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Odin would not be pleased.

This had been one of the omens that had been foretold that might lead to doom, that the fire giants could raze Asgard to the ground, and somehow the alliance of Loki and his slave Anthony were connected to it. He had tried to keep it from coming to pass by sending the child away, but it had not been enough. The trouble was, he did not know how they were to cause either ruination or salvation.

Loki glanced over his shoulder at Anthony and nodded, giving him permission to go and carry the news, before he simply disappeared into thin air and reappeared beside his brother as Thor strode through the palace grounds.

"You cannot go to face their forces alone, that is a poor tribute to James."

“I will bring the army,” Thor spat. “Needs I must see the damage for myself.” Mjolnir had already appeared in his hand, much to Steven’s amazement since it was the first time he had seen the hammer wielded, a gift to Thor only a few years back really. “My generals will ready the forces. We will not let James’ sacrifice be in vein. I will protect our people.”

He did not stop to speak with Loki as a brother, he did not stop to even look him in the eye. It was everything in him to keep from running. He knew from experience that every moment in battle counted, but he also knew that he needed a few moments to think with a clear head.

Now was not the time for weeping. James would have a glorious send off, but it would come with time, after the hordes were defeated.

The last uprising against the throne of the Realm Eternal was a millennia before. Thor almost didn’t know how to handle this save to satiate his rage upon it.

"You cannot go before the All-Father gives his orders. Thor, listen to me, James did not fight his way back here for you to throw yourself into battle, with an army or without. He did it so that we have time to plan and prepare."

Loki placed his hand over Mjolnir's handle, a desperate part of him within secretly pretending that it was his arm that lifted it and not Thor's that kept it aloft. It was a wound that never quite stopped stinging, being told he was not worthy if only by not being the one presented with the hammer.

"Think. The Fire Giants possess strength we do not have, their only real foes have ever been the Frost Giants. But Father would never sanction such an alliance."

"Think, you tell me. Speak with the All-Father! Suggest we ally with monsters-- Loki, you are mad!" Thor roared. "Our people suffer! They are being slaughtered and you wish for me to stand aside and gather provisions as if for a compaign?!" He did not mean to shove his brother but his rage was too blind. "You are the one they call Silvertongued. Your words are sweet. You convince our father of this union with the Jotun. And then join me in battle when he laughs you away. Steven, have the Warriors wait. I will survey the area."

They had reached the courtyard by then and so Thor whirled his hammer and took off. Loki could not fly but he could teleport if he wished to do so in succession to keep from falling... But Thor would not be stopped.

Anthony arrived before the Warriors Three, panting and red faced. "The All-Father calls an audience with his youngest son, my Prince." He had to know from the whispering of Ravens that Thor had gone off.

Loki's eyes glittered strangely with suppressed excitement, though he projected only his anger and worry. Muspelheim had hated Asgard for many years, it had not taken much machination to get them to feel as though they could attack, the perfect way to reunite Jotunheim and Asgard, to bring together the pieces of himself out of the shadows where they were hidden and into the light.

He landed gracefully in the courtyard and glanced back at Anthony, anticipation fading into concern with the summons. He nodded to show he had heard and immediately strode through the palace corridors, calling over his shoulder.

"Ready the horses, Anthony, prepare provisions. We ride when I have spoken with my father."

And with that, he burst through the doors to the chambers where Odin did his work, taking an impatient knee before his father.

"You summoned me, All-Father."

That glimmer-- Anthony had learned well all about what that glimmer could mean. He did not, therefore, go running off to do anything. He heard Bruce’s voice in his head that, one day, there would be a time that he would have to choose between his King and his Prince. That Loki would fall into madness from the magic he used because it was not tempered with feminine wiles. That this was an oncoming disaster he needed to help mitigate by gently nudging Loki in the background.

But he also remembered the questions that Loki asked him before he even knew that he was a prince, or that he was a candidate for ownership.

