Triumph 38

It could almost be called a cavern, the room was so spacious, with sparkling white ice for the walls, thick blocks of it that reached up to form a dome over their heads. Stone pillars that held the hint of frost on it’s rocky surface, were holing up the ceiling, with dark blue drapes curling from pillar to pillar, giving the room a touch of color to it. There was no gold to be found in this room, only silver, the metal decorating shields and making up a large crest that held the emblem of a house. That of a horn being struck by a bolt of lightning.

It was the House of Bolthorn, a wise and ancient giant of frost, and in this sparsely decorated throne room, a meeting was taking place. Chairs were placed before a throne made of jagged ice, forming a half circle on the floor. Men and women were seated on the chairs, giant and God joined together for a meeting of serious importance. And kneeling in the opening of the circle was a man, a fresh faced young lad with dark skin, and raven black hair. His normally smirking face wore an expression of utmost seriousness, the light of amusement gone from his eyes.

“It is as we feared…” The man spoke, lifting his head to gaze at the assembled crowd. “Odin’s slayer is not content with just his throne and power…”

“Rise Loki…” The giant known as Bolthorn gestured at the God to stand. “Rise and tell us what you know.”

Loki took his time standing, placing his right hand on his hip, as he gazed at the anxious faces before him. There was a certain resemblance among the men, they all shared the same eyes, and their hair was peppered with strands of gray. Their expressions were grave, mirror images of each other that made the family resemblance all the more noticeable.

“My Lords…my ladies…” Loki sighed, the sound making one believe his heart was heavy for the news he had to impart. “War is approaching us.” A loud murmur at his words, wives turning to offer comfort to their husbands, the men staring grimly at the Trickster God.

“We had hoped to avoid such a battle…” sighed a man, his hair a pale yellow under the flakes of gray. “By coming here, we thought it was understood that we would not contend with Odin’s slayer for the throne.”

“Lord Buri…” Loki turned his attention to Odin’s grandfather. “Would that it be that simple. Lezard doesn’t see it as an act of surrender, but mere cowardice on your part.” Anger showed then, voices rising in complaint. “I apologize. His words, not mine.” Loki said, trying to take the sting out of his words. “He feels you are on the run, biding your time for the day you turn your eyes onto Odin’s throne.”

“Is that not what we should be doing?” demanded the youngest looking of the trio. “Instead of hiding here in this cold, dead land…we should be gathering power and armies!” He smacked his fist against the arm rest of his chair, eyes flashing with anger. “As Odin’s brother, I am next in line for the throne, and I say we take it back!”

“Vili calm yourself!” snapped Buri. “I’d not have you rushing off to get needlessly killed in your hunger for the throne.”

“Vili is right.” The last of the trio spoke up. “This Lezard has stolen from us, killed my beloved son and taken all that belongs to him for his own. I cannot stand to sit back and watch him make a mockery of all that Odin had accomplished.”

“So what then Borr?” demanded Buri. “You would have us fight, stand up against the mortal who defeated the most powerful of your sons?!”

“You really don’t have a choice in the matter.” interjected Loki. “Lezard is coming, one way or another.”

“Why?” asked Bestla, the giantess sitting next to her husband Borr. “We have done nothing to this mortal. Nothing at all!”

“You affront him simply because you exist.” Loki said. “He will not allow any remnants of the old regime to exist, and be a threat to his power. Even now, even with all the power he has amassed, and all the Gods he has killed, the Aesir still grumble, still whisper quietly about the true heirs to the throne.” His expression turned sly, his eyes locking onto Vili’s. “They would stand behind you if you came ready to fight Lezard. The Aesir need only have a champion to rally them. Would any of you be the one?”

“I would…” breathed out Vili, eager for the throne. “I would save the Gods from this mortal interloper’s madness…save them from the humiliation of a human sitting upon the throne.”

“Vili be quiet!” roared Buri, angry at his grandson. “You would seal our fate with those words…!”

“I think friend Loki has made it clear…” Vili said, a scowl on his face. “Lezard has already decided to come after us. Why should we sit back and cower from him. We should fight! Stand and do my brother proud!”

“Loki…is there no other way?” asked Buri. “Could we not reason with this Lezard? Make him see we are no threat to his rule?”

“Sadly no…” Loki sighed, shaking his head, eyes full of regret. “Lezard…his thirst for power knows no boundaries. He amasses power at every turn, killing Gods for a moment’s whim. If he can so carelessly kill just for the fun of it, imagine how ruthless he will be for an imagined threat?”

