Electrostatic

Laufeyson

"You still love him don't you? Why else would you spare his life? It's pathetic really." He softly cooed. Cocky bastard.

"You cannot love what does not exist. He is no longer the Thor I knew." That is all the information you're getting mate.

"You were young, inexperienced and clearly very naive. That fairytale you had never existed maybe you just bed the wrong God." Bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, was this his poor attempt at flirting? So this was the card he was going to play... wrong move Laufeyson.

"Or do I have everything you've ever wanted on a platter? Your freedom, your kingdom for the taking, and your brothers life. You have the option to slit his throat where he lays or say your final goodbyes whatever gets you hot." I reflected the cocky smirk right back.

"I do love it when you talk dirty to me Iver. What a spectacle indeed... I do desire to admire the mighty Thor on his death bed. I have a few choice words for my brother... two centuries in a box send a man to dark places." He paused glanced to his feet then met my eyes once again.

"I will visit my mother. She would help you with your plight if I'm able to wake her, she has a charitable nature I hope you know that." He said in all sincerity.

"You're welcome to see your brother but I have no intention of waking Frigga. She may have been kind to you as her son. Howbeit she held no love for me or my people." As far as I'm concerned the witch could rot for eternity.

"I see... there is a reason why it is named an eternal sleep, I doubt my abilities would be able to change that. I have not seen her face in two hundred years." His voice broke.

There was that emotional boy again his eyes glazing threatening to overspill. As quick as that reaction appears its replaced by a unsettling smile and cocky attitude.

"So you've considered my earlier offer? Clever girl." His breathing slowly hitched he's trying to stay calm. Patronising son of a bitch.

"Now what I need is a trickster a silver tonged front man, someone who is good at gaining peoples trust. A man by my side who is acquainted with Asgard's every dirty little secret, he who knows all her allies and enemies." It was working flattering Loki painting his perfect wet dream lined future.

His role would be depicting the 'last hope' for the remaining royalists, that is if there were any remaining. Royalists would not cross the galaxy for a human saviour, although a possibility for a Royal run Asgard may coax them out. Loki wasn't exactly the favoured royal among the people but he was the last remaining, it was possible to rally them into defending the very land they once called home. Regardless of the social situation they wouldn't turn a deaf ear to Asgard's annihilation.

"Iver you little temptress I'm flattered I really am. You think so highly of me." Flattery will get you everywhere especially with a narcissist.

"Your word does it still hold any value to you Loki Laufeyson?" Raising my eyebrow to him he rolled his tongue into his cheek, scoffing and glancing down at his feet.

"I give you my solemn word Iver; I'll aid your side, fight in your battles, together we'll restore Asgard to its former glory. I'll follow you into the darkness we'll come out the other side beautifully green." His brows had pulled together his fist clenched as green vines of smoke bellowed at his feet. Thats the Loki I required a vengeful son of a bitch.

"I thought you said green wasn't my colour?" I dragged my finger tips down my jade shoulder strap, running my nails gently outlining the rim of my bodice trailing my fingers over the swell of my breasts down between them ended with my hand flat spread across my solid plackart protecting the lower half of my torso. Lokis eyes never left my hand, this was going to be easy enough to have him wrapped around my finger.

"I'm sure you'll grow into it darling." His confident illusion flounders am I making the god of mischief nervous?

I changed my focus to the glowing barrier some form of energy that burns, the same blue white electricity sparks at my finger tips. I seem to be a natural with the sacred weapons in Asgard these sparks are the same Mjölnir produces. My gut has been correct so far... I plunged my fist through the barrier. The blue white sparks burst into a web changing orange into white, shattering the barrier like a pane of glass. The blue white erupted across all the cells jumping from current to current tearing them all down. The sound produced was like splintering wood mixed with electricity surges.

"You could of just switched it off." His bewildered face was quite amusing.

He was hesitant to step forward out of his cell, second guessing if it was truly destroyed, with his arms behind his back; his hands clasped he took his first step of freedom down to floor level.

I was stood strong waiting. Closing the space between us he reaches out and grasps one of my curls at my waist. Twirling it around his forefinger he exhales and looks down at me, I didn't realise how tall he was.

"Hmm... I hope you know I'm a handful to be around." That same smile played on his lips.

Without him noticing I held the tip of my small dagger delicately pressed to his stomach.

"Close enough Loki." My eyebrows raised I would be foolish to trust the trickster.

"Feisty I like it..." He quipped.