What would you do if another master asked you to spy on your master and turning them down was not an option?

It was a question about betrayal.

And Anthony felt the same back then as he did now. He would never betray Loki. Never.

Odin rose from his throne, clad in gold and majesty. “I take it your brother would not listen to reason? My son, you must temper his rage. I know the trouble in it. But you must provide a cool head. You have command of the left flank of the army to pull your brother from his folly.”

Loki rose after his brief moment of genuflection, he was the son of the King and not required to wait on his pleasure to stand again. To be gifted such a large part of the army was an honour indeed, but it could so easily lead to disaster. If the armies were not united, for the brothers saw different goals in mind, then they would surely all be destroyed.

"I can do only little to temper Thor's arrogance in battle, he ceased to listen to me the moment you placed Mjolnir in his hands," said Loki, spreading his own hands placatingly. "But we have others that we can call on. End the hostilities with Jotunheim, Father, their punishment has lasted long enough and their magic, and ice, can help us overcome Muspelheim's forces with ease."

The Frost Giants were not the monsters they had been betrayed as. He knew that deep in the core of himself, he knew he was not a monster.

"You know that both Thor and I are untested in battle of this scale, and Muspelheim's might is great."

A darkness, a worry, clouded Odin’s good eye. “The time it would take to broker a treaty with the remains of Jotunheim would take far more effort than we are capable of at this moment. We can not ally ourselves with those we conquer. We can only conscript them. The Jotun will not fall in line, Loki, and we will have war on two fronts. We must crush our invaders first.” Loki’s strategy was fine on paper but he did not understand the dynamic between the two Realms, he did not understand politics, he had never served on one of the several missions let to Jotunheim.

Loki was to be his bargaining chip, but in the end, a royal slave taken hostage had become a son and Odin could not let that truth come out. Not if he cared to rule all Nine realms from the Realm Eternal.

It would upset the balance. It would cause more than just an uprising. The kingdom carved from Yggdrasil by his grandfather would topple. Loki was to be a secret from everyone…even from himself. It was unwise to bring up Jotunheim, therefore and Odin did not have time to offer civics lessons to his son.

“I will prepare the remains of the army here and join you shortly. We will secure the damaged villages first and you will keep Thor from causing more harm. It is my will as All-Father, Loki. Now go and become peacemaker.”

Loki may never have served on any of the official missions to Jotunheim, but he knew far more of them than Odin had ever wanted him to. He had learned to slip through the branches of Yggdrasil in a way that left him free from the constraints of the Bifrost, and he had visited the land of his birth many times. He had met with Laufey, with Helblindi, and with Bylestir.

He knew of what their politics were. Or he believed he did.

"The Jotnar live in a land ravaged and weak, devoid of the heart of their power, how could they hope to rise against us in a second war without being wholly destroyed? They are not monsters, they are people, and they surely want a chance to rise above the situation they are in now. Please, meet with Laufey-King, send a delegation if you cannot go yourself, and bargain for his help."

Loki would not let this opportunity slip through his fingers. He met Odin's gaze fiercely, proudly.

"Or do you truly believe those old tales of the Frost Giants being every bit the monsters that the Fire Giants are?"

Odin’s frown was all encompassing. A few extra moments to discuss politics with his youngest was not the worst way to spend an afternoon, but they were under siege. If either of his ravens were correct, they could be in a disastrous trouble.

“If you had been subjugated the way that we subjugated Jotunheim, my son, would you willingly take up arms and fight with those that conquered you? In time, yes. Look at the other Realms. Midgard serves us willingly. They have learned their place. You are but young and the Jotun live longer than those on Midgard. It will not be until your children and your brother’s children rule Asgard that they will be able to fall in line.” Odin descended the stairs. His son stood taller than he did but it did not bother him to look up.

Loki was not his, biologically, but a father could still be proud of tall, handsome sons no matter how they came under his charge.

