Luke {Loki Laufeyjarson} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
infernoandhearth) wrote2011-03-08 05:46 pm
infernoandhearth) wrote2011-03-08 05:46 pm
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3rd person drabble
Luke had long since lost track of time down under the earth. He’d tried to keep track at first, and when he’d nearly forgotten what days and nights looked like, he tried to count his time there by the emptying of his bowl of venom. Sigyn had brought it down and held it over him until she’d gotten into trouble for it and she’d had to leave.
There were rules, of course, and only Luke broke them with any meaning or regularity. Sigyn tried, she was like him to an extent, but nothing stuck. She broke the punishment enough to leave him the bowl when she left, but he had to hold it up himself. When it overflowed, sending the venom burning, running down his arms, he had to empty it without watching. It was when Freya showed up in the middle of this to gloat – the poison dripping painfully across his face as he tipped the bowl sideways and she smiled fiercely and helpfully told him how much he deserved this – it was during this that he lost his count and didn’t feel especially bothered to start it back up again.
He knew he was going to be here essentially forever. Until the end of time, that’s what was meant to happen, and he knew Odin followed through on his punishments. It wasn’t fair, though: hadn’t he suffered enough, yet? He felt sorry, he had been very sorry once it really registered on him what he’d done. He’d felt guilty enough to admit to his wrongdoing and he NEVER admitted to any of his clever plots. Couldn’t they see that he really meant he felt bad this time?
He’d just wanted to prove he could do something incredible, and if it took Baldur down a peg, so much the better. It wasn’t that Baldur hadn’t been a nice person, in fact, he’d almost been TOO nice, responding to everything with good humour and positivity. It was that everyone else was so smug about how GOOD he was and how wonderful and beautiful Baldur was and nothing would ever harm him EVER.
In retrospect, he hadn’t entirely thought through the possible outcomes of putting the one thing that could kill Baldur into the hands of a blind man, but he hadn’t MEANT it. He’d meant…alright, well, he’d wanted an outcome where they saw that Baldur wasn’t invulnerable, and maybe they all grumbled but came to realise that Luke had found a rather silly loophole, and they stopped idolising Baldur and started finding Luke impressive again. Fairly simple, he’d thought.
One of the worst parts of being here was how dull it was. Interspersed with the incredible, snake-related pain, naturally, but the rest of it was just struggling to hold up the bowl, and staring at dull grey walls. He started out thinking out all of the horrible things he was going to do to every god once he got out but he ended out just feeling sad, and wanting things to go back to the way they were, when his punishment would be something like a sewn-up mouth and that would be the end of it. They still asked him for advice, and plans, of course, they did need him, they were all so stupid in comparison, but it wasn’t the same when he wasn’t really involved.
He was at the point of wondering if it would help if he just set the bowl down and let it happen when everything fell down and broke open around him.
Oh good, he thought. Finally. Ragnarok.
Only, it wasn’t.
There were rules, of course, and only Luke broke them with any meaning or regularity. Sigyn tried, she was like him to an extent, but nothing stuck. She broke the punishment enough to leave him the bowl when she left, but he had to hold it up himself. When it overflowed, sending the venom burning, running down his arms, he had to empty it without watching. It was when Freya showed up in the middle of this to gloat – the poison dripping painfully across his face as he tipped the bowl sideways and she smiled fiercely and helpfully told him how much he deserved this – it was during this that he lost his count and didn’t feel especially bothered to start it back up again.
He knew he was going to be here essentially forever. Until the end of time, that’s what was meant to happen, and he knew Odin followed through on his punishments. It wasn’t fair, though: hadn’t he suffered enough, yet? He felt sorry, he had been very sorry once it really registered on him what he’d done. He’d felt guilty enough to admit to his wrongdoing and he NEVER admitted to any of his clever plots. Couldn’t they see that he really meant he felt bad this time?
He’d just wanted to prove he could do something incredible, and if it took Baldur down a peg, so much the better. It wasn’t that Baldur hadn’t been a nice person, in fact, he’d almost been TOO nice, responding to everything with good humour and positivity. It was that everyone else was so smug about how GOOD he was and how wonderful and beautiful Baldur was and nothing would ever harm him EVER.
In retrospect, he hadn’t entirely thought through the possible outcomes of putting the one thing that could kill Baldur into the hands of a blind man, but he hadn’t MEANT it. He’d meant…alright, well, he’d wanted an outcome where they saw that Baldur wasn’t invulnerable, and maybe they all grumbled but came to realise that Luke had found a rather silly loophole, and they stopped idolising Baldur and started finding Luke impressive again. Fairly simple, he’d thought.
One of the worst parts of being here was how dull it was. Interspersed with the incredible, snake-related pain, naturally, but the rest of it was just struggling to hold up the bowl, and staring at dull grey walls. He started out thinking out all of the horrible things he was going to do to every god once he got out but he ended out just feeling sad, and wanting things to go back to the way they were, when his punishment would be something like a sewn-up mouth and that would be the end of it. They still asked him for advice, and plans, of course, they did need him, they were all so stupid in comparison, but it wasn’t the same when he wasn’t really involved.
He was at the point of wondering if it would help if he just set the bowl down and let it happen when everything fell down and broke open around him.
Oh good, he thought. Finally. Ragnarok.
Only, it wasn’t.