((ooc: I see a Loki and I inflict myself, I can't help it. It's a terrible affliction. :T))
Loki would stand in their father's place now. Thor, at his right hand.
It wasn't a position of honor, no. It was a bargain, if one could call it that when there was truly no choice in the matter. Protect, defend the usurper king, quell the rebellious hearts of fellow Aesir--with Mjolnir, if need be--and those Thor loved would be permitted to live. Serve, obey, and perhaps Loki in turn would serve Asgard as a king (as Thor knew he could, for had he not also been raised a prince? a son of Odin?) and not as a tyrant. These were the terms, and Thor, kneeling before him in chains--the way all of Asgard had been forced to kneel, in utter supplication--Thor did not have a choice. That had been stolen from him, like the golden throne itself.
Obedience to every demand. Obedience in every form that Loki's mind might conjure, and the twisting in his belly at that thought was--if not fear--certainly unease. For who could know what Loki's mind might conjure.
The chains clinked as he shifted. Enchantments weighed heavily upon him, draining him of the strength that would have otherwise allowed him to snap those bonds with the barest thought. He wearied quickly under such spells, felt pain much more keenly. He had knelt for hours waiting on his brother's pleasure, and there was a splintering ache in his knees, which no shuffling upon the hard floor could relieve.
"I swear myself." Bought, as effectively as a thrall. Thor's voice was low but clear. "In obedience to the will of Loki Laufeyson." Still his tongue would stumble over the surname. Odinson, it wanted to speak. Brother. "I swear."
mostly 3 + 4 I'm thinking
Loki would stand in their father's place now. Thor, at his right hand.
It wasn't a position of honor, no. It was a bargain, if one could call it that when there was truly no choice in the matter. Protect, defend the usurper king, quell the rebellious hearts of fellow Aesir--with Mjolnir, if need be--and those Thor loved would be permitted to live. Serve, obey, and perhaps Loki in turn would serve Asgard as a king (as Thor knew he could, for had he not also been raised a prince? a son of Odin?) and not as a tyrant. These were the terms, and Thor, kneeling before him in chains--the way all of Asgard had been forced to kneel, in utter supplication--Thor did not have a choice. That had been stolen from him, like the golden throne itself.
Obedience to every demand. Obedience in every form that Loki's mind might conjure, and the twisting in his belly at that thought was--if not fear--certainly unease. For who could know what Loki's mind might conjure.
The chains clinked as he shifted. Enchantments weighed heavily upon him, draining him of the strength that would have otherwise allowed him to snap those bonds with the barest thought. He wearied quickly under such spells, felt pain much more keenly. He had knelt for hours waiting on his brother's pleasure, and there was a splintering ache in his knees, which no shuffling upon the hard floor could relieve.
"I swear myself." Bought, as effectively as a thrall. Thor's voice was low but clear. "In obedience to the will of Loki Laufeyson." Still his tongue would stumble over the surname. Odinson, it wanted to speak. Brother. "I swear."