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🕑 Added 2025-01-20 13:36:19 +0000 UTCHow Loki goes too far, to put it bluntly, is rooted in Asgard's family dynamics. But Loki's actions were not entirely his own. Manipulated and tampered with, his thoughts twisted in an attempt to harm Asgard, Frigga found herself unable to stand idly by.
Asgard had never been so weak as to refuse to fight back when attacked. Grudges were typically avenged swiftly. Yet, Frigga's resolve was firm: as long as Loki's mind remained affected, he would not reveal any information. Struggling against another consciousness and consumed by his suffering, Loki turned his back on Frigga, refusing to engage. He sat on the cold floor, eyes closed, shutting out the world.
Frigga watched him, helpless. After a long, silent moment, she sighed and turned to leave.
She didn't see Loki's eyes snap open as soon as she was gone. His expression, once anguished, twisted into one of indifference and cunning, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Weng!
Without moving a muscle, a faint ripple of green light and shadow flickered across his form before disappearing. Outside the prison, a pair of Asgardian guards patrolled past, glancing briefly into the cell. They saw Loki sitting motionless, his back turned, seemingly meditating. Satisfied, they continued on their way.
But the real Loki was already gone.
Having grown up in Asgard, Loki knew every nook and cranny of the realm. He understood its operations, its defenses, and most importantly, its weaknesses. The dungeon, designed to hold the most dangerous prisoners, was equipped with a strict surveillance system.
Upon entry, prisoners were fitted with special shackles around their neck and wrists. Crafted by dwarves, these restraints suppressed all energy within the body. Their dense, enchanted materials made them nearly impossible to break. Even if someone could muster the strength to do so, any attempt to breach the shackles would trigger a devastating explosion, obliterating the prisoner on the spot.
The dungeon itself was built with the same unyielding materials, offering an additional layer of protection. Together, these measures ensured no one could escape.
Except Loki.
Through careful planning, he had prepared for this scenario long before his capture. His "imprisonment" was merely a calculated step in his grander scheme. From the outset, Loki had no intention of leading the Chitauri army to wage war against Asgard; he knew the army was no match for the realm's might. His true objective was far more insidious: infiltrating Asgard to sow chaos from within.
When Thor and his allies captured him aboard the Chitauri vanguard ship, it only played into Loki's hands.
As for Frigga, who believed she had purged the foreign influence from Loki's mind, she was mistaken. The changes in Loki's thoughts were deeper, a fundamental shift in ideology. The psychic disturbance she had detected was a mere facade, a smokescreen to deceive her.
Now free and unhindered, Loki skillfully disguised himself as he made his way to the depths of Asgard.
The Immortal Palace's innermost sanctum was quiet, almost eerily so. Unlike the grand opulence of the palace above, this place was solemn and lonely. Golden hues adorned the walls, intricately carved murals told ancient stories, and soft light emanated from hanging patterns and lanterns.
In the center of the chamber lay Odin, the All-Father, resting atop a stone table. His silver hair and beard framed a face lined with age, his features weary yet serene in his slumber.
Loki descended the high steps, his gaze fixed on Odin's still form. Malice and hatred burned in his eyes.
"Ha," Loki sneered. "The once-great All-Father, now reduced to an old man awaiting death. Let the final moments of your life serve my master."
Raising his right hand, Loki summoned his scepter, its sharp crescent tip inlaid with a gleaming gemstone. Green energy pulsed from the weapon as he extended it toward Odin's chest.
But just as the scepter was about to touch him, something unexpected happened.
A terrifying aura erupted from Odin, freezing the air and time itself. The sheer force of his presence rendered Loki immobile, his body frozen against his will.
Wide-eyed, Loki stared as Odin's single eye opened. No longer the frail, slumbering figure, Odin now radiated the majesty of a king, his gaze piercing and commanding. Slowly, he sat up, his posture regal and unyielding.
"Loki."
The single word, spoken in Odin's deep, resonant voice, shook the very walls. Loki, trembling under the immense pressure, managed to stammer, "Father—"
Odin ignored him, his one eye glowing with crackling lightning. "You dare interrupt my slumber like this. What is your next move, Loki?"
Loki, pale but defiant, forced a smirk. "It seems nothing escapes you, Father. A shame—I'll need to be more careful next time."
"You seek to destroy Asgard," Odin said, his voice laced with thunderous authority. "You stole the Eternal Flame. You wish to ignite Ragnarok."
Loki's smirk widened. "Indeed. If only you had woken sooner, you might have stopped me. But now, it's too late. The Fire Demon Surtur will lay waste to your precious kingdom. The gods will fall, and Asgard will burn. It is inevitable."
He leaned closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Soon, blood and corpses will rain upon Asgard, and you, Odin, will stand among the fallen, a lifeless king amidst the ruin."