“We have no time to seek counsel with the deposed ruling class. I have every intention of bringing Jotunheim back to the fold, but I have lived long enough to know that I will not live to see it happen.”

"Of course they will never fall in line if we approach them as though they should be our vassals, they are a proud and strong people."

Perhaps Loki gave away a little too much of his knowledge of the Jotnar in his passion, for no child of Asgard raised solely on their history and teachings would ever call those of Jotunheim proud, or think to speak at all kindly of them.

"They should be as Vanaheim, allies, but not beholden to us. If they were approached with the Casket and an alliance was forged, a true alliance, then think of the benefit for both of our realms, even beyond the repelling those of Muspelheim."

Loki would not back down on this, he had the blood of two realms running in him and he refused to be broken from it. He was a son of Asgard and a son of Jotunheim, and he would see a way to have them both take the positions they deserved.

Odin's eyes were sharp and for years, the Ravens had been hinting at Loki's visits to his birth father's. He had been hoping for the lie rather than the truth but he had guessed wrong. Very wrong. "You understand little. Vanaheim is ally in name only. They still take the knee to this Realm and have never committed treasonous acts and attempted to raid the claimed Realms. No Loki. They are conquered. They will not have the Casket and there will be no alliance:" Odin was trying not to be so harsh but he could not help the anger feeding into his voice now.

Loki was stepping too far. He likely knew too much and that was just as dangerous.

He could not let him lead the left vanguard in support of his brother at this rate.

"See to your mother. She went to the halls of healing. Since you will not do as you are told, since you might find argument with my decision, you will not be honoured by battle on this day. Now go."

Loki was too young. He didn't know when to stop.

"The Casket is my birthright."

Loki, angered at his father's dismissal of the Jotnar as anything other than subjugated, seeing that as a slight against himself, and stung from having the vanguard removed from him to be sent to his mother instead like a child, lost all remaining control over his tongue. It was the worst of his anger, that chaos took over and he stopped caring what the wildfire set ablaze.

"I would go to Thor and stop him, I do not wish to see him fall to Muspelheim, nor to have them rejoice at his death. But I mean to fight the Fire Giants with the might of Jotunheim at my side, and Asgard will see that they are no monsters. I will not be a prisoner, secretly loathed for what you have tried to keep from me, any longer."

He towered over his father, no fear on his face.

"I am a son of Asgard, and a son of Jotunheim, why can I not fight with both?"

Odin's eyes widened. Anything he had been about to say or should have said was stilted as he opened his mouth and slammed it closed again. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed.

Now was not the time for Odin-Sleep, but Loki's revelation had shocked it into him. He looked old and small on the ground. Feeble. Not the mighty warrior that had taken Loki home and raised him as son, not slave.

With Thor in battle, perhaps to die, and the guards rushing around, no one was to see this but Loki. He had his shot at his idea. But of course, Laufey was not the type to be trusted. Odin did not just give himself the name Wise in his youth. He had earned it.

Loki might be angry in many ways, and bitter in others, but he was not evil and he still saw Odin as a father. To see him collapse was terrifying, Odin was a force of nature itself that should be unshakeable as a mountain, and now he looked fragile and small. It shocked him into near tears for a few moments, before he whirled from the room and opened the doors to shout for the guards.

They had barely rushed in past him when he took his leave on swift feet towards the healing halls. Though he should put his plan immediately in motion, in that moment he was a boy barely into manhood who wished to speak with his mother. He burst in on her, white faced and frantic, magic physically pushing everyone else from the room in a burst of power.

"Father has fallen to the Odin-Sleep, Muspelheim have attacked, and Thor has gone. It was me, I have brought the All-Father to his knees, but I only wanted him to see reason. Do you understand? He had to see that he was wrong, he is wrong."

Frigga was calm in the face of all of this, though the worry was in her eyes as she took her youngest by the hand and tugged him along back to Odin's chambers. She had felt her husband fall and she had known already of the attack. She'd been here preparing for casualties. But her boy was afraid and in distress and she was a mother first and queen second.

