Young God | L. Laufeyson

2. Valley of Kings

"Okay, I've got this, I've got this- " A missile hits the ship and it trembles unsteadily, Aurora has to hold onto the steering wheel to not to lose balance. Her stuff flies through the Sun and a box almost hits her head but she manages to dodge it in the last second. "Or at least I pretend I do. I hope Ophelia is doing better."

The slave girl was sent to Xandar by Aurora herself, hoping that the Nova Corps would help her. From what she heard, they seem to be like the space police, so they'll hopefully protect the innocent girl with the cute hair buns. She's aware that separating from her is for the best since the Kree are mostly after Aurora herself, so she had to drop off the girl in a safety capsule to land on Xandar. Luckily, Ophelia knew how to do this since she was educated as a slave in a workshop. They would meet again when the auburn-haired girl got rid of the Kree.

"This burns like hell." Aurora whines about her wound on her arm, she seriously doesn't want to know what it looks like beneath the jacket. Never interrupt a trial again or it'll end deadly. Another missile weakens the ship and it starts sinking. "Stop blowing holes in my ship!"

Quickly glancing at the navigation system, she tries to locate the closest planet to land on. The name of the landing place that shows up slightly confuses her but the quaking ship forces her to type in its coordinates. If she doesn't land this now, she'll die.

"Wether it's read Asgard or Assgard... I hope you're hospitable."

***

The tension in the hall of the Asgardian kingdom is awful for every guard that has been instructed to take care of the raven-haired mischievous prince. Sure, Loki's hands are in shackles, his magic therefore dysfunctional, but just hearing of his crimes on Midgard causes an incredible shiver to run down their spines. Meanwhile the God of Mischief only enjoys the fear and tension that spreads through the hall with just his presence. After all, he still is powerful.

"Loki." The beautiful Queen greets him with a shaky sigh, her tone is mostly unpleasant and disappointed. Sorrow and hope are mirrored in her blue eyes, a fragile faith in her son that he may not be the monster everyone thinks.

"Hello, mother." An exaggerated mock laces his deep voice. Scoffing, he fakes a smile. "Have I made you proud?"

"Please don't make this worse." Frigga begs for him to behave, knowing that he can do better. His stubbornness and high pride just stop him.

"Define worse." Loki shrugs provokingly and the Allfather interrupts them with a furious yell that would intimidate people.

"Enough! I will speak to the prisoner alone." With these words, the Asgardian Queen is forced to leave her son with the King in the throne room. A laugh escapes the prince's lips as he steps confidently forward.

"I really don't see what all the fuss is about?"

"Do you truly not feel the gravity of your crimes? Where ever you go there is war, ruin and death." Odin questions with a strict tone, hitting Loki's weak point which ceases his laugh. He's a disappointment in his father's eyes again. And this weakness only makes everything worse.

"I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent God. Just like you."

"We are not Gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do." The Allfather clarifies the equal value of the different life forms in the nine realms.