New Era
Of all soldiers Asgard sent after the friends of his renegade sons, no one had actually caught wind of Thor or Loki’s plans for the human host of the Aether. Or for how they plan to defeat the Dark Elves qnd their master, Malekith. None, but one of the scouts reporting from the barren remains of Svartalfheim.
“Your highness,” the scout bows in reverence. “I have news of your son.”
“Loki,” Odin drawled, whether from exhaustion or subconscious relief, he knew not. As bad of a state he was in, feeling the Odinsleep's calls already, he could still tell Frigga's son was here.
The armored guard looks up, fighting back a smirk. “Painful to see me, Father?” The soldier asks in an all too familiar sardonic tone.
“Where is Thor?”
“Ahh, yes,” the soldier began, languidly moving closer.
“That infernal question that always stalked my every waking moment. 'Where’s Thor?' 'Where’s Thor?' ” He reaches the first step, and then the second, encroaching slowly towards the throne. “I used to think that it was cute… I used to think it was because we were rarely seen as one without the other.”
Even while transformed the layered golden armor should be making more noise than this; unless magic was muffling all but the sound of Loki's voice. He may well have manipulated all sound within the room itself. Meaning none from the outside would be able to hear whatever happens next.
“Loki—”
“But then I realized,” he cuts off the god-king without a care. “Whenever Thor is present…No one ever asked, ‘Where’s Loki?’ ” Loki's silent footfalls cease near the soon-to-be-dethroned, and so does his illusion of a crownsguard. He forgoes it for a new image instead.
“It’s similar to how no one will ever ask ‘Where’s Odin?’ ”