ᵒ ᵍᵃᵗᵉᵏᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ ᵎ

"My actions. I was merely trying to make the best of a poor situation. Must there be disgrace in that?”

           They both of them knew that the Master didn’t give a damn about                rivers and sunsets. Didn’t even take much pleasure in the deaths of stars                or planets any more. Not like he used to when she was there to watch them                with him, and — no. No. Had to focus, didn’t he? The man — if man was the                word — before him was clever. There was no doubt about that. Clever, and                he saw things no one else did or could, if his far-off gaze was any indication.                It was when he pulled his gaze away and focused it on the Master that the                raven-haired Time Lord knew he might be in trouble. He had a feeling that                the man did not pull his gaze off the horizon often.                                    ❝Can’t say as I have, mate. Was thinking maybe                                    you could help me with that. Reckon it would be                                    easy enough for you to let me through into Asgard,                                    yeah? Probably I could make it worth your while.❞                The question was, what does a man like that want? Clearly not the sort to                be swayed by material things. Held his duty and his loyalty to his king and                his realm above all else. A man like that was often frustratingly difficult to                manipulate. But every man has his price, doesn’t he? And the Master                would learn what Heimdall’s ( it was Heimdall, wasn’t it? ) was.                He would get into Asgard at any cost. You see, on the other side of this gate                lived a race of strong, powerful creatures, so powerful that the humans who                had encountered them had believed them gods. That kind of power was, the                Master hoped, enough to distract him for a time, to help him to forget what                he’d done, what he’d lost. Or, failing that, with any luck it would be enough                for Odin the Allfather and his son, the mighty Thor, to destroy the Master.                         Then, he would never have to remember anything, ever again.

"I have very little of anything, Gatekeeper. What of it?"