jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Odin was silent as he met the eyes of his enraged adopted son, and the avengers standing behind him, trying to decide how to respond, before looking at heimdall.”You will see them to loki’s rooms?We will see to this accusation soon enough.”Odin said, since he thought he was doing everyone a favor, that he was doing what was best, it never occurred to him that he would lose the challenge, not recognizing the demi-god in front of him, not realizing tony stark was the one he’d been trying to stop from ever existing. Turning to look at the court as they gathered, indeed they had been gathering for thor’s funeral, he waved a hand. “We shall postpone sending my son to valhalla until this is dealt with.”
“Loki...come..please.Loki...the babies...”Tony muttered wrapping a arm around loki’s waist, tugging the man closer to him, looking anxious for both loki’s safety and the twin’s. Having no doubt that the king of asgard was not above having them killed if he could get around it. “Loki. Take us to your rooms.Now.”Tony growled, putting enough demand and command that even without magic you knew he was dangerous.
“No...cant...its...no...”Sigyn struggled to seperate the present as she was seeing it, and the present as she was living it. Because despite the vanir being in control for the most part of her seeing, the death of a thunder god- a god who was such a part of nature that nature itself rebelled at his death- that the strands of future and present were blurring for her, keeping her for seperating them. Wrapping her arms around herself she trembled, scared for both herself, loki, and the child she carried. Trusting the boys and tony to keep them safe, even through the blur of what she saw, she trusted them.”Fandal......you know...Thor told you...”She said struggling to focus, to find the god in the crowd, hoping that thor had known they trusted and loved him, that he hadn’t been alone at the end..”Tell us. What past here?”She said trembling, not wanting to hear what she knew was true. That thor had died, spitted on fandal’s sword, a victim to the controlling spell someone(though no one could prove it, she suspected odin or his sorcerers) had cast on the man thor had loved.
“Loki...come..please.Loki...the babies...”Tony muttered wrapping a arm around loki’s waist, tugging the man closer to him, looking anxious for both loki’s safety and the twin’s. Having no doubt that the king of asgard was not above having them killed if he could get around it. “Loki. Take us to your rooms.Now.”Tony growled, putting enough demand and command that even without magic you knew he was dangerous.
“No...cant...its...no...”Sigyn struggled to seperate the present as she was seeing it, and the present as she was living it. Because despite the vanir being in control for the most part of her seeing, the death of a thunder god- a god who was such a part of nature that nature itself rebelled at his death- that the strands of future and present were blurring for her, keeping her for seperating them. Wrapping her arms around herself she trembled, scared for both herself, loki, and the child she carried. Trusting the boys and tony to keep them safe, even through the blur of what she saw, she trusted them.”Fandal......you know...Thor told you...”She said struggling to focus, to find the god in the crowd, hoping that thor had known they trusted and loved him, that he hadn’t been alone at the end..”Tell us. What past here?”She said trembling, not wanting to hear what she knew was true. That thor had died, spitted on fandal’s sword, a victim to the controlling spell someone(though no one could prove it, she suspected odin or his sorcerers) had cast on the man thor had loved.