Loki: The Burden of the Throne


Loki and Thor are preparing for the Asgardian festival celebrating family when while hunting together in the forests of Asgard, Thor is attacked and grievously wounded by unknown assailants. Loki is left to unravel the mystery while at the same time sensing that the event has caused a fundamental change in the universe. The events of Loki: The Burden of the Throne take place prior to those of the first Thor movie.

Fantasy / Mystery
AJ Douglas
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Chapter 1

“Remind me again why we’re doing this.” Loki said in a mildly irritated tone to Thor, both he and his brother dressed in Asgardian hunting frocks of brown and forest green. Each brother had awakened before dawn, far earlier than Loki preferred and typically began his day, already putting him in a prickly mood from the outset, and had entered the forest of Asgard just after the sun had risen with a quiver of arrows and a bow slung across their backs. Having found what Thor considered a promising location to lay in wait, they rested prone on the soft detritus that carpeted the forest floor, peering over a moss covered trunk of a fallen tree.

It was the eve of Kynsblot, Asgard’s yearly celebration of family. It was one of the more minor holidays of the Asgardian calendar compared to the midyear solstice and Jul festival, though still considered an important rite. Each year on this day since they were of age to do so the brothers ventured into the forest to hunt for the meat that would grace their table the next day for the feast.

Loki reveled in the pomp and ceremonial splendor that accompanied such celebrations but he had never been much into the sport, though he was an able huntsman and would in no case starve if he were ever to find himself forced into a survival situation, at least if there were game to be had wherever he would happen to be. He was more than satisfied to allow those whose task it was to procure food for the royal table to do their duty. He had better things to do. Spying an arachnid type creature crawling up Thor’s back towards his shoulder, another reminder of why he detested the activity in which they were currently engaged, Loki reached out, flicking it away.

“Remind me again why I have to answer this same question on this day each year. It’s tradition and traditions are important-” Thor replied before Loki interrupted.

“For the unity of Asgard and to connect us with each other and our ancestors, etcetera, etcetera...yes, I know.” Loki stated.

“If you know, then why do you continue to ask?” Thor queried.

“It’s tradition.” Loki answered.

“There are some traditions that can be dispensed with.” Thor said before his ears perked up at the sound of rustling in the vegetation yards in front of them, moving in their direction.

Gesturing to Loki to be silent and pointing in the direction of the sound, which was far from necessary as Loki also had working ears that were keenly tuned, Thor quietly removed an arrow from his quiver, notching it in his bow, Loki following suit.

Making their way towards them through the forest, sniffing the air warily, came two hjorts, creatures very much like red deer. One was a stag, full grown but still somewhat young, but with an impressive rack for its age.

“I have the one on the left.” Thor whispered to Loki. Loki nodded, aiming his arrow at the other.

Thor pulled back on his bow just as Loki was preparing to let his arrow fly, the elbow of Thor’s muscular arm nudging Loki’s enough to throw off Loki’s aim. Thor’s arrow lodged itself into the hjort, a clean shot to the heart, while Loki’s arrow zipped past his quarry where it stuck itself into a tree, sending the surviving hjort leaping and bounding away.

“You oaf!” Loki exclaimed, perturbed.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Thor apologized.

“No you’re not.” Loki said, laying his bow down and rising, stepping over the fallen tree, walking past the lifeless body of the stag to the tree from which his errant arrow protruded to reclaim it. Thor followed and knelt by the stag to ensure it had breathed its last.

“We could wait for another or should we dress the one now and return?” Thor asked, reasonably sure what Loki’s answer would be.

“What’s this ‘we?’ It’s your kill. Considering Volstagg will be with his own family and it will be only the four of us, I suppose one will do.” Loki said, impatient to return home. Loki enjoyed the forest and its peaceful setting, he had since his childhood, but he disliked the idea of being forced to lie still and silent for what could be hours until another hjort happened by. Thor pulled a knife from its sheath at his waist and began to slice open the abdomen of the creature. Loki stood a few feet to the rear of Thor, looking on in disgust and brooding as Thor field dressed the dead hjort.