“He sounds horrible!’ Bestla cried out, and Borr put an arm around his wife’s shoulder, attempting to comfort her.

“He is…” Loki agreed. “You cannot imagine how many Gods have died by his hand…the chaos and destruction he brings to the Shining Realm. He must be stopped, one way or another.”

“And you want us to do it.” Buri sighed. “Very well…”

“Grandfather?” Vili looked at the man, hope in his eyes. “Does this mean…?”

“Yes…” He nodded. “We will fight.”

“How big is Lezard’s army?” asked Borr, his tactical mind eager for details, eager to began formulating plans of strategy.

“A mere thirty-thousand einherjar are at his beck and called.” lied Loki, a wide grin on his face. “And he has no Valkyries to call forth more.”

“Thirty-thousand you say…” Borr stroked his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “That’s still a formidable size. Father…” He turned to look at Bolthorn, the giant the father of his wife Bestla. “Can we match that army in size?”

“I will contact the other houses.” Bolthorn promised. “I will call in all my favors, use all of my alliances to get you your army.” He grinned then, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Even if we can only managed to amass half the size of his army, we giants are worth two, no three times more than any piddling human souls. It won’t be a fair fight.”

“Careful.” warned Loki. “Even in Asgard, Lezard still has some allies among the Gods. They will fight, and even the odds some.”

“Bah!” scoffed Bolthorn, unimpressed with the news. “He’s gotten rid of the strongest Gods…only weaklings remain…” A laugh then. “What can love and fertility Goddesses do in a battle?”

“Need I remind you, Freya was a fertility Goddess.” stated Buri. “And she was among the strongest in Odin’s court.”

“The Vanir Maiden was formidable, I’ll grant you that.” nodded the giant. “But her sister? Frei is a weakling compared to her.”

“Would Frei even fight for Lezard…” wondered Bestla outloud. “After what he has done to her sister…” A shuddered racked the giantess’ body. “Rendering her mortal.”

“I would love to see the mighty Thor in that state.” Bolthorn smirked, having no love for the giant killer.

“Defeat Lezard and you will be able to lay your eyes on the mortal wretchedness that is Thor all you like.” promised Loki.

“Loki…” Vili was standing, moving towards the black haired God. “I am proud to call you friend.” He clasped him by the shoulders, a half hug awarded the Trickster. “If not for you and your infiltration of Lezard’s court, we would have no way of knowing what that bastard plots.” He released his hold on Loki. “I hate to ask this of you, but I must. Go…Go and continue to be our fly on the wall. Continue to ingratiate yourself to Lezard, earning his trust and his confidence.”

“I will.” promised Loki, a solemn expression on his face. “And if I learn anything else, I will report to you at once.”

“You do us a great service Loki.” Bolthorn rumbled his approval. “Your efforts will not go unrewarded.”

“Thank you.” Loki nodded his head the frost giant. “But I do this merely because it is my duty as a dweller in Asgard. I would not see this interloper sit upon the throne a moment longer than is necessary! Not when the rightful heirs are still alive and able to fight back.”

“And we will!” promised Vili. “We will bring the fight to Lezard’s own doorstep, bring down Asgard around his head if need be.” He laughed at the thought.

“An excellent idea.” praised Loki, stepping back from the God. He swept out his arm, bowing down low to the floor, the gathered group nodding their heads in acknowledgment. They missed seeing his grin, only aware of the ether that encircled his bowing form, casting Loki out of their presence.

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She sat in the corner, all but unnoticed by the rest of the Gods. Frei preferred it that way, sniffling quietly to herself as she rubbed at her eyes, trying to still her tears. The young Goddess didn’t know why she had been invited to the meeting, feeling she lacked the brains for strategic planning. She had been doubtful of her usefulness, and frightened of seeing Lezard again. But the Lord of the Gods had all but ignored her, a fact she was most grateful for.

Just the thought of his anger, of the way he had attacked Loki, was enough to bring tears to the young Goddess eyes. Frei shivered with fear, trying to remind herself that it was because of love that Lezard had overreacted. She thought she could almost understand his reasons then, knowing love was a powerful force that drove people to madness in times of stress. He must truly love the Lady Lenneth to have reacted like that. She thought to herself.

