This. Is. Bullshit. (long, long ago) - [tag: Odin] OOC: Takes place shortly after Hel and her siblings are removed from Asgard in their various ways.
Loki fully expected to returned to Asgard, to come home after some time away -not even as long as it could have been, to find that there had been trouble. He would have been far more surprised to return home and find out that there hadn't been trouble. It wasn't like his sons weren't genetically predisposed to causing trouble when they were bored. Even though he had given them what seemed like an extremely simple task: watch their sister and keep her safe.
It had seemed simple enough. And yet, he arrived home and his children were no where to be found. His first response was not alarm. All three of them were extremely independent and often did things they knew they were not supposed to. Though, Loki had to admit there was something a bit unsettling about the look Heimdall gave him on his way back into Asgard. It almost seemed... maliciously amused. It could have been anything. They hated each other. It was nothing new.
No one else that he passed seemed to have been willing to meet his eyes or answer his greetings, which was more than just a little unusual.
And still, he didn't panic. Loki relaxed, unloaded his things and checked their rooms. After a couple hours something started to feel a bit... off. It was his gradual realization that several highly frequented areas of his hall appeared to not have been tread in at least several days. Something was wrong. Where were his children?
Loki started by just calling for them, which seemed to make those who were walking around in Asgard uncomfortable enough to hurry away from him. What was going on and why was no one telling him about it? Obviously it had something to do with his children. That was becoming abundantly clear with each moment that passed. How he finally got the answers he needed, even as his anger level was rising, was by managing to snag one of Frigg's handmaidens by the wrist and holding her roughly in place until she told him exactlywhat was going on.
He knew he was hurting her arm because he could feel her wrist twisting and fighting to get away, and there was a red hot rage burning under his skin as she reluctantly revealed the disgusting horror of what had happened to Fenrir. Where he was now? She didn't know. She was crying when she told what she knew of what happened to Jorm then complained that he was hurting her, begging Loki to let her go.
There had never been a point in his life that he could recall feeling this much blind angry and hatred for everything all at once. But he was not going to let her go. Not yet. Not until he found out what happened to his daughter. But she said she didn't know. Loki squeezed harder.
Where. Was. Hel?
The answer that he received had him let the handmaiden go off on her way and Loki storming at an uncharacteristically rapid pace toward Valaskjalf. He didn't knock or call out for his brother by blood-oath. Loki threw the doors open by pure force of his hands. His children, all three of them... were gone. It had been done while he was gone. It had been done in the most sleazy and shady of ways. His children... were gone. Two of them, as far as he knew, there was no getting back. He didn't have any details on Hel's location to know what to do. To say that Loki Laufeysson was livid was a dramatic understatement.
“ODIN!” He needed answers and he needed them now. They were owed to him. This was such a high-level of bullshit that part of him as strongly considering lighting this entire hall ablaze right now and screw everyone within it.