Shadows of the Heart [ R ]

Odin sat back down and patted Frigga's hand gently. "If Thor really did do it, then I'll have to go through with an exile and the punishments that follow. Perhaps Heimdall would know something, he sees all," he said.


Thor sat in his cell, tossing a cup in between his hands to occupy himself as he thought. Maybe he did kill those Midgardians, but why? I didn't have a reason to kill anyone. If I really did commit this crime, then I'll never se Jane again or any of those mortal friends, he thought sadly. Staring at the white ceiling, Thor rested his head against the wall, back facing the corridor.

Odin nodded ever so slightly. "I will speak to him in an hour's time. I want to think on this matter before speaking with him," he said, standing up. "If you need me, dear, I will be around walking," the king said, dismissing himself from the room and to the crisp daylight.

Upon hearing footsteps, Thor stopped his mindless occupation to listen to the gait. He turned his head to the side a small fraction to see who had halted at his cell. The male heard a voice, the only one that could belong to his brother, and turned his head away again. "I tell the truth, Loki. I have no memory if going to Midgard and killing those people," he responded quietly, closing his eyes in frustration.

As he listened to Loki's rant, Thor's face turned red in anger. "I didn't know he'd blame you! It's not my choice to be the favorite, like I had even asked for it!" He stood up and clenched his fists, dropping the cup he'd been tossing to himself. "I always listen to you, trust you even, but I shouldn't and I have learned that all too well. Tell me, why do I keep on being a brother to you, Loki?" Thor ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his own temper in check. "I'll tell you why. I believe there's good in you and I don't care how long it will take me until I can unleash that one part of you that you've hidden away." The god sighed, staring right through Loki. "I don't even care if we're not blood-related, we few up together and have the same parents, whether you want to or not. I'm sorry that Odin's blaming you for this. I doubt you caused this whole situation. As you say, I could have most likely gone to Midgard and killed those people." As Thor finished speaking, he slid down the wall again into a sitting position.

"I know you hate me for father playing favorites, and I don't blame you. I would probably hate you, too. " Thor closed his eyes. "I never wanted to take away from you or cause you all this hardship that you have had to deal with. I know you're pleased that I'm in here," he muttered, looking up at Loki. "The reason that Odin doesn't love you like he does me, apart from you being all cold and evil, is that you're a Jotun. If I could give you a sliver of the affection I receive I would kit to give you a better life." Thor remained silent after his last sentence, staring at the wall in front of him.

"Maybe you're right that love can't do anything for you, but I won't stop my love for, Loki. I'll give up my harmless compassion that I've had for you if it will make you happy. At least now you'll get to be king," Thor muttered, throwing up his hands in defeat. "I doubt Odin will be able to prove that I'm innocent and I'll get exiled. That should be entertaining for you," he said darkly. "I'm done talking with you, so if you don't mind..."

Thor stretched out his legs as he listened to his brother speak, frowning angrily as Loki said he would be better off in this dingy prison. "That's not true!" He shouted as Loki left, throwing the cup in his hand at the bars, denting the metal. He growled, slamming his fists on the cold floor of the cell. In his heart he would always look at Loki as a brother and a friend, but in his head he wanted to kill Loki, not in a quick and easy fashion, but in a slow, torturing process that would kill him painfully.

(I got nothing. This is just embarrassing.)

Loki

[ I know this doesn't give you much. You could say something about maybe Odin finding out that Loki was no longer in the castle but people didn't know where he was, or something like that? Just spewing out random ideas. ]

Odin walked out of the palace with a mission. Speak to Heimdal, find out if Thor's innocent or guilty, exile his glorious son or whoever the perpetrator is, then get on with life. That's how these things normally went, but Loki the one who was normally accused. As the old king made his way down the Rainbow Bridge towards the circular dome that was the Bifrost, he thought of the ways Thor could've done this crime towards the Midgardians. He strutted up to the large guard, Heimdal, and gave a polite nod of his head. "I believe you know why I'm here, old friend," he said tiredly.

