Loki sat across from the stoic man, that gave him a hard unrelenting look while stroking his chin. The look Loki gave in return was cool and deliberate. Sure there could of been easier ways to do this, but letting Uther Pendragon, persecutor of magic users watch a magic user claim the throne was too much fun to relish. That being, Uther was the only man that he had not yet took control of his mind.

Many thoughts ran through his mind. The reason that he had chosen Camelot was to liberate those like himself of higher intellect, allow the rest to bow the knee, and take control over or kill all those that would oppose him. Arthur was still out there somewhere he knew. Not all of the magic user's accepted him, thinking that his opinion of those without magic was wrong, but most had taken quite a liking to the sorcerer that liberated him. Sure he didn't like the fact that he couldn't use his sceptre on magic user's, since some were still unruly, like those that were meeting with Arthur in talk of rebellion. What would the boy's father think of him, knowing that deals were being made with those types of people.

Aside from that, other things occupied his mind. Such as those regular burdens that take over a King's mind when he takes rule. Who amongst those that supported him that he could truly trust. Whether or not his activities had attracted enough attention from Asgard to warrant Thor coming.

Yet for all the things on Loki's mind, as he stared at the man across from him, only one thing held his curiosity, "Tell me more about the Lady Morgana," he demanded.

"If you hurt he-"

Silly old man, thinking he could threaten Loki, "You fool, I would not hurt her..." he gave a devilish smile, "I would watch my tongue if I were you, you speak to the King of Camelot," oh how he loved to rub it in the Old Man's face.

"I will tell you nothing," of course Loki had expected no other answer from the man. Uther was quite fond of the girl. That Morgana was the ward, and that her late father had been a friend of Uther was information he already knew. Yet, he craved to know more, for surely his love for the woman was deeper than that of a King and his Ward.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way...though I would much rather play my games so if you would continue to oppose me, I would be much obliged to do this the hard way," another malicious grin. Since he had fallen from Asgard, his power had grown exponentially, now that he was free to explore it.

There was no answer, "Have it your way then," Loki responded, rising from his seat, "Come," with a hand motion the guards picked Uther up from his seat, the chains that bound his hand and feet jingled as the old man shuffled along. At first he had struggled, though he had been captive far too long to do so anymore. He was led along like the sheep that he was.

They relocated to a small room with a single chair in it, which Uther was sat down and locked into. The guards left the two alone, "See now, if you had only humoured me in the first place, we could of had a quaint chat over dinner," his captive shot him a dirty look and Loki chuckled.

"Why do you want to know about Morgana?" he asked angrily.

"Well you see, when I first arrived here, I found out that those with stronger magic resisted my usual methods...and Morgana was counted among them,"

"I don't believe you," he shouted angrily.

Loki cocked an eyebrow, it was not the first time Uther had spurred the truth, "You know your son is consorting with such people, to win back the throne. I wonder what it is he has promised them if he wins,"

"Arthur would nev-" the sound of Loki's back hand across the speakers mouth ended the sentence promptly. The taste of metal took to Uther's mouth but he would not give the God the enjoyment of knowing he had split the inside of his cheek, so he swallowed the blood.

"I am a busy man Uther, Pendragon you will tell me what I wish to know..."