Lenneth. The Goddess was an immense source of guilt for Frei. She had been the one to suggest they go out, an idea eagerly embraced by the Goddess. Several if onlys flickered through her mind. If only they had stayed in Valhalla, if only they hadn’t gone to the bridge, if only Frei had been stronger. She sighed, wishing she had the power that her sister Freya once held. She felt sure Freya wouldn’t have allowed the giants to carry off Lenneth.

She could feel the tears building up in her eyes once more, a sign of her helpless frustration. Frei bit her lip, trying to distract herself from her tears with the pain, determined to not let anymore fall. I have to be of some use to Lezard. She thought to herself. To find a way to make up for my failure. She tried to force herself to be alert, to pay attention to the Gods that remained in the room.

The small gathering had become even smaller, Mani and Delling excusing themselves to tend to their divine duties. Vor had seated herself before the table, papers spread on top of the map. Occasionally her quill would stop it’s movements, the Goddess gazing thoughtfully at the map. But for the most part she ignored it, lost in her own thoughts as she sought to make up a plan of war.

That left Forseti and Hlin to talk quietly to each other. Frei looked at them noting the serious face of the God of Truth, the man talking in a low timber that had Frei straining her ears to hear him.

“It just doesn’t make any sense…” Forseti said, shaking his head. “Why would they go to all the trouble of taking Lady Lenneth? They had to know it would incite a war between the two realms!”

“Perhaps that was their goal?” wondered Hlin. “To strike the first blow, an attack that would surely leave our Lord devastated.”

“It’s a risky endeavor…and I can’t help but feel…there is too much coincidence in the timing of her kidnapping.” mused Forseti.

“What do you mean?” asked Hlin curiously.

“Lenneth spent all her time inside of Valhalla…She was never seen outside it’s halls without Lezard by her side.” He explained to her. “Why is it the day she ventured away from Valhalla. it was at just the precise moment the giants came to attack? Fortune cannot favor them so to give them such a gift.”

“It’s my fault.” Frei whispered, the two Aesir turning to glance at the little Vanir with surprise in their eyes. “I was the one who suggested we go outside for some fresh air. I…I wanted to make her feel better!”

“Frei…” Hlin approached her, all too ready to do her duty as Goddess of Consolation. “Do not blame yourself…the timing is awkward, but you did not know this would happen. Malice was not what bade you take the lady out…you did it out of the kindness of your heart.” She patted Frei’s hand as she spoke, offering a kind smile to the girl. Frei sniffled, not replying, careful to keep her tears from falling.

Forseti cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the Goddess’ miserable state. “Yes…One would almost say they saw their chance and abandoned whatever it is they had planned to do, taking away with them a valuable hostage. Although…”

“Although?” repeated Frei, her anxious eyes on him.

“It’s just the numbers involved in the attack that bother me.” admitted Forseti. “You said there was only two?” At her nod, he continued, a frown on his face. “Two is hardly adequate to launch the first wave of an invasion, even with the strength of the giants. Two is more suited for small mischief and infiltration…”

“We may never understand their reasoning behind sending those two here.” Hlin said.

“Perhaps…But why haven’t we heard from them since?!” demanded Forseti. “There’s not even been one whiff of a ransom note! No demands have been made of Lezard for the continued safety of his lady. I find that most puzzling, almost as troubling as Loki’s involvement in all of this.”

“Loki?” Frei questioned. “What about Loki?”

“I am not one for idle speculation…” began the God. “But…something about Loki’s words rang false.” He sighed, a hand shifting through his green hair. “You know of my power, know that I am able to taste a lie…and Loki’s words held just enough truth in them to distort what he was saying.”

“Like what…?” asked Hlin.

“If I knew for certain, I would approach Lezard with my doubts.” Forseti said. “Loki is of crafty intellect, knowing enough to hide his actions behind a grain of truth. Perhaps it’s just something minor, something he didn’t trust to speak of to Lezard in his current state of mind. But the fact that I don’t know what that something could be, troubles me greatly.”

“Loki has been most helpful during this state of crisis.” Hlin said thoughtfully. “I marvel at the change in him. He seems most eager to please Lord Lezard.”

“Perhaps he is…” Frei said, wanting to support Loki. “It was he who suggested I take Lady Lenneth outside. He said the air would be good for her condition.”

“He did?” She could see the surprise on the two Aesir’s faces.

“Yes…” Frei frowned, not liking the look they gave her. “But it was purely a coincidence of timing!” She protested, hasty words spilling out in defense of Loki. “We met by chance in the hall, and we got to talking abbot Lady Lenneth and her mysterious illness…”

“There is too many accidental meetings in the intrigue surrounding the lady’s disappearance.” Forseti told her.

