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13. Punitive Action
So I decided to post this one early, as I had already written it before posting the last chapter. So enjoy. And yes I did notice that I spelled Edmure wrong in the last chapter, but it wasn't intentional. Unfortunately autocorrect does not like the names used in Game of Thrones and is constantly trying to fix them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
From the moment Loki had gained the former memories of this body, he had had planned for this moment. The moment he could finally let loosen the restraints he placed on himself whilst he lived in the North.
Loki loved his new family, in his own way at least, but at times their honest,honorable and Northern way of doing things had left him incredibly bored at times. For Loki was a God of Mischief, it was in his nature to cause havoc both big and small, regardless of if it provided any real benefit or not.
Despite knowing his family loved him, or at least loved the image he presented them, he also knew that he could never show them his true nature if he wanted to keep that love. After all, his former family knew him for eons more than his new one, yet even despite knowing his nature, despite knowing it was not something he could so easily change about himself, even they had expected him to behave like their true son, who was as open as he was arrogant.
But Loki knew better now.
Loki didn't change himself completely, allowing for slight trickles of his true mischievous nature to show themselves occasionally. However, despite this Loki played his role beautifully. A little mischievous, but bright. Sharp-tongued like no over Stark before him, but not unexpected considering his Tully roots.
If it was Bran the Bright they wanted to see, then Loki would not allow them to see anything else behind that mask, for now at least. Although, that did not mean that the real him wasn't tittering impatiently behind this fa?ade, eager to come out and play like a toddler given a new toy.
So when the conniving Lannister's, who had caused the majority of the chaos in the memories he was shown, finally arrived in Winterfell.
Loki knew that playtime had finally come.
And he was ready to win.
Loki's plan started long before the Lannister's arrived.
His first order of business was to have the Broken Tower fixed. He had done this by approaching his father one day, telling a little fib that one of the broken boards of the tower had fallen and nearly hit little Rickon whilst the two were playing. Convincing Rickon to lie to their father was rather easy, his brother was always eager to assist him, as he didn't want to miss out on what his elder brothers did.
So after hearing this tale on how his negligence to fix a single tower in a large castle nearly killed his youngest child, his father immediately commissioned for the tower to be repaired. A process which took a large amount of time considering the damage done to the tower.
Time which Loki utilised in order to turn the Broken Tower into a springable trap for two breeding lions.
Loki had insisted to his father that he was more than capable to supervise the repairs to the tower, citing how Robb and he were far too busy managing the other affairs at Winterfell to oversee them themselves. Loki had also made sure to keep a mock guilty look on his face in order to convince his father that he wanted to oversee the repairs due to guilt at his younger brothers 'near injury, which his father had lapped up and agreed to allow him to do so.
It was no wonder he had died in King's Landing, the man couldn't spot a lie even if it danced naked in front of him whilst shrieking.
So whilst overseeing said repairs Loki was able to make some improvements to the tower of his own. Improvements that never failed to bring a smile to his face.
For starters he had carefully carved alarm runes in the floorboards, so that when the Lannister's arrived he would immediately know when they stepped foot in the tower. However, he truly completed these runes when the Lannister's arrived, stealing a lock of Cersei's hair from the snakes he had enchanted into her braids as well as blood from his fight with Ser Jaime in order to key the runes to the two.
Meaning it would only go off if the two of them stepped foot in the room.
Loki had then commissioned for there to be a couple of bookshelves and a bed placed in the tower, with fine fur sheets with matching curtains for the large window. When questioned by his parents about this decision, Loki merely stated that he wished to use the tower as a 'rest area' for him to study in peace away from his siblings, particularly Arya and Rickon who were known to be a bit wilder, which his parents had allowed.
However, the sheets, the curtains and even the books placed on the bookshelf were enchanted. These enchantments were also now keyed to the Lannister's, something he had decided to do after one of the books had violently assaulted his head when he stepped into the tower to check on the alarm wards.
A book which he had promptly burned for its insolence.
So with those preparations taken care of it was now a matter of louring the prey into the nest. For whilst the once Broken tower was the most isolated part of Winterfell, it would take inside knowledge to learn of it.
Inside knowledge he was more than happy to slip.
"Did you know that there is a secret tower in Winterfell?" Loki told Tommen softly at the breakfast table, causing the young boy to drop his spoon into his bowl of porridge.
"Really? Where?" Tommen asked, his voice rising with excitement.
Loki gently shushed him, a gleam in his eye "yes, It's hidden between the First Keep and the North gate." Loki leaned closer to Tommen, lowering his voice to a whisper "Would you like me to show you after breakfast?"
Tommen looked like he was about to burst from excitement, however he quickly subdued himself "I would have to ask mother," he said softly, "but I doubt she would let me."
"Well it wouldn't hurt to ask now would it?" Loki said, motioning towards the boy's mother who was sitting at the head of the table along with the King, a sour look on her face.
Tommen nodded, quickly sliding out of his seat to run towards his mother.
Loki tried to keep his eyes on him, however a tug on his sleeve grabbed his attention. Loki turned, only to see a pouting Rickon and an annoyed looking Arya.
