(LokixReader) The Breath Of Winter: Chapter Eleven
WARNING: Contains spoilers from Thor: The Dark World
'Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude.'
Or a man kidnapping you and holding you captive, you thought bitterly as your eyes scanned the words on the page. You had decided against taking your usual place beneath the statue in the gardens, and had made a sanctuary for yourself on a cushioned windowseat at the end of a vast hallway.
People milled back and forth, going about their daily business, and you sat unperceived, lost within Shakespeare's words. If- no, when, you told yourself firmly- you returned to Earth, you promised yourself that you would read more. It whiled away the time and, for the most part, distracted you from the loneliness that had crept up in the previous days.
For a moment, the movement within the hallway had lulled, and only a pair of servants stood nearby. Though the quiet helped you concentrate better, you missed the constant babble of voices.
"And you're sure everything is in order?"
Now you could hear the servants' conversation without difficulty, though they spoke in hushed tones as if in fear of being overheard.
"Yes. Here is the poison."
At that, your head snapped up from the book. You looked to see the shorter of the two men passing a vial of clear liquid to his companion, who swiftly concealed it beneath the folds of his cloak.
"I trust Heimdall did not see you concoct it?" The taller man asked.
"No, and he cannot see us now. It would be a shame upon Svartalfheim if I could not perform a concealing spell, would it not?" The shorter man gave a sinister grin, and something in the pit of your stomach churned with anxiety. Who was their intended victim?
"That liquid is undetectable." He continued, face glowing with pride. "Scentless, tasteless, colourless. Odin will not know what hit him, until it is searing through his veins."
Your head swam. They planned to kill Odin.
But only you realised that it was truly Loki who was in danger.
"Good. I will see to it that it finds a way into the Allfather's goblet." The taller man walked away with a sweep of his cloak, and his companion went in the opposite direction. Your heart filled with dread at the conundrum set before you.
On the one hand, you could let them go through with their plans. The spell trapping you on Asgard would die with Loki, and you could go home. You could have your freedom again.
On the other hand, you were disgusted with such a thought. To let Loki die would be a cowardly thing. You were many things, but a coward wasn't one of them.
In the time that it took to place your book down on the seat beneath you, you had made your decision. Hoping it was the right one, you walked down the hallway and broke into a run.
"A drink, my king?"
The servant interrupted my scheming thoughts, and my head snapped up to look at him. "Very well." The man stepped to the side of the room to prepare the refreshment, and my eyes returned to the table before me.
I needed something to clear my mind. Much more of my energy needed to be spent on gaining my revenge upon what remained of the Dark Elves, but my mind was clouded by an unknown fog that would not lift, try as I might.
Well, it was not entirely unknown. My torment had a face, and a name; (y/n). I had not seen the foolish girl for a good few days, and I had begun to think (with considerable hope) that she might have left the palace for good. Then I had noticed the food I left in Odin's chamber had been eaten. No such luck.
The dining hall was empty of guests, and I was glad of the solitude. It was easier to think of strategies without Thor's constant questioning, and the tedious company of the warriors. Better to eat alone.
The servant placed a goblet beside me, and I raised it in my hand, looking at Odin's reflection in the liquid with distant thoughts. I would send the armies to Svartalfheim tomorrow, and the race responsible for the death of my only friend in the entire universe would perish accordingly.
None could know of my true intentions. That would cause a lot of unneeded trouble. For some reason unknown to me, I thought of what (Y/n) would say if she knew. She would probably be her usual disagreeable self and would try to lecture me, stupid mortal that she was.
Looking at my reflection in the cup, I was surprised to see I could even see the expression on (y/n)'s face within the cup. My mind definitely needed focusing.
Then the reflection of (y/n) raised a finger to her lips, and I realised that the girl was in fact standing right behind me.