Hlin gasped. “What are you getting at Forseti?”

“I’m not one to point fingers without proof…but I suggest we keep an eye on Loki and his comings and goings. They just may lead us to learn something surprising about our so called friend.” Forseti noticed the frown on Frei’s face, his expression serious. “I know you want to believe the best about Loki but please Frei. Promise me you will not relay my suspicions to him. Not yet…give me the time to investigate first.”

“All right…” Frei sighed, fidgeting in her seat. “But what do you hope to discover?”

“With any luck, the location of Lenneth’s whereabouts.” Forseti smiled as he gave her his answer. Hlin and Frei blinked in surprise, and the God actually laughed to see the stunned looks on their faces.

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It was quite an experience shopping with Alicia and Lydia, Dallas noted to himself. For one thing, the two women kept up a steady stream of chatter, conversation airy and light. Stray giggles escaped the princess’ lips, Lydia laughing as they talked of their past travel experiences. Bags and boxes were in their arms, the girls effortlessly carrying their purchases, though occasionally they lamented the lack of Arngrim’s strong arms.

Another thing Dallas noticed was the attention the two beautiful blondes received. People, mainly men stopped and openly stared, though the princess and Lydia seemed oblivious to the looks they received. Dallas felt himself stiffening, playing the role of protector though he knew both ladies were quite capable of defending themselves.

The third thing, and this was the most alien in concepts to him was the act of actually purchasing goods. Dallas had never had to buy anything in his whole life, being born to a life of privilege few had ever known. Before today, shopping was something a servant did, the goods magically appearing in one’s cupboards, awaiting his need of it. He had no experience with haggling, used to be giving what he wanted the few times he had ventured into Dipan’s shops.

The shop peddlers were like vampires scenting blood, they zeroed in on the inexperienced mage, overwhelming him with prices that were set far too high. Dallas would have had little to no way of knowing they were over charging him if not for Lydia’s interference. After being swindled out of a sizable amount of cash for only a few herbs, the pretty archer had narrowed her eyes, an angry pout on her lips.

She had grabbed hold of his arm, all but dragging him down the street as she marched them back into the shop. Her display of temper was impressive, Lydia rising to his defense, and getting his money back. Since then she had stuck close to Dallas’ side, a fact that he did not mind one iota, making sure he got nothing but the best deals for his money.

He found his basket over loaded with bottles, some empty, others filled with colorful liquids, toxins and liquid extracts. Herbs lined the bottom of his basket, making a soft cushion for the bottles, and he had several packets of seeds ready to grow what he needed. The best part was he still had plenty of money left over, Lydia promising to take him out shopping when Arngrim and Rufus were available to act as pack mules. It was something to look forward too, Dallas surprised by how deliriously happy the idea of going somewhere with Lydia made him, even as he frowned at the thought of the two men shadowing their every footstep.

It’s not as though we made a date. He told himself, furious at how his heart pittered pattered at the thought. She merely wants to help a friend of a friend. After all…that’s all I am to her… A sigh then, Dallas looking morose as he followed behind the two females.

“Something wrong Dallas?” Alicia was turning to glance over her shoulder at him, concern on her face.

“Oh no Alicia!” Dallas was quick to protest, horrified to have expelled a breath loud enough for her to hear. “Nothing is the matter. I’m merely…tired is all…”

“It has been a long day.” Lydia said, shifting the bags of groceries in her arms in an attempt to redistribute the weight more evenly. “Perhaps we should be heading back to the house?”

“Yes…I think that best.” Dallas agreed, grateful for the suggestion. Lydia smiled at him, and he nearly swooned, taking an unsteady step after the women. They began the short trek home, the trip uneventful and brief. Rufus and Arngrim had not yet returned from their excursion, the house seeming far too quiet without the two male’s boisterous presence.

Alicia and Lydia busied themselves in the kitchen, unpacking their purchases. Dallas wandered about from the main room and the kitchen, feeling out of sorts. “Dallas…why don’t you set your items over there.” Lydia pointed at a cupboard, a kind smile on her face.

“Er yes…thank you…” He began unpacking his basket, placing the many items onto the cupboard’s shelves.

“You can also plant those seeds in my garden.” The archer suggested, turning her back to him. He heard the sound of chopping, realizing Lydia had begun the meal’s preparations.