Once again, Thor would return to the palace triumphant. Loki also knew that in the very near future Thor was likely to again be victorious. Odin had recently announced that the ceremony in which he would declare his choice of heir to the throne of Asgard would take place in two weeks. Loki had no doubt which of the two of them his father’s favor would fall upon. He’d had no doubts about it for quite some time and was sure no one else had any either. He questioned whether his father should even bother to go through the trouble of putting on a show of it as if he hadn’t already decided ages ago. If he was to be humiliated in front of a throng, Loki would prefer for once that his father dispense with formality.

The knowledge of what he was sure was soon to come to pass had sent him into a funk. There was no longer any time remaining in which to prove himself to Odin, the sand had run out of the hourglass, though he doubted no matter what he would or would not have done it would have made any difference. Odin had always favored Thor, it was evident to Loki from his earliest memories, though his father’s favor had become more pronounced as they grew to manhood and it became clear Thor was far more the image of his father in his younger days, and the image most others had of a king with his broad muscular frame, golden hair and resonant voice along with his warrior mindset to rush in where angels would fear to tread. There had been a time when Loki had been a child of tender years when Odin had attempted somewhat to obfuscate it, though Loki had always been far too intelligent not to pick up on it even then. He had even been surly, snippy and short with his mother as of late, though he had been quick to apologize which was seldom the case with Loki when it came to anyone else including his father. In Loki’s view, if he was churlish with someone, obviously they had it coming, having done or said something to deserve it and should have known better so why should he be in the least apologetic for a natural reaction to their affront?

He knew that a large part of the tradition he and Thor were then engaging in was to renew and strengthen the bonds between them, yet it always seemed to have the opposite effect. In past years, the best that had happened was that he bagged his own beast for the table, both returning to the palace equally accomplished but he had never returned as the conquering champion and Thor empty handed. This day especially the intended purpose was not to be realized as it only reminded him of Thor’s likely approaching designation as heir.

When that day came, what was there left for Loki? There was no formal role for the ‘spare’ spelled out. Of course he was sure Thor once on the throne would find something for Loki to do to occupy himself, but it would feel to Loki like charity and mere busywork. He would be but a footnote in Asgard’s history, merely the brother of Thor and no one of any renown or significance in his own right of whom anyone would take any note. They had played together as children, fought various foes together as they came of age to do so yet as time continued to pass they grew further distant from each other simply due to the nature of their position as princes of Asgard vying for their father’s favor and the throne.

Would things be different between them had they been born to no one of any special significance Loki sometimes wondered. Perhaps not, aside from the natural competition engendered by their positions, they were also two very different people seemingly in every way imaginable...physically, intellectually, in their temperament and their skills and interests. In fact, it was hard for Loki to believe at times that they shared the same parentage. It was a sentiment he had heard voiced by others when they were unaware that he was listening...and Loki was always listening. Unlike Thor, he had learned long ago that the best way to learn and gain an advantage was to merely shut up and listen. Often when one did so, others forgot one was even present and their tongues were loosened.

As Loki continued to watch Thor at his work, he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if a tiny bell of warning deep within his brain had begun to ring, as if something were in the process of changing. It was akin to a railroad switch being thrown, the train that had been chugging along on one set of rails being transitioned to another, though of course Loki himself would not have made that analogy. Trains were an archaic means of transport to be found only in the backwards, underdeveloped realm of Midgard, a realm Loki rarely gave any thought to as they had little contact with its people, very few of its inhabitants aware of their and Asgard’s existence, thinking them to be mere colorful and imagined characters of ancient myth and fiction. The feeling that something was ‘off,’ not quite right, continued and grew stronger, nagging at Loki.

“Brother...I think something’s-” Loki began to say, not sure how he was going to explain what he was experiencing without sounding mad, when all of a sudden three figures clothed in what looked to be white form fitting body suits with masks over their faces appeared between him and Thor. Another appeared behind Loki, placing something cold and metallic on the back of his neck. Before he could react, Loki felt a shock travel down his spine and found himself unable to move or speak. He watched helplessly as he noticed one of the three figures grasped in one hand the hilt of what appeared to be a short sword.

