The Light To His Lies (Loki)

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"Of course, Your Majesty. " I say, putting my helmet on my head and teleporting away, banishing the confusion far from my head. The use of Asgardian magic would be difficult for anyone, yet not me. My heritage is half goddess and half-Yggdrasil knows what.

My mother was a goddess, but died giving birth to me. That's what I was told as a child, anyway. After the royal guards found me. I shook the memory from my head and drew my sword, Dygö, from its scabbard, my heartbeat thrummed in my ears as I casted all distractions into the vault in my head that I often visited in these scenarios.

I charge down the hall of the prison, scanning the cells with keen eyes. When I found the one we had put the Frost Giants in originally, I noticed it was indeed, as Odin said before, empty. I cursed under my breath, grunting in frustration. I noted that the force field that guarded the outside from the prisoners was down, the device attached to the wall that operated it unharmed, I noted. I walked up to the device and ran my fingers over it, checking for any abnormalities, but finding none.

Seconds later, the sound of urgent footsteps coming toward me snapped me out of my detective-mode. I saw Cain, an Asgardian prison guard, striding toward me. His helmet sat atop his head with long golden horns that reached up and arched inward with whorls and designs coating them. I frowned in distaste to his elaborate helmet, but shoved that into the back of mind.
I tore my eyes from the sight in front of me and looked at Cain. "How long have they been gone?" I grunted, gripping the handle of Dygö tightly until my knuckles went white. Cain eyed my frustration with caution, knowing I was no pushover.

"They went missing about an hour ago, during the transition time of guards. They must've waited for the guards to leave their posts," Cain said, squinting suspiciously at empty cell. I stared at Cain hard, meeting his blue eyes with skepticism. I touched the hilt of Dygö, taking a menacing step forward. Cain flinched. "Tell me, general. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth," I drew the sword quickly, and Cain gasped as I pressed the tip the the dip of his throat. "Do you know anything about who did this?" I said, pressing lightly on the blade. Cain shook his head. "N-no, I swear," he said, his nervousness coating his words like a blanket, increasing my aggravation. Dygö, the sword that reveals the truth, hummed in response. Telling me that Cain spoke the truth. I smiled and left Dygö leaning against the wall, satisfied with his answer. "Good," I said, turning swiftly away from him. I approach the device and press a few buttons, squinting at it.

I spent the rest of the day with Thor searching for the Frost Giants. When the sun was setting and it seemed all hope is lost, Thor finally said, "Let's call it a day, they've probably escaped already if we haven't found them." I nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow we need to interrogate the guards on duty, there's no way the force field just malfunctioned. I believe we have a traitor among us," I tell Thor. He nods and pats my shoulder. "Do not forget to bring that sword of yours. It comes in handy," Thor said with a wink, I chuckled dryly. "Like I would ever venture anywhere without Dygö," I said with a grin, he gives me a knowing smile and continued to walk along the palace halls.

Thor has always been a close partner of mine, our bond as tight as that of a brother and sister's. We've fought together and we're brought up together our whole lives.
Although he is to be my king soon, I hope we still remain best friends, even though soon my job would be to guard him with my life, though that wouldn't be a problem. I would die for anyone in the Odin's armada, especially Thor.

I teleported to my chambers, I usually don't, but I was tired and worn out and aggravated.
I'd plopped myself onto my bed after peeling off my heavy armor, leaving myself in my robes and leathers and not bothering to change. I'd laid down for only a few seconds before a knock sounded at the front door and I groaned, rolling over and hoping whoever it was would go away. "The day has expired, come back tomorrow." I called, not weighing the consequences of my words as I shoved my head into my pillow. A soft, muffled laugh came from the door and the knock repeated.