“Oh I couldn’t!” protested Dallas. “I’ve already imposed so much…”

“Oh please…I hardly use the thing.” Lydia shrugged. “It’s little more than a bunch of ragged weeds at this point. If you can get anything to grow in that patch of land, you’re more than welcome to reap the profits.”

“I still don’t know…”

“What Dallas means to say…” interrupted Alicia with a pointed look at the mage. “Is thank you for your hospitality. Right Dallas?”

“Yes…” He meekly agreed, stuffing more things into the cupboard. “I am honored that you think of me so much.” He was sure even the tips of his ears had turned red, so fierce was the heat on his face.

“Dallas…?” Alicia was speaking, holding vegetables underneath the running faucet. “Do you have enough to start making potions?”

“I have the basics, yes…” Dallas nodded, glad for the change of subject. “I have enough to make several herbal remedies, not to mention some of the less dangerous attack magics. I’ll have to see about importing if I want to make anything really powerful. Although it surprises me at just how big a selection Crell Monferaign has. Oh it’s nothing compared to what was available to me in Dipan, but it is a start.”

“Oh…” Alicia said, her hands busy as she began pealing potatoes. “Dallas…what is the difference between the herbal remedies and the potions you can buy in an item shop?”

“Item shop? Ha!” He scoffed. “Those second rate potions will do in a pinch, but they are nothing compared to what I can do.” A tone of boasting filled his voice, Dallas feeling pride as he regaled them with specifics. He talked and he talked, until the girl’s eyes glazed over with something akin to boredom, and he still he prattled on unable to stop himself.

“Wow…” Lydia murmured. “You make it sound as though you are performing small miracles!”

“Oh no! Anything but that!” Dallas shook his head. “Magic can do many things, even restore a person on the bring of death, but only Gods can perform miracles. No…I may be able cure to minor illnesses, and restore the health and vitality of a warrior down on his or her luck, but if it is your time to die…no…even the most powerful of magic won’t be able to stop that.”

“I see…” The rattle of pots were heard, Lydia tossing in meats and vegetables into a big broiling bowl. Dallas sighed at the disappointed tone to her voice, knowing that was always the reaction when people learned that magic couldn’t stay death’s hand. Stifling his sighs, he shut the door of the cupboard, and turned to look at the two women.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked.

“Dallas!” A sudden giggle from Alicia. “Can you even cook?”

“Well uh…no…” he admitted. “We had servants to do that back at the castle…”

“Then perhaps it’s time you learn.” Lydia said, gesturing him to come closer to her.

He did as she asked, finding the archer handing him a large spoon. “And what am I supposed to do with this?” He asked, arching his eyebrow in confusion.

“Start by stirring the broth.” Lydia mimicked the movements with her hand, and Dallas slowly dipped the spoon into the stew. She stood next to him, smiling as her arm brushed against his body, the girl reaching for spices. She shook the canisters over the pot, adding pepper and salt, and a touch of oregano to the soup.

They were still standing like that when the front door slammed open, Rufus’ voice calling out cheerfully. “We’re home!”

“Welcome back.” Lydia said, stepping away from Dallas’ side.

Alicia had a smile on her face, waiting patiently as Rufus walked to her side. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight, sniffing the air. “Something smells good…”

“That would be dinner.” Alicia pointed out with a giggle.

“Wasn’t talking about the food.” Rufus said mischievously.

Dallas quickly turned away from the sight of the two newlyweds kissing, unaware of Lydia watching his reaction. He had no way of knowing she noticed the pain in his eyes, the mage shaking his head as he forced a polite smile on his face. “Did you have a successful trip?”

“I’ll say.” Arngrim grinned. His hands patted the satchels hanging on his belt, coins jingling loudly. “I haven’t even cashed in the troll’s teeth, and we still made a bundle. Speaking of which…” He pulled one of the satchels off his belt, tossing it towards Dallas. The mage scrambled to snatch the bag out of the air, keeping the contents from spilling out onto the ground.

“What’s this?” Dallas asked, holding up the bag.

“You’re share of the oth.” Arngrim said, laughing at the stunned look on Dallas’ face. “Didn’t think I was gonna hoard all the gold to myself did you?” He shook his head no. “Everyone did their part on the journey here. We all killed our fair share of monsters, so we split the loot.” He was pulling off another satchel of coins, the bag not as full as some of the others. “Here…” He said, thrusting the bag before Lydia’s face. “This is for you.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, Lydia staring at the bag. “What’s this for?”