"Why are you offering to show it to him?" Arya asked, a demanding tone in her voice "you've never let us in your tower so what makes him so special?"
Loki opened his mouth to retort that it wasn't their business, but before he could say anything Sansa cut in.
"Isn't it obvious Arya?" Sansa sniped, eyeing him in an almost giddy manner "Bran is trying to get on his future wife's good side by being friendly with her younger brother!"
Loki immediately scowled, which caused Arya's expression to immediately change from one of annoyance to one of amusement "who knew you were such a romantic, brother," she said, an impish smirk appearing on her face "and here I thought you said girls were a waste of time."
"Well people can change," Sansa said, once again speaking before Loki could open his mouth to refute "perhaps this is a sign that Bran's finally ready to become a man, he is to be the new Lord of Riverrun after all."
Loki drowned out the steadily growing argument between his sisters, both grateful and annoyed at Sansa for distracting Arya and Rickon for him, to turn his attention back to Tommen and Cersei.
Based on Tommen's face alone, Loki knew that the Queen had said no like he thought he would. As Tommen ran back to tell Loki the news however, Loki did not miss the contemplative expression on the Queen's face.
Loki smirked.
The Queen had taken the bait.
It was now time for Loki to organise the final part of his plan, which, thanks to the three-eyed-raven's interference, which he did not need, thank you, was going to be much easier to organise.
As one of the sons of Eddard Stark, Loki was expected to attend and participate in the King's hunt, something which, regardless of his plans, he did not want to do. After all, Loki wanted a front row seat to the plan he had so carefully crafted over the last months.
There was no way he would miss it.
So with that thought in mind, after breakfast, he approached both his father and the King in order to wiggle his way out of it.
"What do you mean you don't want to go on the hunt!?" the King bellowed, causing Loki to take a slight step back in order to avoid spit flying on his face.
"It's not a matter of not wanting to go your grace," Loki started, ensuring to keep his voice as smooth as possible "It's just that-" Loki cut himself off, pretending to shuffle uncomfortably.
His father's eyes softened, as he placed his hand on his shoulder "what bothers you Bran, it's not like you be this nervous."
By pure will Loki forced a blush on his face "you see father, your grace," Loki started, being sure to avoid eye contact in order to make his ruse more believable "every since being told of my engagement to Princess Myrcella, I couldn't help but feel guilty that she would have to marry someone she barely knows, so I was wondering if I could miss out on the hunt to spent more time with her."
Loki looked up to meet the King's eyes, who had an unreadable look on his face, as he continued "I hope it is not presumptuous of me to say this your grace, but your daughter seems to be a sweet and beautiful girl, I would feel unimaginably guilty if I were to wed her without first ensuring she was comfortable with me first."
Not that he was truly intended to wed her, but the King didn't need to know that.
The King stared at him for a moment, before bellowing out in laughter. "He's your son alright Ned!" the King said smacking father on the back, causing him to nearly fall over "real romantic, just like you! At this rate we're gonna have to peel Myrcella off him with a stick!"
Loki blinked.
That was an incredibly strange way to talk about ones 'daughter.'
But Loki chose not to dwell on it. Instead, he humbly accepted the King's permission to miss the hunt to 'woo' his daughter. Again, Loki had never heard a father talk this way about their 'child.'
So, that was how he had found himself in the situation now. Sitting side by side with Myrcella in the courtyard, patiently waiting for the wards in the tower to set off whilst his two sisters sat opposite of them, mischievous expressions on their faces.
Loki scowled.
Of all the times for them to get along it had to be at his expense.
Loki would have his revenge eventually.
"Did you know that Bran's a really good drawer?" Sansa told Myrcella, causing the Princess to glance at him curiously.
"Really?" Myrcella said, looking at him curiously "would you mind showing me some of them then?"
"I would love to," Loki said, trying to keep himself from gritting his teeth "however it appears I don't have my book on me at the moment-"
"It's in his room!" Arya cut Loki off, causing Loki to give her a subtle glare behind Myrcella's back, a glare which she responded to by grinning at him "why don't you go get it Bran?"
Loki opened his mouth to tell her that she could go grab it herself if she wanted to see so badly. However, before he could do that he felt it.
The wards had been tripped.
With that, Loki allowed a smile to slip on his face, causing Arya to give him a confused look. "Your right Arya," he said, turning to face Myrcella "just give me one moment and I'll retrieve it for you."
With that Loki stood up from the bench and briskly walked out of the courtyard. However, the moment he was out of sight of both the girls and the guards patrolling the area, Loki immediately teleported to his room.
Fighting off the nausea caused by his magic, Loki turned to see Fenrir was laying on the bed licking himself, waiting for him just as he had instructed him to.
Loki immediately walked to him and placed his hand on his fur, transfiguring him to look like him. Fenrir jumped off the bed, stretching his temporary new body.
"Are you sure I can't come with you? I want to see it too," Fenrir said, pouting at him.
Loki crossed his arms and gave him a stern look, "you know why you can't, I need an alibi to confirm that I wasn't at the scene, so I need you to play as me for a while."
