My heart was still pounding in my ears as father and son shouted at each other, each one pointing the finger at the other. It would probably only be a matter of time until they got out the clubs and beat each other to death, so breathing heavily, I slung my torn cape across my shoulder and stepped over one of the dead Skrulls.
"Sire."
He didn't listen to me; he kept shouting and completely ignored me, but continued his shouting-match with Odin. I narrowed my eyes. I think I might hate today.
"Frauline, there's a bunch of guards heading your way. It seems the panic button has been pressed," Kurt whispered in her ear, "You must leave now if you wish your head remain on your shoulders."
Cheese it! The cops!
"Right, Nightcrawler," I said flatly, "I'll get him." I mustered up all my courage and tapped my king on the shoulder, "Sire, the Asgardians are coming, and they outnumber us ten to one."
"There will be peace, at the cost of your life!"
"Your guards?" he said indignantly, "your plan was to kill me all along, that's very... you," Loki hissed at his father and then looked at me with his deep eyes that bore into mine. I hid my slight intimidation from him as well as I could, but he simply gave me a tiny smile, "and what do you suggest that we do, Bodyguard?"
"I suggest a tactical retreat, Sire."
"Run!" Odin yelled at the pair of them, "run from your responsibility like you have always done!"
I wheeled around my glare at Odin, "go suck on a combat boot."
"I doubt if we have a choice," Loki narrowed his eyes as the doors burst open. Twenty or so guards burst into the room. He narrowed his eyes at me as if to say something like 'whatever your plan is, Wench, you had better enact it soon'.
"Wait for it," I held my king's arm for a moment more, "Crawler! Now!"