“It’s your share…plus a bit extra to pay you back for room and board.” Arngrim held up a hand, stifling her protests before they could begin. “I know it isn’t cheap to feed so many people, especially when two of them have bottomless appetites…” A laugh then. “And I won’t take no for an answer. You’re doing us a favor letting us stay here. The least we can do is pay for some of the expense.”

“Thank you.” Lydia said, allowing the warrior to drop the bag into her hands.

“Don’t mention it.” Arngrim said a tad gruffly.

“So what took you guys so long?” Alicia asked curiously.

“Now Alicia, you know Arngrim had to haggle with the shop keepers down to their last oth.” Rufus smirked, a laugh following up his words. “I’m surprised we got back when we did!”

“Hey!” Arngrim pretended to be insulted, but couldn’t maintain the sullen expression. He erupted into rueful laughter, nodding his head in agreement. “My mother taught

me the value of even the smallest piece of gold. It makes for a hard habit to break.”

“Nor should you want to.” Lydia said, having set aside her bag of oth. “You honor your mother by sticking to her values.”

“Er…right…” Arngrim was uncomfortable by her praise. “I guess so.”

“Wonder how dear old mum would feel about her boy growing up to be a pirate?” Rufus wondered out loud, ignoring the glare Arngrim shot him.

“Don’t start!” warned the beserker.

“What?” asked Rufus, the picture of innocence.

“Let’s all sit down and eat.” Alicia interjected before either male could say anything further. “Dinner is just about ready.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Rufus smiled, pulling out a chair for his wife. She returned his smile, sitting down on the wooden seat. Rufus quickly sat down next to her, and Arngrim also seated himself at the table. Dallas hurried to help Lydia by placing bowls in front of her guests, the archer smiling gratefully at him as she spooned the meaty stew into the waiting bowls. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of chewing, soup being slurped, and spoons scraping the bottom of their bowls. It was a plesant, friendly atmosphere, full of lively talk and good humored teasing. For the first time in a long while, Dallas wore a genuine smile on his face, finding life wasn’t so bad after all.

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He heard the chains rattle, his prisoner hurrying to stand as he entered the room. Loki bit back his laughter, a grin on his face as he noted the angry way Lenneth stared at him. She was really quite lovely when she was enraged, the cerulean of her eyes flashing with an angry heat. He was pleased to note that even with all her anger, all her rage, Lenneth kept her distance from him, not daring to attack him. She was quick to learn, needing only a taste of his harsh lessons to keep her from making any further moves against him. That surprised Loki, made him wonder if the Valkyrie’s time with Lezard had rendered her docile.

He couldn’t have guessed at the real reason for her compliance, Lenneth’s fear for her unborn child making her hesitant to take any unnecessary risks. Lenneth narrowed her eyes at Loki, waiting for him to speak. She didn’t have to wait long, he was far too pleased with himself, needing someone to boast too.

“Ah Lenneth…you’re looking well under the circumstances.” Loki smirked, noting the bruise blossoming on her cheek, the mark dark on her pale skin. “Could it be imprisonment agrees with you?” He laughed then, not waiting for her answer, hearing her let out a hissed out breath of air. Otherwise she was silent, just glaring at him. No matter. “Or perhaps it’s the company…perhaps you find me a better companion than Lezard ever was?”

“If you’ve come merely to taunt me, save your breath.” Lenneth said, her voice calm and not betraying the anger she felt. “I’ve no interest in what you have to say, nor can I stomach being in your presence for very long.” A haughty look in her eyes as she told him this. “You are dismissed. Be gone from my sight.”

“Oh no…” Loki laughed, shaking his head no. “You don’t tell me what to do. Not here…you are not in control Lenneth. Haven’t you realized that yet?!” He took a sudden step forward, reaching her side, seeing her back up with a wary look in her eyes. His smirk widened, Loki lifted his hand to touch the bruise on her face, seeing Lenneth flinch back from his hand.

“What do you want Loki?” She demanded with a snarl, staying out of reach of his hand.

“Why I merely wish to keep you informed on what is happening in the outside world!” Loki explained, ignoring the impertinent snort of laughter she let out. “There’s going to be a war Lenneth. MY war…and it will be a magnificent thing, full of chaos and discord.” He was giddy as he told her this, excited and proud of his accomplishment. “Even as we speak old Bolthorn prepares his armies, ready to rally them to the cause of young Vili.”

