Do you believe a liar...when they tell the truth?
Odin was somewhat surprised by the feral’s bellow that he cease his prying into the blonde’s thoughts. He frowned, inwardly frustrated that some mortals were harder to influence than others. Perhaps it was due to the mortal’s advanced genetic make-up that made him difficult to control him. He quickly surmised that even though his control was not complete it was sufficient for him to turn the beast against the enemies of Asgard. He took a deep breath from where he leaned against a wall watching his captive. He let the man continue to rant and rave, only speaking once Creed was leaning on the wall of power in seeming defeat. “It would seem my efforts to see what lies have brought you to my kingdom have upset you. I suppose you now understand a fraction of my feeling upon seeing you slaughtering my people.” At that the king crossed his arms over his chest and pushed away from the wall. “I have never met you. What possible lies have I told you?” He took a few steps, pacing in front of the cage as his eye remained locked onto Creed’s blood-spattered hunched form. “You admit that Loki is a liar. I don’t think you know the full breadth of his treachery.”
He paused, the muscles in his jaw ticking with anger. “He has lied to you from the beginning.”
“He would have you believe that Ragnarok is false, a fantasy…that all of my efforts to protect my kingdom were an injustice upon him and him alone.” He shook his head. “A lie. Loki was simply an unfortunate casualty in my efforts to prevent Ragnarok. He refused to relinquish the children, no matter the reason. He said that he was your ally and that he would protect your daughter. Also a lie. He sent you here to do his dirty work, knowing that you would soon be overwhelmed by our force, ‘ants’ though we are. Further, he has presented himself as a protector and is now using your daughter to find the other Children of Ragnarok, no matter the danger to her or your mate.” He paused, allowing the image of Loki using Clarice’s portals however he wished through whatever means necessary to sink into Creed’s thoughts, this time free of Odin’s influence. When he looked back at Creed his mouth was in a tight line. “He sent you to die in return for one of his monstrous offspring…I can only imagine what he plans to do with your other allies to see his children free.”
He sighed, moving to stand before him, tall and still as a statue once again. “I do understand your meaning when you speak of a prolonged satisfaction. Perhaps it would be to our mutual benefit if the condition of your release is that once you’ve returned to Midgard…you will kill any of Loki’s children that you find…then end the Trickster himself.”