Before Thor became aware of their presence and could react, the figure with the short sword ran Thor through with the blade, back to front, before withdrawing the sword. Thor, though in pain and seriously injured, blood running down his torso and back from the entrance and exit wound, rose swiftly to his feet to face his attacker. The two accompanying the assailant grabbed hold of Thor’s muscular upper arms, one on each side, but they were no match for Thor’s strength, even while wounded. Thor, enraged, with a roar of anger and pain, shook off the two figures and taking hold of an arm of each, bashed them violently together into one another, their heads colliding with a deep hollow sound like a watermelon or pumpkin hitting concrete, the two figures slumping to the ground from which they failed to rise. The figure holding the sword seemed to simply wink out of existence. Loki felt the device that had been attached to the back of his neck withdrawn, he regaining his ability to move, and quickly turned to see the figure behind him do the same.

“Brother!” Loki exclaimed in shock after returning his attention to Thor as he witnessed Thor put a hand to the exit wound on his abdomen, the front of his hunting clothes now stained red with blood, the stain continuing to spread in an ever widening circle before he collapsed to his knees. Loki rushed to his side. Soon another joined him, Loki looking over to see Heimdall.

“We must get him to the healing room!” Heimdall exclaimed, putting an arm around Thor, Loki doing the same on Thor’s other side, both men moving Thor’s arms across their shoulders and raising the God of Thunder to his feet as Thor’s head hung down as if his neck was no longer strong enough to support its weight.

“Who were they? Where did they come from?” Loki asked Heimdall.

“I don’t know. The bodies of the two your brother sent to Hel may provide us with answers.” Heimdall replied.


Thor lay on the soul forge in the healing room, a middle aged female healer working with the mechanisms of the forge. Odin, Frigga and Loki stood across the room, giving the healer and her assistants space to work. Odin watched the activity around his son stone faced, though his despair could be discerned in his lone remaining eye. Frigga’s sorrow was far more apparent as tears coursed down her cheeks, her hand splayed over her mouth as she attempted to stifle her sobs at the sight of her gravely injured son. Loki wrapped a comforting arm around her looking towards the soul forge and its occupant with an uncharacteristic expression of great concern along with lingering shock at the surprise attack. Why had they left him alive and uninjured, merely rendering him immobile?

Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun entered the healing room, looking over at Thor as he lay unconscious upon the soul forge as they made their way to stand nearby Frigga, Loki and Odin. All four wore expressions of disbelief and distress though Sif’s was even more pronounced. Unlike Frigga, she shed no tears though Loki could tell she was on the verge as she swallowed hard witnessing Thor lying as pale and still as death and the frantic activity of the healer and her assistants surrounding him.

“What the hell happened?” Fandral asked.

“We were attacked in the forest. We were taken by surprise.” Loki answered.

“By who?” Volstagg queried.

“I hope to soon have an answer to that question.” Loki replied, knowing Heimdall had already returned to the forest to retrieve the bodies of their assailants and would hopefully discover a clue to their identity. Loki noticed Sif glance at him with what Loki could only interpret to be hostility. “They used some sort of device. I was rendered immobile, unable to come to his aid.” Loki said, more to Sif than the others as he felt her expression reflected a belief that he had neglected to help his brother or had hesitated to do so out of cowardice.

An assistant to the healer, far younger than she, left the healer’s side and approached the group that now lined up along the wall on the opposite side of the room. She looked at Odin but addressed all those assembled.

“The wound will not heal and the natural healing process appears to be arrested as well. We’re not sure why. It’s possible the blade was contaminated with a toxin of some kind. We’re attempting to discover what it may be. We have been able to stop the bleeding, at least for the moment.”

“Will he live?” Frigga asked, her voice strained with emotion. The assistant’s shoulders drooped slightly, perhaps imperceptibly to the others, though Loki with his keen eyes that took note of the smallest details noticed. Trepidation grew within him as he knew that couldn’t be a good sign.

“We’re doing everything we can. He’s in the best of hands.” The assistant answered the Queen of Asgard with what Loki recognized to be an obvious dodge. She turned away from those assembled and hastened back to the healer’s side.

“My son…” Frigga said as she wept, Loki pulling her closer and more securely against him, moving his other arm around her to lend her what little comfort he could give her in her profound anguish.

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