Imagine that Loki manipulates Odin to let him invade a realm, showing him that the realm has been acting unruly and ignoring Asgard’s guidance for peaceful settlement of their ‘differences’. In truth, he is acting on the missive of the realm’s princess, who had sent it to Loki to ask him to rescue her and her kingdom from her brother’s rule. Her brother is known to be reckless and ill-tempered. Further, she states that he’s planning to marry her off to a corrupt and cruel noble. Truth is, despite all of this being true, she also wants to remove her brother in order to rule herself. After his first attack, Loki truly gets to know of her plans. He is rather annoyed that she’s trying to use him to attain her personal ambitions, so he states his own conditions in providing aid and protection to her. And the first of these conditions is that she accept to become his war bride.
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Characters: Loki, OC Vidar (God of Vengeance and silence), Odin
Summary: Loki is in planning for vengeance against Asgard now that old fires have been reignited.
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He knew not of what his origins were truly, nor did he know his reasons for finding him. How did he find him? Loki was quite careful when he used his magic against Midgardians, or even for his own needs and purposes. How he had finally found him, after he does not know how long, is past his comprehension. He kept invisible since he left the closed door of the basement. He could not be more careful. Maybe this man was a rat of SHEILD's, trying to gain his trust so they could capture him at his weakest.
After extensive searching he found nothing. The ability to put one of their spies under his spell for truth had been empowering. Loki had not had such control over a human in decades. To direct their every movement, tell them what to say and when. It was… glorious.
Upon his return to his home the god strolled into the basement with a platter of assorted foods in his hand. He set it down on the chair and grabbed an apple throwing it in a small game of catch in his hand. Loki walked towards Vidar, peering over his unchanged body. The only changes seemed to be spider web-like burns around his wrists and ankles as well as dark circles beneath his eyes.
"I told you creating any spells while entrapped would be against your best health," Loki pointed out. He threw the apple into the air a final time and kept it to levitate, swirling it with the wave of his fingers. "In the past five days time I have scowered the earth with mine ears to hear of your plan. Perhaps you are not a follower but a traitor. You see," he had the apple go in the direction of Vidar. The man noticeably squirmed beneath the restraints.
A throaty scream sounded in the man's neck as Loki used his magic to press the apple into the man's stomach, only then did he break down the substance once it was within the foreign bile. He smiled, his eyes dark, as the man tried to catch his breath through simply his nostrils.
"I found no such word of your plan." Loki twisted his fingers, removing the muzzle so it sat in his hand now. He looked it over with an awkward smirk. He could only guess of its pain, especially against himself- who it was truly made for.
Vidar breathed heavily from his mouth. Both relief and exhaustion left his lips. "I tell you no lies," he breathed out though he was soon screaming as Loki pushed cooked chicken breasts through his stomach.
"You speak when I commend it," Loki stated for a fact. His green eyes did not trust this thing strapped to the shackled device. "What are you? What is your purpose?" The platter disappeared and Loki took its place on the chair, his leg crossing at the knee.
"My name is Vidar Groenstein. I have powers to silence humans for all their lives. They tease me, or they cross me, before their birth and I curse their living lives with mute. They do not remember who I am, or what they had done, while they are alive. Upon death when they reach me they are scorned for their actions and they must realize their punishment.
I grew up, much like yourself, in a shadow of a brother who my father saw greater than I. My brother, a fool he was, got himself killed in battle though those with him said it was suicide. Petty and melodramatic my brother always was. It takes a lot to kill a man of his wit and power. Without him, our realm was in shambles. My mother, a Queen of the world, became desparate as the Ignus Animalis was about to behead her when she bargained.
She bargained me: her last son. She said I had the power to control revenge against myself and those around me. To cease wars against his people, he found me useful and captured me. A prodigy, you may say. I was taken beneath his arm and forced into the belief and respect of those hot creatures. Turning me into an Ignus Animalis in a true form was excruciating pa-"
"I ask not for your feelings of personal pain. I wish not to know and I wish not to waste time with meaningless chat."
"Forgiveness. I was under their rule and demand. I grew powerful and heir to the throne. I caused wars with other planets for power of my own. I gained and I seldom lost. Then, such a beauty struck me while I was on a walk through the gardens of flames. The most beautiful creature I ever lay mine eyes on. We fell deeply into love. Begun a family. We knew not of her talent, of her material or her source. To me not a thing mattered but her being in my presence. She did not know of any importance of her own damned soul. She know not of being created of a material," he growled the word out, flame erupting within his eyes. "And she was taken from me!"
