!" he demanded. "Find out who is behind this! A threat on the All fathers life is a serious crime!"
Heimdal nodded. "Of course my king." he stated. "I shall keep looking. If this person leaves another message. I will be sure to watch him in the act!"
Odin nodded seriously. "Good." and he turned around to made a short teleportion spell back into his chambers. The moment he did though he staggered, and then fell down on the ground as he dropped Gungnir which fell as well in a clank.
Odin grabbed his head as he hissed, trying to suppress the memories but to no help.
"Mark my words father!" A woman in green, a horned helmet on her head, and a mad look in her eyes. "I shall return! The throne is my right! I shall be King! The rightful king shall demand her throne!"
"No." Odin shook his head. "I locked you away… It can't be."
But those words… Those words written in ancient Asgardian writing.
"Soon the rightful king will demand his throne. Death to Odin."