"You did no such thing. Nothing can cause an Odin-Sleep but the dictates of Odin or the forces even he must adhere to. Loki, we must get word to your brother. If the fire giants attack, I fear we have little recourse in what we must do." She did not mean to use the Casket. Frigga had her own abilities up her sleeve and she had come from the snowy mountains of Vanaheim. Her magic was great. "Girl," she said to one of her slaves that ran behind them, "fetch Sigyn to me. Fetch Amora and her sister."

They neared the great hall were Odin was still laying and she paused, Loki's hand still in her.

"I will need you as well my dark star. Will you join us?"

Frigga was Loki's heart, no matter where his loyalties might shift or his bitterness might twist him, she was always the one that could cut to the very core of him and make him do the right thing. Or she had been until this moment, because he pulled back from her when they were alone with Odin and shook his head.

"He fell because of me, and I will not make that in vain."

His eyes pleaded with her to understand, even if his voice remained firm as though he had made these decisions long ago.

"I know what I am, I know that my being here must have been fate for this moment. The Casket, the Jotnar, they can repel Muspelheim."

"No." She was not surprised. Why would she be when she had known the first time he had learned to step through the void? She might have helped, might have made it easier on him, might have ripped the Realm a little so he didn't get lost. She might want him to succeed a bit more than she ought to have but he returned safely each time.

She did not reach again for his hand but she did offer hers to him.

"The Casket is yours by birthright. And you will need to use it today. You, my sweet one, and no other. Laufey-King can not be trusted." Surely Loki understood that. She had glimpsed many visits of his to Jotunheim.

They encouraged his treason. And so far, Loki had resisted.

"But this is your choice. You are young, there are turns you do not understand. But you were always my clever one. And your heart breeds chaos. Stand today with your family, the one you choose."

Loki was clever, and he knew that if he used the Casket then he would gain a Jotun skin. Not because he had touched it before, but because he had experimented with the Jotnar ice magic while visiting their realm and found his skin changing. If he used the Casket himself then he would be a lone Jotun among Asgardians, everyone would see him for what he was, and he would lose all.

How could he choose a family that would reject him after that? Asgard would surely call for his imprisonment or even execution when they found out what he was, if there was no treaty with Jotunheim to back up that it was not a monstrous thing to be.

He did not take his mother's hand, instead he vanished in a furious glare of green light. It took but a few moments to gain the Casket, the Destroyer not prepared for a sorcerer of Loki's ability, and bundle it into fabric to keep it from touching his bare skin. And then he was out by his horse, where he had told Anthony to wait, pulling up into the saddle with wild eyes.

"You should not follow me to battle, my Anthony, you will regret your ownership. I gift you now to Frigga, go to her and tell her of her ownership of you."

Now it was Anthony's turn to choose to obey or rebel.

"Nice try."

Anthony wasn't having it. Of course not. He was no fool. He knew only a life with Loki and that life had been breathtaking and glorious.

Poor Loki had not waited long enough to learn that Frigga could cloak him. Or that the casket could be used from inside a ship if he chose. None had to see. And obviously he failed to realize that his parents wanted him, knowing fully who he was, and had put him second in line to the throne despite having three brothers between himself and Thor.

But youth would do such things without question. Loki was proving it now.

And Anthony was proving to be Loki's match. "Where are we going?" We. No one was around to hear them and Anthony wasn't going to mind his mouth. "And are you going to fill me in on what you've been plotting without me?"

"I am going to support Thor, and when this is over I shall be imprisoned or dead, you will go to Frigga. I rescind ownership of you, I pass it to her, now go."

It hurt, he did not want to give up Anthony. Even in so short a time as fifty years, the Midgardian had become more friend than slave, and he had never had such loyalty given to him before. But that was why he owed Anthony a better fate than either being slaughtered or sent back to the village to be shipped out to menial work when his truth came out.