Loki half rolled his eyes, "I see not where this has any impo-" "Odin took her. Your wretched father!"
"He is not of my blood! He is not my father," his growl was as fierce as it was the last time he confronted Odin of his true origins.
"He took her from me. He appeased my kingdom and I. He gave us fruits and promises. Promises that meant nothing! Once I accept the gift of his alliance she goes missing and your damned brothers and sisters invade my world crushing all in its path while Odin curses me to follow his step. Curses me to watch as he kills her. Crushes her deep into dusty matter and puts her part of the Bifrost that connect your world to this!"
Loki sat and watched the man as he seethed beneath the shackles. Such betrayal by Odin. A man who was supposed to be a great king. A man of wise decisions and smart outlooks on the worlds, the realms, the galexies. A man who betrayed the Jotun, betrayed his son, let his son fall to nothing and leave him to die.
He sat in silence for a good while. All the rage and hatred burning within his chest like the betrayal happened just an hour ago. His heart seized by imaginary electric currents as his memories became an avalanche of melted water.
"You, Loki Laufeyson, are the god with power to lead me against Odin. Avenge yourself. Grow with me, create an army with I and we can take down the King of Asgard. Put vengeance to your soul! Bring purpose back to you. All I want is the access into Asgard so I can retrieve what is left of my lady and bring her home. Or wherever I may live. I wish to fight along you, but I want not to take your true place in treason against the King. He is yours."
Loki's eyes snapped back when the man finished his jabber. He rose and walked towards the bench. In an instant the man was free of the shackles against the form though now had magic restraining cuffs around his wrists. He looked closely to Vidar, his lids narrowed, "You follow me," he defined, "you listen to my plans, you become mine. If you fail to agree or follow, it will be the end of you and you will not know of revenge or how sweet it tastes upon your tongue." He stared to Vidar as he waited a form of answer. When the male nodded he strode over to the controls for the table to lower it and release the restraints.
He was not a fool to let the man flow through the house free. A binding spell placed on the walls, windows, and doors of the mansion to keep this red giant within at all costs: magical and physical. And to keep all magic out as well. With some tweaking of his tongue it did not bind him within the walls, only the man in front of him. He walked over to the man and placed long handcuffed shackles on his wrists.
"You do not trust me?"
"You think me a fool? You speak words that bring back the deepest of memories to mine mind. You ignite a fire within me for revenge against those who disowned me. I know of your powers for silence and vengeance. Mostly vengeance. How am I to be certain you have not cursed me with the desire for vengeance for my very soul?" Loki held the cuffs and spoke in foreign tongue as they glow green then the color fade.
"Loki, it is not required of you to spell bind me to your army. My loyalty will not falter. I am a man full of revenge."
"Must I replace the muzzle, Vidar? You speak words that do not interest my thoughts. You are allowed access to all the mansion excluding the room I call mine. I trust you respect boundaries of your leader."
It was a few weeks of planning for Loki before anything was even nearly able to be put into action. He spoke little to anyone, only creating spells beneath his tongue and casting the spells on poorly placed animals. Animals in the yard at the most unfortunate- for them, not for Loki- times.
A month since seizing Vidar and keeping him imprisoned within his will, Loki finally found it the right time to tell him of the plans of attack and where this man stood in the invasion.
"Vidar," Loki called as he strode through the house, thick book with animal hide as the pages between thicker leather, "come. It is time for you to hear the invasion." Loki stopped walking and turned to see the man walking forward quite like an obedient puppy. It made Loki wonder if this man should have been turned into one of the experimental prototypes for his spells. He did not care for the man or his well being, really, so it would not have hurt him in the slightest. Loki did not need an army, he found, to avenge his soul. He did not need any followers to root him on. Call it the slightest hint of sentiment that he could find, but he did want to keep this man around so he could find the woman within the Bifrost. He could not right all the wrong Odin had done, but he could do one small act of kindness.
Loki went on to tell the man of the spells he created, the plans and the backup plans, the other's role in the invasion, and when they would act upon the finished thoughts. When else was best than now? He had been off the grid for decades; no one was expecting a thing anymore from him. He was good as dead- especially to his family.
He gave a small evil smile of accomplishment once he was finished then looked to Vidar who had surprisingly been silent through all the instructions. His smile was quickly wiped off his face and he took a definite step backwards, his book vanishing and his eyes glued to the form before him.
