iruntowardsthedanger

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Do it! Ask me anything. Nothing is off limits. It could be personal or just an interesting fact about myself, or my favorite ____. DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Agitated. Perfect. Ellie gave him a smile sitting down on a chair. "I was wondering your personal opinion of me being here."

She tilted her glance to the open doorway. "Though I'm aware you do work for your king, I just wanted your opinion. Honest opinion. Asgardians used to revered as gods on my planet. Do you object to a human being here?"

The Asgardian King

As she thanked the Einherjers, the sharp and precise clanking of armor indicated the start of their departure. The younger guard at the end of the line, the last to begin the march away, was visibly startled to see her looking directly at him.

Dark eyes skittishly glanced to the others, before he nodded, straightening himself before her. “Of course, miss.” The rest continued away. The man waited a little apprehensively. He was to serve the king, and expected nothing more than to escort the maiden to her chambers, and return to his parole. If the girl needed favors, he would inform her to call a servant.

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Inside the palace walls. Not what she had been expecting. Then again this whole assignment had been turned on its head with the reveling of him being King. The room was nicer than she expect it to be. Then again she didn't expect to be in the palace. She just thought meeting the King was some sort or fomality. 

Her hand trailed over a chair as she walked in the room. Clearly an empty room that was made into a guest room for her. The lack of furniture was a clear indiction. Though that didn't mean that it still didn't look beautiful. More importantly there was a desk for her to write at. "Lovely, thank you for the escort. She looked behind her at the guards, scanning them. There. One that looked slightly out of place. Younger than the rest. Less experienced. Ellie put on a smile as she turned around. "Do you mind if I ask for you to stay. I just have some questions and I wouldn't hold up everyone from their actual jobs."

The Asgardian King

Loki’s eyes closed tightly after the girl’s guided departure, a hand rubbing over the side of his face. He bit back a groan of frustration and composed himself. Her parting words hung in the air around him. That war was unnecessary. She had no idea precisely how necessary it was. Currently, he had little care for ruling those petty insects crawling across that soiled planet. But he hardly had a choice in that matter when the act had been carried out.

She was going to be insufferable to deal with. He knew it. And he hadn’t even informed her that if she was to go anywhere outside the bounds of the palace grounds, the guards would stop her unless he was accompanying her.

The guards strode, brisk and stoic, beside Ellie down the wide, golden-lit hall. They opened the double doors to her chambers. The room was spacious and mostly empty, the little furniture there was elaborately adorned, mirrored walls and a burning hearth. Adjoining was a washroom, just as elegant. The guards lingered as if to be sure she was satisfied.

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Perhaps she should have done more reading on monarchy etiquette, but honestly Ellie couldn't see herself acting any different. He attacked her planet, but he was King. Se found herself biting her lip as he talked.

"Yes, war does, but that war was unnecessary." She knew the what would come after her statement. What war isn't unnecessary? What war cannot be figured out with words instead of blood.Ellie gave a nod when when he gave permission for her to leave. She followed the guards to where she would be staying.

The Asgardian King

Loki’s eyes lit with comprehension as he listened. So, that’s it…. This was personal for her, the reason for her evident abhorrence towards him. She not only knew of the war, but she had been there. And seen him, no less.

It was with exceeding difficulty he sat there with a locked jaw, struggling not to interject. He decided he didn’t need to fall into any further ill favor with this girl, but not at the price of his spine.

“No,” the king barked, punctuating the word with a sharp slap of his hand against the arm of the throne. ”You will know when you may go, because I will dismiss you.” His eyes narrowed a fraction. ”But why should I bother to comfortably house someone with such distaste for me?”

Of course he would still, for the sole fact of what he wanted to come from her stay. But she had such audacity, and he had little patience.

"War always has causalities," he continued. His voice remained harsh, but lowered in volume. "Very little damage was done than what could have been done.”

After a pause, Loki leaned back in his again, raising slender fingers to his temple as he gaze softened off to the side. “You may leave,” he allowed. A pair of guards obligingly stepped forward, waiting for her.

[iruntowardsthedanger]

"I know what I saw!" she shouted, fire in her eyes. "I know what I heard. Screams, people running, dying and you just watched from that stupid flying....thing!" Ellie was taking steps closer to him.

"Do not tell me the similarities! I didn't kill thousands for nothing! I did not send people to their deaths or kill civilians! The Avengers saved the innocent!" Damn it, she was starting to hear screams. She triggered herself. God damn it. "Are we done, or can I leave to get settled wherever I am staying?"

The Asgardian King

Loki was shocked and then quickly incensed by her words. His hand lowered to rest on his thigh, fingers twitching against each other before clenching tightly, and relaxing. The movements reflected the rhythm of his thoughts, and he spoke when he could maintain an even voice. But the smooth and pleasant sound of it was only covering ice and steel, and rather thinly covering it.