“Vili?! Odin’s brother? What’s he got to do with any of this?” demanded Lenneth, unable to keep from showing her interest.

“Everything! He wants to succeed Odin on the throne.” explained Loki. “He’s far too easy to manipulate. Both he and Borr show the proper amount of righteous indignation at what has occurred. They are all too eager to hear what I have to say…”

“And that is what exactly?” asked Lenneth. “You can’t possibly tell them the truth! That you would lead them to their deaths in your mad attempt to seize control of the throne. So what lies do you bring them? What vile words spills forth from your tongue, spurring them to war?”

“I merely capitalize on their fears.” Loki grinned. “They are all too eager to believe Lezard will come after them. I let them believe your paramour is power hungry and mad, seeking to hunt down all remains of Odin’s family, ready to destroy any and all threats to his throne.” More excited laughter from him. “It is true enough, especially with you not around to convince Lezard otherwise.”

“Do they know what you have done? Do they know you have kidnapped me?” She growled out the words, clenching her hands into helpless fists.

“Of course not…” Loki answered her. “I would be a fool to tell them. I risked a great deal in bringing you here…I won’t have them thinking they can avoid their ultimate fate by returning you to Lezard.”

“And what will you do if by chance Lezard loses?” Lenneth demanded. “Will you scamper and kiss the ass of Vili in an attempt to ingratiate yourself into his court?” Loki’s eyes flashed with anger, his hand rising too strike her. Lenneth saw the move, and raised her arms, grabbing at his wrist before he could slap her across the face. His other hand moved, reaching to snag her free hand, and there they stood, each holding the other imprisoned in a steel grip.

“Be careful of the words you choose to say to me Lenneth!” Loki hissed, feeling her struggle to hold onto his wrist, even as she tried to pull her other hand free of his grip. “You may have free range to do and say what you want to Lezard, but not with me! I will be treated with the respect I deserve!”

“Then I will grant you the same accordance I would give a cockroach, and nothing more!” Lenneth shouted at him, digging her nails into his flesh.

“Arrogant bitch.” snarled Loki, and with a burst of strength he was flinging her against the bed, hearing her hit the mattress with a satisfying thump. Lenneth let out a wordless shout of rage, but before she could sit up, Loki was on her, pinning down her arms as he straddled her hips. He glared down at her, even as she stared up at him defiantly.

“Get off of me!” ordered Lenneth, straining her arms as she began to thrash about, attempting to buck Loki off her body.

“You know Lenneth…” Her name was a heated hiss on his lips, Loki staring down at her with a smirk. “I could make things so much more unpleasant for you than they already are. I don’t have to be NICE to you…”

“Oh is that what you’ve been doing?!” She demanded, hearing her chains clank as she squirmed about. “I somehow must have missed that part! Do illuminate me on this niceness you speak about!”

“You have a bed don’t you?” He asked, settling his weight on top of her. “You have room to roam around…even somewhat warm clothing to keep Jotunheim’s chill at bay…It may not be the amenities you have grown used to, but trust me when I say things could be far worse.”

Lenneth had no answer for that, she merely glared, continuing to wiggle and writhe underneath him. He continued to watch her struggle, a funny look coming over his face. “You know Lenneth…you really are quite beautiful…”

“HA! Spare me your false compliments!” scoffed Lenneth.

“It’s no lie…” He watched her eyes widened, seeing him leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I can almost understand why you have driven that fool Lezard mad with desire.” She shivered as he laughed in her ear, Lenneth’s movements becoming more frantic, more desperate as she thrashed about.

“Oooooh yes…” Loki taunted her, his voice a throaty purr, lips caressing the curve of her ear. “Harder Lenneth, harder! It does such interesting things to my body to feel you squirming beneath me!”

Lenneth went absolutely still, not even daring to breathe, feeling Loki’s tongue lick the inside of her ear. He let out a moan, feigning disappointment at her lack of movement. “Can it be…?” He pulled back to look at her face, studying her eyes. “Have I finally found the key to your obedience?” He transferred his hold on her wrists, his large hand encircling both her slender wrists in a one handed grip. “Is that fear I see in your eyes?”

His hand was touching her face, Loki peering down curiously at her. “Do you finally realize the severity of the situation you find yourself in?” He had the nerve to touch her lips, fingers tracing the bottom curve of her mouth.

