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20 November 2012 @ 09:19 pm
Prompt mini-fill  
Title: Fair Game
Written for this prompt http://norsekink.livejournal.com/8802.html?thread=17820258#t17820258
Warnings
description of some not so nice actions, references to gore

Summery: Odin is very old and very powerful and he loves his sons very much. Both of them


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["It is not wise to give something old and powerful something to love. It tends to end badly and everyone has to live with the consequences." -paraphrased from Fair Game by Patricia Briggs]

The light moves over the shining surface of the new built gate house like the ripples in the crystal water around it. There is a calmness in the movement that has no place in the heart of Odin. He is only rage. The Allfather has seen much. He has lost many. And when they cycle round he will see and loose more. But he refuses to lose this one more than he already has.

Heimdall stands silently beside him, sword raised in preparation.

-

His son’s ability to hide himself grates on The Allfather. It is not that he had watched at all times, it is that he could. When it was needed. They are his children after all, and they are still young. Sometimes it seems as though Thor is the younger of the two; Odin has no one but himself to blame for that. His heir’s banishment was long enough, but it had been a start and he had needed to return. Loki’s banishment, though self inflicted, had been ill timed. And much much too long.

The spells Loki cast to hide himself from the gate keeper’s eyes held until the moment when his heart stopped beating. There had been a long, needle-like blade through it, transmitting a plus of energy to the core of him where it would otherwise not reach. They had pierced his heart with the instrument after they had set him aflame. Hella had sent to Odin in a fit of rage. He had almost been with her, she cried, she had been reaching for his hand.

The spell held, and then it melted away and they could see everything.

It did not begin again when the scientists brought him back.

He had been taken by a Midgardian group (it does not matter which, there are many, and he does not care. All he cares about is that they Have. His. Child). The first thing he sees are short gasping breaths, curses spat in droplets of blood, and lips stained red. Loki gags, trails of red dribbling down his chin so that he would not drown in the blood when they cut out his tongue to see how long it would take to grow back (an average of four days).

He had at one point burst free of his restraints and torn nine guards apart like they were children’s toys. Flaying them open, the white of their bones gleaming through the waves of red that rained down upon the floor, a morbid display of symmetry in the lines. When the next wave of soldiers came upon him Loki had been sitting comfortably on the floor, painting delicate designs on the walls with blood. He broke the neck of one man and all the fingers of another before they had been able to take him down and return him to the lab, dragging him back down the corridor through the remains of their comrades.

As punishment for his attempt to escape they take out the paring knives

A man is leaning over to peel away the skin on his chest when Loki jerks what he can of his body up (his arms have several straps holding them down) and bites the cheek off of the scientist. The man shrieks, hands pawing uselessly at his face. He trips back and falls while the others in the room waver between their own safety and holding the prisoner down. Loki spits the flap of skin out to the side, slimy with blood. It falls like a wet leaf. The man is left on the floor, wailing and scrambling until he no longer moved.  After the incident Loki’s neck is secured to the lab table so tightly that it is nearly crushed. He cackles.

They bring in a new scientist. When they are done with him there is no skin left.

-

Frigga waits, a sentinel at his side. Silent. (She will see this done, she told him. There would be no argument.) Her jaw is hardened, knuckles white in their grip on Sleipnir's tack. Their grandson’s nostrils flare once, his tail snapping out to the side, but they are otherwise both the pinnacle of propriety, their rage tucked inside for when it is needed.

Odin takes his grandson’s reins and mounts. The bifrost roars open.

The Allfather will raze them to the ground. Then he will bring back what is left of them for her. And she will shred them to ribbons.



 
 
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cancerjanus: birdscancerjanus on November 21st, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
Odin and Frigga are the ultimate pair of Papa and Mama Bear parents in this angsty story. I wonder how SHIELD is going to react to the fact that they failed to keep Loki safely held prisoner and now an angry God King is going on the war path for his child.
gekkoryu: pic#74658319gekkoryu on November 22nd, 2012 04:13 am (UTC)
I do too. I hadn't thought that far.
lokibitch07: pic#117276769lokibitch07 on November 21st, 2012 04:00 am (UTC)
ROOOOOAAAARRRR!
I love it.
More please
gekkoryu: pic#74658319gekkoryu on November 22nd, 2012 01:39 am (UTC)
Maybe if I get inspired, no promises though. I've got some other projects in the works. I'm glad you liked it!
Nemi: wavenemi_chan on November 21st, 2012 11:24 pm (UTC)
Oh.

I can't. I can't squee. It's...a bit like the gate house I suppose? I feel as if you've just dropped a perfectly polished stone into the me that is a still bit of water, and I'm rippling with thoughts and possibilities and can't stop staring at that perfect stone at the bottom that caused all this.

...That is an incredibly flowery metaphore for how you gave me feels. My thanks.
gekkoryu: pic#74658319gekkoryu on November 22nd, 2012 01:38 am (UTC)
I've never had my writing inspire metaphors before, that's exciting. I love getting squee responses, but I almost like getting the comments where people can't squee more. That means the writing worked.
Nemi: wavenemi_chan on November 22nd, 2012 04:11 am (UTC)
You are welcome. In a way, this story *chin hands* augh, I can't parse this correctly.

I loved how Loki basically refused to be broken, even if he's obviously insane since he's not making full attempts at escape. Painting with blood, really? Instead of running? And Hella was reaching for him, I suspect he wasn't reaching back. Loki refuses to die, at all, ever.

Is he taunting them to be tortured for everyone to see, so as to get forgiveness in Asgard? Avengers didn't happen, from the sounds of things, and, stuf stuff, stuffy stuff.

Even though this is perfect as it is, I'd love a sequel. Reflections of people, shock on Midgard at the GIANTT FUCKING CRATOR where Odin went wrath of god on them.
Lurker on the run: Kittylita_of_jupiter on November 22nd, 2012 01:16 am (UTC)
oh this was more than lovely! it was positively adorable and I loved the touch you added with his two kids also fuming about the treatment their father endured

I kinda really hope you write more of this... I want the avengers reaction to suddenly a wild Odin appears

Edited at 2012-11-22 01:19 am (UTC)
gekkoryu: pic#74658319gekkoryu on November 22nd, 2012 01:34 am (UTC)
The kids sneaked up on me, they weren't in the original plan. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I might do another part to this if I get a good idea for it, but right now I'm working on other interesting prompts. The Golem is becoming a verse, so that might take a while.

Edited at 2012-11-22 01:35 am (UTC)
Lurker on the runlita_of_jupiter on November 22nd, 2012 02:36 am (UTC)
well, I loved the overprotective versions of Odin and Frigga so I hope they show up on Golemv'erse as well!!

I'll be hoping more inspiration hits you over this!
LadyN13: Destielladynaruto13 on November 22nd, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
I really like :) protective allparents are great!!!!! Is there going to be a sequel???
gekkoryu: pic#74658319gekkoryu on November 22nd, 2012 04:15 am (UTC)
Not at the moment, I'm working on some other projects. But I won't say no if the inspiration hits.
Dessie Octavia: Loki and Thordessieoctavia on October 5th, 2013 10:50 pm (UTC)
So good to see Odin being protective.