Loki paused, turning to grab his notebook off his bed, passing it to Fenrir "when you go back to the courtyard, show them the contents of this book, it's all the sketches I've done so far."
Fenrir, nodded, tucking the book under his arm before leaving the room, a pout still on his face.
Loki sighed at his sulking son, before immediately teleporting to the once broken tower.
Loki immediately vomited on the grass.
This was why Loki hated teleporting whilst in his younger form. Although he had trained hard to regain his former power, there were still parts that wouldn't grow until he was much older, no matter how hard he pushed it.
Wiping his mouth Loki silently climbed the stairs of the tower, activating the invisible runes he had carved on his armbands.
Loki grinned at the sound of voices and love-making echoing down the staircase.
The lions had wandered into the trap.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Loki gently opened the door, silently stepping inside the room. The twin lovers were far too busy intertwining themselves with one another on the bed near the window to pay attention to his entry.
Play time had begun.
Loki opened the door as wide as he could, before aggressively slamming it shut, causing the lovers to immediately sit up on the bed.
"What was that?" Cersei asked, a slight lilt of panic in her voice.
Jaime immediately got out of the bed to investigate the door, grabbing his sword on the way whilst his partner used the sheets to cover herself.
Jaime opened the door, his sword raised, however upon seeing nobody he sighed.
"It must have been the wind," Jaime told Cersei, walking back to the bed whilst placing his sword next to the bedpost.
"Are you sure? Are you completely sure that no one saw us?" Cersei questioned, her eyes darting around the room in paranoia.
"Relax Cersei," Jaime told his sister, kissing her softly on the lips "the only ones here are you and me."
Loki scrunched his nose at the affection.
Yeah no, this was not going to continue.
Loki tapped the bed, activating the enchantments placed on it. Immediately the sheets of the bed wrapped around the two lovers, trapping them against the bed.
The lovers screamed in horror, fighting desperately to free themselves from the tightening grasp of the sheets.
The first of the two to free themselves was Jaime, who had managed to free his arm enough to grab his sword and slice the sheets off himself.
"Jaime, help!" Cersei cried, causing Jaime to turn towards the lump under the sheets that was currently Cersei, his sword raised to free his sister.
Loki smirked at him.
Didn't his mother ever tell him not to spoil others' fun?
Loki tapped his foot on the enchantment placed on the carpet, causing the carpet to slip out from under Jaime's feet, knocking him prone on the ground.
"Jaime you idiot!" cried Cersei, still futilely struggling against the sheets "get me out of here NOW!"
Jaime struggled to his feet, sword still in hand. However, he looked incredibly disorientated.
Loki thought off a laugh as he tapped the bookshelf.
Immediately, books flew off the shelf in Jaime's direction with the sole goal of bludgeoning him. Jaime, as expected, was terribly shocked at the sight of inanimate objects coming to life to attack him. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head as he swung his sword wildly at the flying projectiles, the books slowly drawing him back towards the window.
Loki noticed that Cersei had managed to wiggle her head out of the sheets, trapping her, a horrified expression on her face at the mayhem before her. Loki grinned one more, waving his hand at the pillowcase behind her to block her vision once more.
It wouldn't be any fun if she saw what was about to happen next.
Loki strode towards the wildly swinging Jaime, who had taken refuge on the very edge of the window. Loki snapped his fingers, causing the books to innocently drop to the ground much to the disgraced knight's relief.
Loki didn't let him rest for long.
As soon as Jaime looked somewhat more relaxed, Loki snapped his fingers once more, causing the curtains to grasp Jaime's wrists and ankles. Jaime cried out in pain, dropping his sword to the ground.
As the sword clattered to the ground, Loki allowed for himself to become visible.
Immediately, Jaime reared back, a scared, angry look on his face.
"You!" he snarled, looking every part the lion his family claimed to be.
Loki merely smiled at him, silently stepping closer to his restricted form. Jaime struggled, but gave up upon realising he couldn't escape from his silky prison.
"I order you to stay away from me, you little brat," Jaime spat at him, his voice slightly trembling.
Loki tilted his head. Was that supposed to be threatening?
Loki walked until he was practically nose to nose with him, causing the man to scowl at him.
"What's your game boy? Trying to get a little kiss from me?" Jaime sneered, trying to make himself appear more powerful then he actually was.
Loki grinned at him, his smile so wide that it looked more like he was bearing his teeth at Jaime like the Direwolf of House Start then a smile of genuine joy.
"Play with you?" Loki said his voice soft in order to not alert the other party in the room of his presence. "Ser Jaime, why would I ever want to play with someone as boring as you."
Loki turned his head to look at the struggling figure on the bed, before turning to face Jaime once more.
"No Ser Jaime, I do not wish to play with you," Loki told him, his smile turning predatory as he slightly loosened the restraints on him, "I merely wish to send your family my regards, that's all."
And with that Loki completely released him from his restraints and pushed.
In one life, this action had caused this body to become a cripple and had ruined the boy's life.
In this life however, it would be used to end one.
And Loki loved poetic justice.
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