"You speak as if you never have war raging upon your own planet. Answer your own question. Does your land’s leader matter more than the soldiers they send to die fighting? There was once a time when your kings fought alongside their subjects. So, if it isn’t plain, I’ll spell out the similarities between us. We both think we’re right, and both of us will sacrifice many, for the victor is the one who’s right. The difference is that I take the risk of death as well.

“That was not my army. I cared nothing for their bodies piling up on your streets, at the hands of your Avengers.” He clearly sneered the name, properly tasting his anger and let it remain evident as he finished. “My my own army, I feel for every warrior who is lost fighting for Asgard and its king. Bound in commonality, a love my home. And be sure that I do not forget, I would be no king without my subjects.”

[iruntowardsthedanger]

His story? Her lips twitched as he talked. Though it did give her the peace of mind that he wouldn't decide what she wrote. Only human. Now those were words that she would remember. There were beings stronger than her that would kill her. He was quite serious by giving her protection. She didn't think she'd actually need it. Though his tone was changing her thoughts. "I am in the presence of the one who tried to enslave my race. I don't need to be lectured on danger. I am staring at it." 

"You lead the attack. A prince, now king of a different planet. For all I could know they were a servant race to your people." She knew damn well they weren't. Different armor than he wore. Not to mention the language. Loki spoke well, the soldiers on the ground were speaking in rough dialogue. It seemed to hiss. "Who matters more? The leader or the footmen who you send to death?" 

The Asgardian King

Loki observed closely any slight flicker of change in the woman’s facial features, but she proved to be a touch difficult to read. She remained admirably neutral, though Loki had the feeling something was stirring there. And then he listened without interjection to her sentiments, ringing clear with protest. He ignored her request for dismissal. 

"You don’t need to write everything as pretty," Loki assured, heavy on the hurt and offense of the assumption. "Haven’t you heard half of my own history? Being chained to a rock with the burning spittle of a snake dripping over me? Having my lips sewn shut? Hardly pleasantries. Yet you mortals can read them in your books.”

He waved an errant hand, sauntering back up the steps to his throne, which he took a bit of pomp to then seat himself in, even though his position was carelessly casual. Still remained an undeniably regal bearing. “You are still only a human, and though you are granted as much protection as I can offer, being here will still be more dangerous than you understand. Not all answers you seek will be granted to you. Not every part of Asgard will allow your access. But I have no intention to stay your writing hand, unless your reports dare to be outrageous.” He paused for a moment, absentmindedly raising his fingers to his lips as he sat back. ”While we’re at this, it was not the Asgardians that invaded your city.”

[iruntowardsthedanger]

"What I chose to say..."she repeated. That could mean several things. Ellie was feeling very alone. He kept re-enforcing the idea that she was without back up. He wanted a good message. Which did make sense to her.

No one knew that much about aliens. All they knew is that they attacked New York and there were barely beaten. Barely. None of the papers wrote that at first, but being there. Being in there in person, that was something else. If the Avengers hadn't stopped that portal they would have come through....Loki would have ruled Earth without a problem.

"The aesthetics? You would wish for me to write about how pretty everything is?" Why did that bug her for some reason? "I do not make a habit of lying to my readers. If you wanted to chose what I right about to make it a better image for yourself, then you went to the wrong reporter."

"I didn't come to write on how everything looked. I came to write on everything. Politics, culture, language. Why'd your people come to earth in the first place, why'd you leave." Ah she was rambling. Easy Ellie. She took a breath.

"I am saying that I don't want your hand in what I choose to write. If that is all am I free to go, Loki of Asguard?"

The Asgardian King

Loki was unperturbed by the harshness of her gaze, though wondered what exactly it was for. Apparent she harbored some person dislike for him. Not that he cared in the slightest. “It depends on what you chose to say of me,” he admitted. “As I said, your authority has no way of interfering what I do from my own kingdom. They are no concern of mine, and I should not be their concern. I was already righted through Asgardian law.” The king paused, and inclined his head with a flippant air. “More or less.”

Quirking a brow, Loki considered the other part of her questioning, while casually stepping into a circle around her. “Why are you here, besides your own reasons? Well…I wouldn’t mind for you to tell of the aesthetic side of Asgard.”

All the myths and legends that defined the Nine Worlds within the minds of mortals, all the Old Ways, all of it was slipping away. Almost completely disappeared. It had been centuries since parents last warned their little children to behave, or be done ill by Loki. Centuries since anyone prayed for his wrath to b e wrought upon an enemy. The god wanted tales of his worlds fresh in the minds of Midgardians once again. To instill belief. 

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Him? The knowledge that he was responsible for her being here just made her stomach churn. Why did he want her here? Why did he even give into the demands to see Asgard. How the hell did he know of he wants to be here. 