"I am not what I appear, I am no true son of Asgard, only raised here under pretence and lies. I am a son of Laufey-King of Jotunheim, and before the day is out, all shall know it."

Perhaps he would be able to flee to Jotunheim with the Casket after he had supported Thor and made sure his brother would not be killed. He would try. He had no wish to die for his blood.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Stop being so dramatic," he said, pulling himself up and onto his horse. "If you rescind ownership, you're making me free. And I think we all know what happens to free Midgardians." Without access to apples, the aging process reversed very quickly. Anthony would be old in a matter of weeks and likely die within a year or two. He was not going to be anyone else's. Certainly not Frigga's. He could be tortured for information about his master and Anthony would rather die than give it up. "So do me a favor will you? If you're going to be caught for something treasonous, kill me first. I'll wait to serve you again when your time comes."

Loki just confessed to being a Jotun, but Anthony wasn't convinced. Loki had been reading up on Jotun for as long as he could remember. He could well be in the midst of magical madness and taking what he learned from those tomes as his own reality. Anthony didn't know.

The only thing he could say for certain was that he wasn't leaving Loki.

"Don't shame me with abandonment, my prince. I've always served you well, right?"

"I am not committing a treason."

Frigga had given him permission to use the Casket, and he was not (yet) going against the All-Father's orders not to involve Jotunheim. But what he was, the truth of his skin, that would surely count as treason to most. He did not forbid Anthony from coming with him, he simply spurred his horse out of the gates.

"Then ride with me, my Anthony, for we have a long distance to go."

It wasn't until they were three hours down the road that he spoke again, knowing that Anthony did not believe him. He drew the Casket from his saddlebag and touched a finger to it, feeling the change come over his skin.

"Do you still hold fast to your ownership?"

(Yay!!!!)

Anthony’s caste did not tend to worry about the outliers of Asgard. Anthony had been to many Realms with Loki during his time, mostly to Vanaheim, but he’d met a variety of races and species and so he did not at all have much in mind for the monsters or the enemies of those better than himself. He watched as Loki’s skin shifted to a deep blue, white lines tracing his face, eyes burning a deep crimson, and, still upon his horse, shrugged.

“You’re still you. I’ve seen you change your form so often now that I have no idea what you really look like anyway.” That wasn’t the truth but Anthony wanted to demonstrate how little he cared. “The only thing I don’t like about this is that if you touch me, you’ll probably kill me. Otherwise, it’s not bad at all. I’d be able to find you more easily in a crowd. And, not that you care, the shade of your eyes happens to be my favorite color.” Anthony only wore greens and golds, but he liked to create in reds. That had nothing to do with Thor’s colors, it was just a personal preference. Red was flashy. He liked flashy.

Once all of that was out, he crossed his arms and leaned over the bridal, smell of horse in his nostrils.

“So…uh… Okay. What are you going to do? Freeze the fire giants? Or will they melt you? Technically cold is the dominant force. Nothing gets hot, it just loses it’s chill…so… What can I do to help?”

Of all the reactions that he could have expected, this was not it, and Loki felt a sudden and powerful surge of affection for his slave. He removed his hand from the Casket and allowed his skin to change back to Asgardian hue, slowing his horse to a trot so that he may better speak with Anthony.

"You must do what you can to keep the forces of our armies away, they may try to attack me as I fight the Fire Giants, and that would spell disaster."

He would have Anthony by his side in the fight, but there was nothing a Midgardian could do against those from Muspelheim and even the Casket would surely freeze him where he stood. Neither would be particularly noble ends for such an intelligent and loyal slave.

"Thank you, my friend."

Not something he would repeat in front of others, both knew where their relationship must be, but Anthony deserved the honour for his reactions.

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appointments this morning

Okay! I shall be around until about 2 my time.

Here I am!

Re: Here I am!

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