Despite being a king, Odin had no idea what had just been unleashed upon his kingdom. His vision was far less omnipresent than Heimdall's, though he did sense the Watcher's irritation. He frowned. "Something troubles you, my friend? Is something amiss with our captive?" He moved calmly past Heimdall to lower himself into the throne, though his posture was almost casual and weary. He heard more of the prisoner's angry bellowing but now ignored it, assured that Heimdall had secured the mortal until Odin had a plan for him.
"Thor is gone." Odin stated, his lips in a tight frown. "Somehow Mjolnir left him and a madness took his mind. Within hours of the hammer's disappearance the man that once wielded it took his own life." He shook his head, wiping a hand over his mouth and chin. It was a gesture of a frustrated man facing a difficult chore. "Thankfully, my son's essence lives within Mjolnir. Whomever is capable of lifting it will bear my son's spirit...and hopefully some of his loyalty."
He sighed heavily then looked up at Heimdall once more. "That will be dealt with soon enough." He paused then shifted into a more upright posture once again. "Loki has surrendered his mortal ally to free a monster...and from the fury of our prisoner's cries I would say he's a bit upset to have been surrendered. Is it possible that he is already prepared to strike at Loki? I would have the Trickster put at an end before he and his equine spawn seek to free the other Children of Ragnarok."
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Meanwhile, on the streets of Asgard, guards swarmed to the cries of their fallen allies, to the enraged howling sweeping through their streets. As they gathered to attack him a woman moved to join them. She was tall and powerful, her raven-black hair held back by a winged silver circlet. Her body was wrapped in shining silver and red armor that was dented and scored from previous battle. In one hand she held a long shimmering sword with ease.
Beside her a man called out to the blonde, his hand shaking as he gripped his weapon. "You there! Hold your wrath lest you be t-" He did not finish as Sif smashed her fist across his face.
"Coward!" she snarled and lunged into battle like a streak of silver and red lightning. She did not hesitate to strike the man, seeing his claws and expression, automatically taking him for some maddened beast set upon their kingdom. She would not have it. She struck out, slashing her sword across the enraged creature's gut, the edge sharp enough that she cut through straight to metallic bone.
She was shocked when the bone sent a jolt through her arm and did not sever. She did not allow herself to dwell upon this curious state of events and yanked her blade free, leaping away from the creature before he could slash at her. She saw what happened even to Asgardian armor when this beast took his claws to it.
She heard several men rally and leap to attack the creature as well, Asgardian blades and spears drawn even as one of them howled "Stand down or be smited!"
Sif's lips curled back from her teeth in a snarl of disgust. Cowards, all of you. She thought to herself. If Thor but lived this battle would be over...He would offer no quarter. Grief threatened to squeeze her throat shut but she quickly stamped it down. Battle was no time to grieve for a fallen friend, no matter how deeply he was loved. Instead she shifted her weight and moved to strike the creature's head off with a single sweep of her sword. She intended to give no mercy to this creature, whatever its origin or purpose, she would use this battle to heal some of the hurt of a recent loss.