Ellie wished she had a recording, but it wasn't usually good to be carrying a voice recorder on the first day. Even before coming, she was well aware that Asgard's rules might not be the same as any on earth. Her head snapped to glare at him as he said released on good behavior. She was fuming. Ellie still had nightmares about that day. "Why did you bring me here then? Wouldn't letting me know about you only bring you trouble?"

The Asgardian King

Loki’s blank mask showed that he clearly wasn’t overly impressed with her, nor her retreating step. Dropping his voice in a mocking way to make it seem secret, he asked, “You think your government has any way to reach me? Human, it was I who made it entirely possible for you to be standing here now.”

He made a mental aside, as well, to be even more wary of his tongue than usual. Most likely, any word he said could be recorded and spread through all of Midgard. That was just the last thing he needed. He wasn’t so unwise to be flippant. “Your shock is accounted for your tone, which is looked past once,” he warned. “If it satisfies you any, I was imprisoned. Released for good behavior,” he purred tauntingly. 

[iruntowardsthedanger]

"I do not beg." Ellie was making sure to not have him overpower her too much. She still needed to have her own voice. Don't let him stomp you out. She took a small step back, just for some space. "I annoyed my boss and government enough for them to bother you."

"A reporter....I report the news. Stories makes it sound I like make it up." It felt like he was trying to provoke her. Honestly, it was working. "No I haven't. Excuse me for being shocked for seeing the person responsible for thousand dead on my planet to be alive, not in a jail, let alone King of the place I want to write a report on."

The Asgardian King

Loki gave a low, short hum, a light of approval coming to his eyes as she adjusted her attitude. He was pleased it took not much intimidation; perhaps their meeting could still be saved from unpleasantness. “Did you not wish to be?” he retorted, blinking innocently. “You practically got your knees and begged.” In truth, that probably would have caught his attention faster.

The king shifted to a causal stance, leaning more into his staff. “You’re a story teller to your world, are you? You wished to tell stories of my world, my kingdom? Have you forgotten your bidding, or is it something else? I would be a little disappointed if you have suddenly changed your mind and this is all a waste of my time.”

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Ellie could feel herself becoming tense as he began to walk down towards her. Thankfully seeing him hadn't triggered and flashbacks to the Battle of New York. He was taller than her. This was more evident as he began to walk towards her. She was 5'7 which was more average than anything it seemed. Her eyes narrowed diverting her gaze from him when he sent away the guards. 

Ellie let a breath out. She had a temper on her, it had always been a problem, but she wasn't dumb. He commanded everything. The guards, the way he talked, walked. It had been a long time since she met someone who showed that much authority so fast. "...then would the better question be why am I here?"

The Asgardian King

Dark eyebrows knitted together for a moment, he scoffed at her demanding question, giving her a near chiding look. He deliberately started to step down from the platforms, nearer to her. His features became clearer; thin, dark lips, sharp and high cheekbones, the raven-colored hair starkly contrasting his pallor.

"Why am I here?" he echoed, gaze narrowing. "I would ask you the same. This is where I live, after all. And were I not king, the guards would not follow my commands." The exemplify, Loki sharply wave outwards long, elegant fingers. With only as much as that, the posted royal guards surrounding them abruptly marched out, leaving them two alone. The god lifted a daunting brow, stopping mere steps before her.

[iruntowardsthedanger]

"I am well aware of who you are." She did her best not to spat the words at him, but her anger came through. How was he here? She was aware they took him away but she assumed he would be dead or in a cell. Not looking like.....that. 

He wasn't chained, in fact he seemed to be beaming with confidence and status. Her information on him was limited, though it was assumed he and Thor came from the same place. Similar height and look. "Why are you here?"

All form of protocol she had gone over in her head was now out the window. "You can't be king..."

The Asgardian King

The woman was a pest, that much Loki knew beforehand. He had heard each of her incessant pleas and prayer to visit the other worlds, and each time it became more difficult to ignore them. He had intrigued her with the calls. He wanted to know why she wanted to come.

Now, it was far too dangerous for the god to go down to Midgard himself. Yet, he was more than happy to flaunt himself from afar, knowing no enemies from Earth had means to touch him. The only way to meet the woman was to have her brought to him. He spoke with those that would acquire him information on the mortal, and soon after, negotiate her visitation to the world under promise of protection and safe return (but who knew if that was true, anything really could happen). 

The king watched from afar when the woman arrived on the rainbow bridge, before striding to his throne room where she would be brought. When she entered into the golden hall, Loki stood on the dais in front of the throne, in resplendent green, black leather and armor. A staff was beside him in his hand. 

Pale green eyes, as cold and intense as his imperious posture, studied her critically. He tilted his head a touch as her manner changed from courtesy to something else. “Welcome to Asgard,” he greeted, unnecessarily introducing himself. “I am Loki.”

