〰 [Short fanfic]
The thick stench of fear pulsed through the air, so strong that one could taste the sickening flavour at the back of their throat. The man stepped slowly forwards, his body clad in royal gold and green armour, a helmet of large horns set atop his head. His hair was long enough to sit on his shoulders, the ebony locks drifting in the trembling breeze... The frightened audience knelt before him in tense silence, surrounded by four of his holographic illusions. They didn't dare speak a word.
"Is not this simpler?" He raised his arms, presenting himself and his Asgardian sceptre to his submissives with a powerful grin. "Is this not your natural state?" The god of Mischief took another step forward, entering the crowd of lowly Midgardians who knelt frozen in his cold presence.
"It's the unspoken truth of humanity. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power... For identity."
The humans could barely muster the courage to glance up at Loki. The same thought ran precariously through their minds: 'A dictator. A tyrannical, extremist dictator from another realm, with unthinkable powers and ideals... is trying to take over.' The Asgardian seemed to believe himself to be a God.
"You were made to be ruled." He spoke imperiously. No.... humans were made to be free.
"In the end, you will always kneel." A despotic grin scarred his face. I'd had enough. I wouldn't kneel here and watch any longer whilst he dominated these people so easily. I stood silently, making nonchalant eye contact with the so-called God.
"Not to men like you." My voice wavered slightly. He turned to look at me, smirking and shaking his head mockingly. I feared what he would do, but I didn't allow that to stop me.
"There are no men like me." He raised his sceptre. "There are always men like you."
The blue crystal in his sceptre began to glow brighter as he aimed it directly at me. I'd seen it's power already, so I knew what was coming.
I braced myself. I wouldn't back down.
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