Author's Note: Greetings.
I won't be posting for around a week because I'm going on holiday! I will try to work on this story throughout the time but I won't be able to post. I hope that's OK.
Chapter 9: Raze Them To The Ground
Thor strode to his sleeping chambers and asked the maids who were cleaning them to step out, probably a bit more fiercely than he should have. No matter, they were used to his mercurial temper.
As soon as they had left, he felt himself slump, all purpose left him. He sank onto his bed. His thoughts drifted to his earlier conversation with Mother.
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He opened the door to his Father's resting chambers and strode over to his mother who was sitting at the side of his Father's bed.
"What has brought you here, Thor?" his mother had asked, she was holding his Father's hand and stroking her thumb over the back. She did it for the whole family when they were sick or worried, which meant that Loki got a lot of it over the years. He was always so frail as a child. Thor had hated that his brother couldn't join in his and his friend's games often.
"I wish for you to help Loki. I implore you, please." Thor pleaded, throwing himself on a chair opposite her.
"I cannot reverse your Father's spell, I am afraid. I wish I could, truly."
"Why? Mother, you are the greatest witch to ever live, why can you not undo Father's curse?"
"Your father used Gungir, it holds ancient magic which I cannot untangle. The only person who would ever be able to is not with us at the moment. You must become worthy of Mjolnir again, my son. It is the only way." Frigga said looking at Thor, blue eyes filled with tears.
"I know not how, Mother. Please, tell me, give me a way to bring Loki back."
"I know not what your Father has deemed will make you worthy."
Thor had stared at his Father's sleeping form then. He looked tired, even when resting.
He suddenly felt a burning anger, like lightning in his veins. He was the man who had made the error, he should be punished. Not his brother the only one who didn't even want to go to Jotunheim.
Why was the Allfather doing this? Why was he not being just? Isn't that what he had told them as children, a king must always be fair and just? Well, this was neither! Thor was suffering, Mother was suffering and Loki was suffering. But Father was sleeping, unaware of all the suffering his curse had wrought. That wasn't right!
"I wonder why he has done this." Thor said, quietly, not revealing the molten anger inside him. He didn't want to upset Mother further.
"Your Father… he has a bias against your brother."
"Why?" Thor's voice broke slightly, he would've hated it with anyone else. But he was with Mother, she wouldn't mock his being emotional.
"I… I don't know what to say, Thor. It's best if we had told you long, long before." And, when Thor looked at his Mother, he realised that tears were leaking from her eyes.
He didn't stay long after that.
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Thor had a plan. He would raze Jotunheim to the ground. It would be heroic to rid the Yggdrasil of the pests and would surely make him worthy. Loki would come back. And Thor just hoped that it wasn't his dead body, he wouldn't be able to take that.
He had to pack all the things he would need for a quest as perilous as this. Then the only thing he had to do was convince Heimdall to let him go to Jotunheim. Simple enough.
Author's Note: Well, this is what this chapter turned out to be. It's pretty long, at least for this story.
Also, what do you think of my characterization? It's just something I've been thinking about. If you think you have tips to help feel free to comment!