Dragonscales

Chapter 60|Chains of Iron

A/N: An inked drawing of Thistle and Tourmaline! Remind to never ink a piece in a car ever again. 

Magical shields buzzed around my cell. I leaned against the wall, legs crossed in front of me. I was thrown into a simple cell, it only had a cot with a single rough blanket. I sighed, leaning my head against my cot. The magical energy I had stored from the Bifrost was gone, siphoned out of my body. My chest tightened at the thought of Tourmaline. I imagined her blood staining the gold of the palace, ink-black scales strewn about the floor. I shook the gruesome thoughts from my mind, but they refused to budge. 

Blood roared in my ears, drowning out any other sound while my vision blurred at the edges. My head whipped around the cell, frantically searching for a way out. Black spots danced around the room as my breathing became more shallow. I automatically found the spot where my bracelets were, but only felt my bare arms. I desperately rammed into the yellow shield horns first, but was thrown back. I was vaguely aware of the smell of singed bone before losing consciousness. 

LOKI'S POV

Thistle was safely wrapped in my arms, Mother delivering healing spells to her hand. I exchanged a look with Thor, who was standing outside of Tourmaline's protective circle and picking at the leather-wrapped handle of Mjolnir. His face was etched with worry, and I could tell a million thoughts were running through his head right now. "All better, Thistle." Mother cooed. I hugged her closer to my chest as she became coherent. I knew the pain of burns well. Thank you, Mother. I said telepathically, afraid of saying anything out loud. Of course, my dear. Mother's lips curled into a warm smile. 

"You dare bring a fey to Asgard? Of all your betrayal and villainy, this is by far the most foolish!" Odin yelled, his words directed at me. I didn't listen to the rest of his words, focusing on the Einherjar coming to drag Thistle to the dungeons. Tourmaline tightened around our small group, a low growl rising from her throat.

The party guests scattered out of the dining hall at the Allfather's command. "Thistle is not an enemy, father!" I yelled, watching Einherjar swarm our group. Tourmaline whipped her tail around, fire streaming from her mouth. She was trying to deliver non-fatal blows, but was becoming more dangerous as the fight wore on. I set Thistle on the floor, summoning my daggers. Armor flashed around me as more Einherjar joined the fray. 

A pair of arms grabbed me from behind, shoving my body to the floor. A pair of chains were clamped on my wrists, the kind that drained my magic. I yelled as Thistle was bound in chains and dragged off, thrashing and cursing in Elvish. At the edge of my senses I felt magic gather around Tourmaline as she roared. The dragon popped out of the room, using a teleportation spell. 

"Of all the women you could've chose, you chose a fey. You are not worthy of the title of a prince, Loki. I should have left you in Jotunheim, where you would've died." Odin glared down at me from his thrown. "Father, I have spent enough time with Thistle to know she is not a threat to Asgard. Her morals are without question and her heart is made of gold." Thor argued, fiddling with the leather strap of Mjolnir. "Are you sure? The fey are creatures of trickery and deception. She has most likely been manipulating you all this time." The Allfather propped up his head on his hand, raising a silver eyebrow. 

"Odin, why do we have to worry about her blood when her heart is made of gold?" Mother laid her hand on Odin's, a pleading look in her gentle eyes. "Unclean water can tarnish the shiniest of gold." The king of Asgard tilted his chin up as he spat the words. "You are firm on the opinion on someone you haven't even gotten to know yet based on an old stereotype! Loki and Thistle's love is true, so for once in your life I suggest you actually support your son!" Mother snapped, gripping the armrests of her throne. Her usually gentle expression narrowed into a scowl. Odin shrank back into his golden seat. "But-" "But nothing! Now release Thistle from the dungeons and let our sons be." Mother ordered. 

Odin exhaled, and at the wave of a hand an Einherjar unlocked my chains. The familiar buzz of magic returned. I summoned a quick fountain of fireworks in my palm as a silent celebration. Thor and I then accompanied a few Einherjar to the dungeon, my mind set on freeing the love of my life. 

A/N:

It's Q&A time! 

Q: How are you doing?

A: I'm actually doing kind of good, thanks for asking!

Q: What does Tourmaline look like?

A: Refer to drawing above :)

Q: Will there be dragons of different elements later on?

A: So basically the dragons in this story are reflections of their rider's element connection, so Tourmaline is technically a moon dragon, because Thistle is connected to the moon.(It is possible for dragons to not have an elemental connection if their rider doesn't have one) 

Q: Are you Team Odin?

A: Gods no, I personally think he is not a good dude.

Q: Will Pietro be in this?

A: That my friend, I cannot answer due to spoilers ;)

Thanks for asking questions! If there's any I've missed, feel free to ask down in the comments again(I'm a bit of a forgetful person). :)

~Le Author