[iruntowardsthedanger]

The Asgardian King

Standing before a king was special. Before any ruler was especially for a reporter. Royals tended to play things close to the chest, getting inside a royal palace, you needed experience, and a hell of a lot of background checks. But this was different. 

She wasn’t even on earth. This was Asgard. Million of lightyears away from earth. The place where people like Thor came from and it was majestic. Nothing she could have read could have prepared her for the beauty of the place.

How he got here was definitely a story. Yell loud enough and someone will finally pay attention to you. That’s how she got here anyway. It wasn’t normal, it wasn’t typical, but it had been agreed to. Ellie wasn’t sure who was exactly telling her no for the longest time. Her boss, her government or Asgard itself. Though there was a sudden change. Suddenly she was told she’d be granted access and was to leave the next day.

When she arrived she was greeted by a smiling Asgardian who was surprisingly not in battle armor. The PR person she guessed, who simply told her that the King wished to speak with her first. That was not as uncommon, but the way the guards walked her to the palace was a bit strange in the sense of the number. Ellie was by no means special, but something felt off.

Ellie heard a door slam and she went into a curtsy. “Thank you for allowing me to visit your planet, your mag-” Ellie stopped talking when she finally looked at the king. Eyes wide. Loki. 

She was in New York when he attacked. A vacation that turned into hell, but unlike everyone else she ran into the battle with her camera taking pictures of anything she could. She got one picture of him. So many dead bodies.

"Not possible.."

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Standing before a king was special. Before any ruler was especially for a reporter. Royals tended to play things close to the chest, getting inside a royal palace, you needed experience, and a hell of a lot of background checks. But this was different. 

She wasn’t even on earth. This was Asgard. Million of lightyears away from earth. The place where people like Thor came from and it was majestic. Nothing she could have read could have prepared her for the beauty of the place.

How he got here was definitely a story. Yell loud enough and someone will finally pay attention to you. That’s how she got here anyway. It wasn’t normal, it wasn’t typical, but it had been agreed to. Ellie wasn't sure who was exactly telling her no for the longest time. Her boss, her government or Asgard itself. Though there was a sudden change. Suddenly she was told she'd be granted access and was to leave the next day.

When she arrived she was greeted by a smiling Asgardian who was surprisingly not in battle armor. The PR person she guessed, who simply told her that the King wished to speak with her first. That was not as uncommon, but the way the guards walked her to the palace was a bit strange in the sense of the number. Ellie was by no means special, but something felt off.

Ellie heard a door slam and she went into a curtsy. "Thank you for allowing me to visit your planet, your mag-" Ellie stopped talking when she finally looked at the king. Eyes wide. Loki. 

She was in New York when he attacked. A vacation that turned into hell, but unlike everyone else she ran into the battle with her camera taking pictures of anything she could. She got one picture of him. So many dead bodies.

"Not possible.."

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Eleanor Harper. Ex-CIA. Current information checker for whoever wants it.

MY NEW OC IS FINALLY READY! Come rp with me! We’ll have lost of fun and such!

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Not the only one. That's curious. Who were the other ones? Were governments curious? That made the most sense. The chance of acquiring technology that could your military a hundred times stronger than before. Ellie sat down before looking at the king. "There has been a curiosity since the Battle of New York. A lot of people want answers or at least to understand. It can be a shock to the system for the discovery of aliens to become public in an attack."

He shrugged, gave a nod toward the guards outside his chamber doors, and strode inside as the doors were opened for him. He moved to place Gungnir in its case at one end of the room, using magic to open then close it. “Perhaps you were not the only one who was curious, Miss Smith,” he answered before sinking into his chair at the table. He motioned for her to join him as he settled back with a sigh. How much longer could he keep up this facade? It grew more exhausting each day. 

[iruntowardsthedanger]

She followed him as they walked, making mental notes of the scenery that she would later write down. It was truly like nothing she had ever seen before. The brunette turned towards the king. "I know I made quite a ruckus back on earth, but it would have meant nothing if you had not allowed it. I am grateful that you did, but I am curious why you did let me come here."

When he had finished speaking with the servant, Loki turned back toward the woman and motioned for her to follow him once more toward his chambers. He raised an eyebrow. “You may ask,” he responded simply. No promises that he would answer.

[iruntowardsthedanger]

Ellie had done as much research as she could before coming to Asgard. But there really wasn't a lot of information available despite the public rather demanding knowledge of those who attacked New York.  She watched as he talked briefly to a servant before looking around. "Could I ask you a question?"

Of course it would be an honor. She, a simple mortal of little importance, had been asked to dine with the Ruler of the Nine Realms. He dipped his head slightly and motioned her toward his chambers. He had a private dining room where he entertained guests at times, and it was there they would share a meal. He caught a passing servant and told her to bring enough for the two of them.