This was not how he wanted to spend his day. Not even one bit.
He should have slaughtered the All-Father before taking his face, he should have driven his daggers deep into that shrivelled excuse for a heart. But it had been far easier to force him into the Odin-sleep and then spell him into imprisonment, or so he had told himself. To keep him alive would give him a ready stream of information to assist in his role, it would be the less dangerous of the options for he did not have the combat skills to match Odin, and so he stayed his hand.
As it turned out, that was a mistake.
Somehow Odin had broken free of his enchanted bonds, enraged at the actions of his second son and determined to end his madness once and for all. The staying hand of Frigga no longer existed to protect his life, and the All-Father surely would have killed Loki had he not fled. A desperate flight through one of his less stable pathways to Midgard.
The last thing he had expected had been to collide with Thor directly upon landing. He was on his feet in an instant, daggers in his hands and every muscle tensed ready to fight.
"Congratulations, Odinson." He spat out the words, bitter and furious. "You have excelled your ability to appear where you are least wanted."
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He should have slaughtered the All-Father before taking his face, he should have driven his daggers deep into that shrivelled excuse for a heart. But it had been far easier to force him into the Odin-sleep and then spell him into imprisonment, or so he had told himself. To keep him alive would give him a ready stream of information to assist in his role, it would be the less dangerous of the options for he did not have the combat skills to match Odin, and so he stayed his hand.
As it turned out, that was a mistake.
Somehow Odin had broken free of his enchanted bonds, enraged at the actions of his second son and determined to end his madness once and for all. The staying hand of Frigga no longer existed to protect his life, and the All-Father surely would have killed Loki had he not fled. A desperate flight through one of his less stable pathways to Midgard.
The last thing he had expected had been to collide with Thor directly upon landing. He was on his feet in an instant, daggers in his hands and every muscle tensed ready to fight.
"Congratulations, Odinson." He spat out the words, bitter and furious. "You have excelled your ability to appear where you are least wanted."