The Way Things Were | By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 11
Dyre set the brush down on the counter, looking at her reflection. With a sigh, she carefully left the bathroom and opened the bedroom door, hearing the brothers talking.
"And you're sure of this?"
"Aye," she heard Thor answer. "I will not go further until she joins us, however."
"This is… troubling, if that is the case. She will need more than a hiding place."
"Which is why you are here to watch over her. Though I see you are doing a fine job of that, in your own way."
"Men have needs, you know this, Brother."
Dyre leaned against the wall that blocked the hallway from the staircase, hiding from view.
"I am aware, trust me on that," Thor said. "Though, why her? Out of all the women on Asgard, out of all the women you have taken to bed before, I would not have expected you to take someone like her."
She looked down the hall sadly, though remained curious to the conversation at hand.
"You said it yourself, she is not like the loose women I would cast aside without a second glance. There is a history there that not even I am callous enough to throw away."
His brother chuckled. "I see. So you do care for her."
"That doesn't need to be present to perform. We had an arrangement at the festival and I fulfilled my end. The only reason it is still in play is the fact I will probably have no other outlet for some time. Nothing has changed."
Dyre couldn't hear what Thor said next. She withdrew into herself, holding on to the simmering anger that was ever present in her body now. She snapped out of it when the sound of a breaking glass caught her attention.
"Must have been an old glass," she heard Loki try to explain. "I'll see to it when you leave."
"You'll see to more than that," Dyre muttered, but retreated from her hiding place to amble down the stairs. "Sorry about that. Human clothing seems to differ from ours in ways I couldn't really imagine." She tugged at the denim shorts she had found as emphasis. "So what news do you have for us, Thor?" She chose to ignore his brother for the moment.
"You may not want to stand for this."
"Please, just tell me."
He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You are aware of the destruction of the Svartalfheim race, I am sure."
"Of course. The Jotuns destroyed their home ages ago. All the dark elves perished. It was tragic."
"It would seem not all were slaughtered."
She narrowed her eyes, her heart hammering against her chest. "I-I see." She crossed her bare arms over her chest more to steady her nerves than anything. "What do the Svartalfheim natives have to do with me?"
"So says Tabatha in the tavern, your father made…" He growled low, seeming disgusted with his next words. "He made a drunken bet with that survivor. Winner of a round of cards took home a virgin woman or, in your father's case, another free round."
Her grip on her arms tightened and the anger began to boil.
"Tabatha said that the night you were with us in the palace, Andren was in her pub, and he was met with the elf. The elf said he would be at his home in the morning to collect his winnings. She said Andren looked fearful."
"And the elf?"
"Besides the name Malak, we don't know anything. She said he always wore a heavy hood." He gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Dyre."
"I knew common women could be sold for a debt but…" She shook her head and put her hands up, as if surrendering. "I can't… I don't want to hear any more. Not now." She paused, dwelling on one detail. "He said a virgin female?"
"Aye."
"Well the deal is broken. Don't the Svartalfs take their bets and bargains serious?"
"More serious than death itself. He was promised you in prime condition. Since your father could not deliver, he was killed to compensate. However, it seems this Malak still wants what he thinks is his."
"But I am not a bargaining chip anymore. Why would he continue his pursuit?"
Thor grimaced. "Technically, according to the bet, you are still to be his property."
She started pacing, an incredulous look on her face. "I belong to no one." Her pacing became her only restraint on the anger. She threw a minute glance to his brother. "No one." She looked back to Thor. "There has to be some way to undo this."
"With what I know of Svartalf bargains, he will have to be killed for his pursuit to stop. But, as we know, the Svartalfs were very good at hiding amongst the shadows. It could be some time before we have any leads on his whereabouts. You'll need to stay well hidden until we can find him."
She was beyond arguing then. She knew in her logical brain she wouldn't stand a chance against a well-trained dark elf. Not many could, besides the Jotuns. She was more focused on her anger at her father, finding all guilt removed from her body.
"The question we're focusing on right now is how Malak got into Asgard in the first place. Heimdall swears it was not on his watch, and I believe him."
"There are other paths not even Heimdall knows about," Loki said quietly. "This Malak would have easily slipped through without alerting anyone, if he knew of the paths."
Thor's eyes widened slightly, but he mainly continued looking grim. "If that is the case, it will be hard to find him." He cast his gaze to Dyre. "I must return to Asgard to continue the hunt. You must remain hidden in any way you can. If this Malak makes it to Midgard without our knowledge, you will be in great danger, even with Loki's protection."
She nodded. "I understand. Thank you for everything Thor. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The god of thunder gave a warm smile. "What sort of friend would I be to leave you on your own in your time of need?" He excused himself and said his goodbyes. Once outside he called for Heimdall to open the gate to take him home.
Dyre stood still, biting at the inside of her cheek in thought, trying to reign in her anger.
"That isn't what I expected," Loki said to break the silence, now moving to remove the shards of broken glass from the long forgotten cup. "Will you be alright?"
"What do you care?" she snapped. "Last I checked, I was only an arrangement with you."
He paused in gathering the glass, throwing her a glance. "I see. So you heard my little lie."
"Yes, I heard." She glared at him. "The only thing I am having trouble understanding is who are you lying to? Thor, me, or yourself?" She didn't give him a chance to answer before she stalked back upstairs, slamming her door behind her. She couldn't stay there long, she knew that by the growing pains in her stomach, but she'd stay as long as it took to calm down and to not have to see the face of a liar. Too many things were testing her patience already.
As she paced, trying to find inner peace, she tried remembering when she was this spiteful. She found she couldn't remember any time, and the brothers had both made her severely angry on multiple occasions. Even when she yelled back at her father for being overbearing she had never had an anger such as this. What she had now wasn't a simple emotion. Betrayal laced in with unsettling fear, and she had never felt as alone as she did that moment.
Finally broken, she leaned against her door and let everything come to the surface.
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