Chapter 16

The maid brought a dress for me and I have to admit, it is beautiful. Beautiful golden dress which unfortunately is too long and is causing me to step on the hem and trip over it. Still, my trip to the throne room went without disaster with me falling down and I was still in one piece. The maid said the dress was a gift from the king, and if it was his idea to kill me by making me trip and fall off Bifrost that obviously won't work out. Whatever he has in store for me, I am ready.

"Lady Isabella."

Seeing Thor almost made me jump out of my skin. I wanted to spit in his face, pull out his hairs and break his neck. He was a hypocrite, promising to help me and doing nothing. If my name was by any chance Jane Foster he would be jumping around me, humping my leg like mindless dog he is. He may saved his loved one from a great foe he found in Malekith the Accursed, who ruled over Dark Elves of Svartalheim, but he will soon face a new enemy. Me and I will make Asgard burn.

"One son who doesn't want the throne, another who wanted it too much. Is this to be my legacy?" Why didn't they discuss this beforehand? Bored and having no respect for Odin or Thor, I yawned and sat on stairs leading to the throne.

" Loki died with honour. I shall try to live the same. Let that be your legacy. "

Huh. I wasn't aware of that part. I was told Jane was saved and the stone protected, but no one said a word about Loki. I guess it was to be expected, Asgard avoided talking about him during his life so why would they spend time on him now? Only best about the dead was not the case here. Small part of me felt bad for him, which surprised me considering Loki did nothing to earn my sympathy. Maybe not nothing, he had his good moments.

"I can not give you my blessing, nor can I wish you good luck. Even if I could, it could only come from my heart. Go. " Thor offered up his hammer."It is yours, if you are worthy enough to wield it. "

"I shall try to be. Thank you. " Meh, you're not.

Odin's focus shifted from Thor to me, but I had no time for that. I took a bold move and walked to Thor. From what I heard he is leaving to spend his days with mortal Jane and Odin's ass must be boiling now, but I was more for instant actions rather than lasting process. Go to Midgard, watch your mortal die, today, tomorrow or in fifty years, but you are not leaving without me punching your nose. Only then was he permitted to start walking away without turning back. At this point we could all be grinding up puppies behind his back and he would never know.

"What will I do with you?" Odin asked. It was a rhetorical question.

Sitting on his throne like a whore, playing the big boss and yet I saw an old man and a fool. Truly, I was repulsed by Allfather. He treated me poorly because I was mortal. As if I had the choice in choosing my species. It was the thing in Asgard, to look down on mortal as the weak ones among the realms. Partly, I disliked him for actions against Loki. When your emotionally unstable son is hanging off a bridge, you don't tell him he isn't good enough. You pull him up. You can always kill him afterwards.

"I had time to think of suitable punishment..." Say it before you fall asleep. "Recent actions of my son though, pointed to how unfair in nature actions of people in this Realm are." This new. "You are forgiven."

Just like that? He had too much doneky shit.

"As a gesture of goodwill, you will be given new chambers and extended invite to join me for dinner. You are free to leave now."

I nor thanked nor bowed, just turned my back to him. Two maids were assigned to show me where I will be staying and they took me to the room where grass vomited. I was never in this part of the palace and though it was very green I was thankful for seeing more colours than Odin's and Thor's red. It was nice and as more time passed, I found Asgard too becoming nicer. It might have to do with Odin who barely lets me out of his sight or maybe because I was getting better with bending minds.

Odin's change of heart about me was strange, but welcomed change. I was learning more and more of his people which helped me assimilate among them. He could be fun and I laughed, but I never forgot who he was. He told me stories of Asgard victories, praised Thor, ignored Loki, he also spoke of his beloved wife who he missed dearly. I listened carefully, solving puzzles in my head. Something was wrong and before I figure what, I will keep out from entering his mind.

"Victoria's army has set off." Heimdall informed me.

I found myself on Bifrost escorting Sif, who was given the task to return Lorelei back to the dungeon. Lorelei escaped to Midgard and Odin wanted her back where she belongs. Personally, I would kill the bitch, but it wasn't my call and Sif will be a good girl and obey given order. I resent being told what to do, but it does make sense. It might be one of Loki's theories, but it is the truth: Freedom is life's great lie. There can be no true peace with freedom.

Did you mourn for Loki? I wrote on a piece of paper while listening Odin speak, but I didn't show it to him.

Oh my, Loki. Love?