#traitorking

PALLID FEATURES REMAIN STOIC and fixed, giving no hint as to the monarch’s intentions for his Asgardian captive. It was clear Loki did plan on keeping the prince alive, if the multiple torches lining the walls of the otherwise frozen cell were any indication. Even the Aesir would eventually FREEZE todeath after a few hours within the frigid climate of Jötunheimr without aid of heat; enough of a deterrent for any thoughts of escape.

     Dark, regal figure approached his prisoner in chains, beaten down and snagged in secret within the halls of Asgard; a feat his ex-sibling would surely have noticed by now. Squatting down to be at eye-level with Baldr,VENOMOUS gaze intense and unwavering in its piercing stare towards the one he once called ‘brother’. A black dagger materializes betwixt his fingers, brought swiftly to press against the other god’s throat.

          ❛ MISTAKE ME NOT– I’d have no hesitance or                 regret in killing you. It would be only too easy,                 and too satisfying. ❜

     Blade was drawn away as the trickster stood, glowering down at him for a moment, before a CRUEL smirk curled along his lips.

          ❛ You are merely more USEFUL to me alive,                 at present. Nothing more. ❜

     He’d not reveal his plans for Baldr to sabotage, even at the cost of his life. Loki knew the WANNA-BE hero a little too well for that.

Thankful Baldr was for the torches’ company, both for the darkness they fought away, and the warmth they gifted. Perhaps it was testimony to Loki’s disbelief of the invincibility, thinking his captive someone so fragile as a mortal or worse, perhaps unknowing that ice could only freeze, and never kill. Not that Baldr wished to be in a position to test that knowledge and, for now, he was grateful enough for the small luxuries that danced shadows like a puppet play on the close walls.

Until one of true shape joining them, a figure of darkness who did not bend and melt in flowing form as the others did. Loki, dear Loki. The brother that had whispered stories into a sickly boy’s ear, or had wandered the forests with him in moments of quiet conversation. Now the one to steal him away, the chilled fingers that had once brushed curls away from his eyes ghosted over his skin to secure the shackles. 

Blade to his throat, Baldr tipped his head back, a nervous stab of fear preventing him from testing the edge for mistletoe. Dire though the situation might be, so bound and constrained by locked chain and cramped cell, it was not desperate enough to entice his death. Loki, too, seemed to speak similar.

‘’How glad I am to know my continuing existence is of a greater importance than your satisfaction,’’ the stag replied easily enough, although it was not true sarcasm in his voice. He was bound to speak honestly, and so he did, for there was no lie in admitting so. 

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“As entertaining as your insults may be,” He finally spoke, a bag appearing in his hand. “I’m not here for mindless prattle.” Voice low, he glares up at the monarch, the loathing he felt for the smug smile that always graced the elders lips rising. “I’ve come to show you something. To grace you with a gift.” Dumping the bag, three objects fell with loud thuds, and briefly Liars eyes shut at the disgust of the sounds as guilt swallowed his heart. “The heads of Odin, Frigga, and Thor from my reality. You’rs remain very much dead, and now, so to will mine.” With a sneer he peered down at the blond head thats sorrowful blue eyes were fixed in a moment of panic and kicked it across the room towards Traitors boots. With a second kick Odin’s head landed next to Thor’s, but Frigga’s head he picked up and cradled like a child clinging to its favorite toy.

Without a word he approached Traitor, his eyes shifting from the heads that rolled on the ground to the elders stare. His own stare had become emotionless. “And you thought me weak with sentiment. Sentiment for those fools.” Huffing he kicked Odin’s head again. “Perhaps I should have sliced out his other eye.”