Cleave | Loki x Reader

• three - odinforce •

Exiting the chamber, I address the guard at the door, 'Make sure no one enters these chambers. The Queen needs to restore her strength so that she may further aid in strengthening the kings'.'

'Yes, your Highness.' He bows, though it's anything but low. I'm certain that he's overheard every word uttered beyond that door, and I can only imagine the contempt he must have fought to suppress when addressing me.
Your Highness. Filthy Jötunnblood.

Small flickers of golden seiðr dance across my palm, infusing warmth into my chilled veins as I make my way to his Vault.

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Retrieving Gungnir was child's play. With the abundance of his power coursing through me, the magnificent spear practically leapt into my waiting grasp.
When and how this plan had initially taken root in my mind, I cannot say – was it with that initial glint of gold, or perhaps when the embodiment of Odin's force found a home within my hands?
What I can say, though, is that the seed was planted the moment when, all of a sudden it was Him destined to become her prophecy. My yngri hetja's.
And honestly, who could blame me for such a thought? For a thought as comprehensible as most, envy and pain driven as it was.
What would you have done?

And so, there I was, nearing the edge of this grand city, about to undo the spell veiling Gungnir in my grasp, and poised to set my scheme in motion. Unfortunately, the intensity of those godsforsaken all-seeing eyes was boring into the back of my skull.

'You shouldn't be here,' I mutter. You're too soon, I think.

'The Bifröst is presently under the watch of Your Highness, Prince Thor, if that is what Your Highness is implying. The prince wishes to be left alone,' his husky voice, quite adept at getting under my skin, echoes from behind me.

'And you trust him because you see all anyway,' I can't keep my lips from letting my thoughts escape.

'Your Highness may put it that way, yes.'

At least it's joyful news he bears, I think. Swiveling on my heels to face him directly, I state 'The king has entered the Odinsleep, and the duty to inform my brother ought to fall upon me. Hence, I'd appreciate it if you were to remain here whilst I go consult with him.'

Without another word, he bows – lower than the guard but still a far cry from the deference he usually performs for all my family – and heads for the palace gardens.
With nothing to fear, for he sees all, he feels empowered to grant my request and at liberty to depart just like that.
Two birds with a single stone.

It doesn't matter. Heimdall's sight will prove irrelevant once I complete this initial task – thanks to him, I'm now down from four steps to a mere two. Veiling enchantments have always been kind of my specialty, but now, with the extent of the Odinforce at my disposal, nothing and noone may leave this city; let alone enter.

With Gungnir aimed towards the palace's zenith, I close my eyes and concentrate. Blocking out the sensation of a magnitude of needles piercing my mind, the golden mist starts to engulf all around me, solidifying in the form of a great dome enveloping the city, visible to my eyes alone. In the wake of the ceremony the citizens ought to linger near the palace still.

As I teleport myself to the edge of the Bifröst, just outside the gates, yet another sensation sears my brain. Ripples of Odin's consciousness flicker before my mind's eye. I blink, and they vanish. Good.

Thor kneels by the far window, gazing off into the vast and mesmerizing universe ahead.
Jump, a fleeting thought whispers within me. Pressing my eyelids together for a second time, the thought itself quickly jumps out the window. I swallow down the irritation.