RAGNAROK IS COMING
— Go To Hel —
Avrid fell to his knees, fell before Baldur did.
Gods were not supposed to die.
They were not supposed to stand on shaky legs and look down, look at the arrow spearing their chest. They were not supposed to cough red blood on their snow white tunic and they were not supposed to croak the name of their killer with shock and despair.
Avrid went numb and yet his entire soul was screaming and bleeding right alongside the God. Shock had frozen the entire garden cold but then she was screaming and that might have been the worst thing Avrid had ever heard in his life.
Nanna Nepsdóttir screamed murderously, bloody and broken. She wailed hard enough to break the skies, break the moon and cast them into darkness. A darkness of despair and grief and she did not stop.
She screamed his name, the name of that killer. Of the trickstar who played a game far too wicked than could be forgiven this time.
He chuckled. Loki Odinson giggled high pitched and gleeful in the darkness but Avrid couldn't process it. He couldn't move.
The AEsir had descended into chaos, Frigg and Thor and Odin and Loki, running and swearing and delirious with grief for even Loki loved the god Baldur.
Avrid looked beside him and in the candlelight,- once a decoration and now the only light left in the realm- beneath that candlelight, a child weeped. A child no older than five weeped and sobbed in his hands, utterly heartbroken. A child that barely knew the God and yet could not breath through his small heartbreak. A child who shouldn't know how to feel such a thing.
Avrid stood on strong legs, legs moulded by the dead God merely two feet from him. Avrid stood and called the trickster's name.
Loki had run, fled in the mess of his own crime with his tail between his legs. With his father on his heels but Avrid knew they would not find him. They did not know the deceiver like he did.
"Loki Laufeyjarson!" Avrid roared again and then he held out his hand to be captured by his brother.
The trickster couldn't outrun a Night Fury.
Avrid watched him running, those two legs darting faster than an arrow through trees- as if that could hide him.
Toothless clicked low and loud.
A warning.
And then he fell. Avrid stepped off the skies, hurtling through the air with death on his heels.
One screeching spit from that Night Fury and the forest collapsed into ash, stopping Loki in his tracks.
Stopping him in fear, true fear.
"Loki Laufeyjarson." Avrid whispered and in this empty world it echoed.
Pounded off the ground and bounced off the sky.
Loki crouched down, ready to pounce. "Have you come to kill me, little human?"
His head snapped up at the creak that ran across the sky but he could see nothing in this darkness, in the moon split in two.
Loki took a step, his foot kicking a flurry of snowy ash.
"You can't. I am a God, you cannot kill me."
Avrid's voice was not human when he laughed, laughed in some unnatural demonic way. "You are no God."
The ash fell and through it Loki saw the hunched figure of a man, of a human.
Loki smiled. "But you cannot kill me."
The man stretched, stood and dipped his head back.
Loki saw the side of his face when the beast beside him opened its jaw to reveal a glowing blue orb.
That man was not Avrid.
"Impossible." Loki breathed. "That's-"
"Because only an immortal may kill an immortal, Loki? My brother? I trusted you." Avrid's voice broke and the God of deceit caught that breaking.
"Yes. You love me, Avrid. We are fr- brothers. Kin. Bound. You must forgive me."
"I gave you that arrow. The one you speared him with."
"It was a mistake, I did not know it would work, please Avrid. You must-"
"You will die Loki but you are right, I cannot kill you."
That man that was Avrid and wasn't, collapsed. Fell into the earth and Loki gasped, panic making him tremble.
"You mustn't Avrid, please! I beg you!"
"I like that. Do it again." Avrid slammed into Loki, throwing him into the earth hard enough it split.
Loki couldn't see but he wailed. "I beg of you, do not send me to her!"
Avrid stilled then. Went absolutely and entirely still.
"Do you think I would ever?" He leaned close to Loki until they practically touched lips and it was such a brazen act of disrespect that crumbled Loki. "Do you think you will even get close enough to her? That I would share you?"
Avrid grinned Cheshire wide when he felt Loki shaking in a fear strong enough dark little creatures had turned their heads up, watching as every other being did.
"I am going to cast such a torture you will not have the sanity to beg."