Thor's anger raged through his bloodstream like a poison. How dare Loki talk to me that way! All I've ever been to him was a brother if not anything. We've been through too much for him to say that. I know he always wanted to be king, and I did at one point. But why would he say that I'm better off in here? Without really thinking, Thor stood and squared his shoulders, running at the bars of his cell, slamming all 600 sum pounds of his body into the metal. He grunted as he rammed the bars, feeling something crack and giving no accord to it. He then grasped the door bars in his hands, pulling apart the 'cage' he was in before a guard caught eye of Thor and called in reinforcements.

(I'll finish up with Thor's little part next post.).

Odin nodded solemnly at the guard's words. "That is what we believe also. Thor just doesn't have that spark to kill people, especially his Midgardians. Is there anyway, Heimdal, that there could have been any other person who could've left to Midgard?" He asked, looking up at the man.

As guards came spilling into the hall, Thor slowed down in his rash attack on the cell as his senses returned to him. He looked out at the guards who had risked their lives many times before in battle and winced, feeling a pain in his upper arm. The guards watched their prince in fear and confusion, wondering what they should do. The captain of the guards stepped forward. "My prince, is everything alright? Should we call someone to help you?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine! It was just a bout of anger. I'm sorry for the alarm," Thor apologized, grasping his arm with his hand. The guards slowly trickled away, leaving the god to brood over his broken arm and pride.

(Arrgh, meanie! I want to know!!!!)

"Thank you, Heimdal, for your answers. This is hard to say, but I must exile Thor," Odin said, turning to go. "If there is anything that you can remember from earlier, please send word. Thank you again for your watchful eye." The king then headed back towards Asgard, taking his time to delay the punishment he would have to inflict on Thor.

[ Bwahaha. It's so sad. Loki...he's so broken...so broken. ]

Heimdal

Loki

Odin made his way back into the palace, pausing briefly in the foyer. He let out a hiss of air that he'd been holding, closing his eye to think. Could he really go through with this? Yes, he had to. If he didn't give Thor the proper punishment then that gave an example for anyone to get away with any crime. Odin walked into the throne room, standing in the center of the room. How could you have done this, boy? He thought to himself, turning to head down to the prisons to retrieve Thor himself.

Odin took a step back as the doors swing open, seeing Loki walk through. The old man's face lit up at the words of 'good news', hoping it had to do with Thor. "Yes, Loki?" He asked, surprised to see him so...excited. "What news do you bear?"

As Odin listened to Loki, the color drained from his face. He was lost for words, staring at his son in disbelief. "Why? How could you do this?" He asked, knowing the answers. "Ne'er mind, Loki. You will fail, like you always do. Asgard will prevail against your scheming."

Odin stood in the entryway of the stairs, listening to Loki's few words. He kept a straight face at his last sentence, cringing in the inside. How could he betray his own people to raise a Jotun? It was a question he asked himself periodically. The old man walked down the stone steps that led down to the prisons. The guard at the door nodded to his king, giving in to a small bow. "Hello, sir. How can I help you down here?" The unfortunate guard asked. He had seen Thor's anger bloom and was afraid for his prince, and his king.
"I'm here to get Thor," Odin replied emotionless, walking down the corridor. He stopped in front of Thor's cell, looking over the bent bars and rested his gaze on the man huddled in the corner. "Thor, get up. Your brother has announced war on Asgard. Your exile will be postponed until this threat is taken care of. Now come along," the king ordered, leaning in his spear.

Thor heard voices down the hall, sighing heavily. His arm had dulled to a small throb, but he could still feel the sharp pinch of the broken bone. He stretched his legs out carefully, feeling the presence of someone watching him. He heard his father's voice, not even turning his head to comprehend him. His feelings towards Loki had sobered, but he was afraid he might let his temper get the better of him. He stood up Odin's command. "Father, I cannot aid you in this battle, even though I wish to. I injured myself and am not in condition to wage war on one of Loki's mindless rages. I will come to help in strategies, but nothing other," the blonde said, following the veteran upstairs to the throne room.