“Loki…” Lenneth surprised him with a demure smile, lips parting to whisper his name. And then without warning, she was capturing his finger between her lips, teeth biting down hard on the skin. Loki let out a shout of pain, pulling his hand back, feeling her teeth scrape along the flesh, spilling his blood onto her face.

“I will die before I let you touch me!” She said, spitting in his face, even as she resumed her struggles. Loki was still holding up his bleeding finger, shock in his eyes, his grip on her wrists weakening. With one last violent wrench on her arms, Lenneth broke free of his hold, and she pushed and shoved at his chest, bit by bit shoving him off her.

Loki broke free of the spell pain had on him, lips curled into an angry scowl, expression ugly as he glared at her. “Bloodthirsty battle maiden!! Lezard can have you!” He was dripping blood all over the place, rising to stand, slapping her hands away from him. Lenneth quickly sat up, wary of him, but her laughter was mocking.

“What’s the matter Loki? Can’t take a little pain with your pleasure?”

Ether glowed on his hand, Loki making a fist as he glared at her. The energy cast up shadows in the room, distorting the light, and still the ball of energy grew. Larger and more immense in size, crackling with power. Lenneth continued to infuriate him with her laugh, not backing down, not showing the slightest bit of fear.

“No…” The power began to die down, slowly being absorbed into his skin. “I don’t know what your game is Lenneth…but I won’t be tricked into killing my most valuable pawn…not yet at least.” A wide flash of his teeth, but there was no humor to his grin. “You still have your uses to me.”

“And just what exactly are those uses?” Lenneth asked, using the back of her sleeve to wipe away the remnants of his blood from her mouth.

“No, I don’t think I’ll tell you.” He shook his head no, feeling the cuts in his finger begin to heal. “It’ll give you something to do. Something to think about as you sit here and wonder what your ultimate part in my drama will be.”

“I think I can guess.” Lenneth said, smirking at him. “You are too scared to kill me. Not when there’s still a chance Lezard could find out what you’ve done. As long as I am alive, you have a bargaining chip…a way to save your miserable life. Heh…” A shake of her head then, eyes full of cruel amusement. “It’s a delaying tactic at best. Lezard WILL discover what you have done, and when he does…”

“Why so confidant Lenneth?” demanded Loki, placing his hand on his right hip. “Lezard isn’t all knowing, he can’t be!”

“And yet he had no problem defeating Odin and taking his power.” retorted Lenneth. “He was able to acquire the knowledge to do that…you don’t think it’ll be child’s play for him to discover your involvement in the developments that led to this war?”

“So sure are you…I wonder why…” He stared at her, suspicion in his eyes. “Could it be you know how he became a God…know just how he acquired such power and knowledge to defeat Odin?”

“I…I do not know.” Her eyes looked away from him, a shifty expression on her face.

Loki let out a gasp, feeling his eyes widen with glee. “You do know!”

“I do not!” She retorted.

“You’re lying!” Loki shouted, stepping forward to seize her by the shoulders. “Tell me what you know…tell me how Lezard learned to transcend his mortality!” He began shaking her, feeling Lenneth throw up her arms, shoving at his chest. “Tell me the secret to absorbing a God’s power!”

“Do you really think I know all that?” She screamed into his face. “As if Lezard would share such a powerful secret with me!” She was bringing up her knee, slamming it hard between his legs. With a pain filled oof, Loki was releasing her, hands flying to his crotch to cup himself protectively. Lenneth took a few steps away from him, going as far as the chain would allow her, feeling it pull tight on her ankle. She stared longingly at the open door, wanting nothing more than to fling herself over it’s threshold.

“Perhaps…” his voice came out a high pitch squeak, Loki frowning. “Perhaps…” He said, clearing his throat, forcing his voice to go deeper. “We are both over excited this day. I will take my leave of you for now…”

“Don’t bother to come back.” Lenneth snapped, glaring at him with all the hatred she could muster.

“Oh but I will be back…and next time…” Loki grinned. “Next time you will reveal to me all of Lezard’s secrets.” He was moving then, cautious as he passed by her, wary of any potential attacks. Lenneth watched him go, silent anger on her face, her fingers curling and uncurling into fists, just itching to attack him. But she made no move, waiting until he left her prison, shutting the door behind him.

It was when the sound of footsteps faded away that Lenneth allowed herself to give in to the emotions broiling forth in her. She screamed, a loud sob escaping her as she sunk down to the floor, holding her head in her hands. Lezard. She thought miserably, never having imagined she’d be praying for him to find her. Please hurry and save me—save us!