Chapter 128

MC vs Harkon with Molag Bal throwing some stuff in. Don't know if i'm 100% satisfied with it, may do another look through in the next few days. Also, i think i'm going to do the first Meridia Lewd next chapter, i'll be sure to give proper warnings for NSFW

Also, got a second part to the attorney omake, I want to get more into it, but it's already getting really late, so i figured i'd leave it for another part to finish up.

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Part of my just wanted to take a nonchalant walk to this little island that this ‘Lord Harkon’ lived on, express my displeasure at his actions, and rectify the situation with some stern words. The other parts, which contributed the vast majority, was extremely angry was quickly calculating how much power it would take to turn the island into a smoking crater.

I wasn’t like before, I wouldn’t blow up like with the dragon that me and Thorum first fought. But that didn’t extinguish the same feelings that were swelling up in my chest.

Walking through a portal to the approximate location of this castle, I saw a stone bridge that linked the island the where I stood. A stone tower and a gate blocking anyone from simply walking inside. Behind me was a small pier, apparently the only method to truly come and go from this island without magical means.

My footsteps echoed out into the surroundings, the rhythmic sounds of my heels against cobblestone pathing. Though, if you listened closely, it was also accompanied by the muffled screams and groans by someone else. My prisoner still in my grasp, my hand clasped firmly over his mouth.

It didn’t take long before I garnered attention, but not any normal eyes were upon me. Some kind of undead hounds awoke, staring at me with deathly eyes, and an air of bloodlust and ice.

“Fuck off.” I growled, letting my draconic nature seep out, loud enough for them to hear.

They paused, perhaps cowed by my threat, but as if something overcame them, their auras shifted, small patches of fur straightened and mouths pulled back in snarls.

Growls all around me as they began to approach, cautiously, but all the same.

Each step they took froze the ground, and the ambient temperature in the area noticeably began to lower.

“Shatter.” I cast my go to illusion spell, dozens of copies of me filled the area and the hounds immediately began attack.

They couldn’t tell the difference, going for the cloest ‘enem’y they could find. The illusions would dissipate with nothing but a touch, but there were enough to not bother me.

“Fire Storm.” The area around me was engulfed in fire, turning everything to ashes.

Whelp, I hope Lord Harkon isn’t upset I killed his dogs.

I walked forward, cross the stone bridge, and surprisingly the gate to the castle opened.

Was I expected, or was I already noticed?

Doesn’t matter.

There were large wooden doors ahead of me, leading into the heart of the castle.

It would be polite to knock.

Focusing on my prisoner, I started to cast reinforcement on him. It was not a spell you could cast on another person without any trouble, not only is every person’s biology slightly different, but they inherently fight the spell without sufficient preparation.

The Vampire in my hand starting writhing, parts of his body burst open at my botched attempt, but it was enough.

I planted my feet, reeling my arm back, and threw the disgusting thing through the wooden doors, shattering them wide open.

The vampire’s body slid across the ground, coming to a stop infront of a throne, not too dissimilar to Jarl’s own. In fact, the whole room looked quite similar to the Jarl’s meeting room, completely with large tables with many people sitting down at them.

Really, the only difference was the copious amounts of blood that literally spilled onto the ground.

Many new eyes were on me, but the leader, the one sitting above them all on an elevated platform with his conspicuous throne, he didn’t look perturbed in the slightest.

He casually leaned to the side, finger tapping on the hand rest, eyes giving me a once over.

The air was tense, I could see the other onlookers, the other Vampires giving me deathly glares filled with wanton desire, as if I was but a hearty meal for them.

A Nord, well atleast that was his race before he was a vampire.

Finally, his eyes fell down to the vampire I had thrown infront of them. He let out a sigh. “I was going to reward him.” His dry words the only noise that filled this hall. “Barely above one of those mindless vermin out in the wilds, but he managed to complete his task.”

This was Lord Harkon, I presumed. And he didn’t look the least bit phased that I had thrown his minion onto his floor, dead on arrival.

“Yes, I have received your ‘gracious’ invitation.” I drawled. “But I wonder If I’ve come to the right place.” I visibly swept my gaze around the room, making eye contact with all the residents, not faltering at their inhuman looks. I walked forward near one of the tables, within arms reach of another vampire, but he didn’t react, just staring at me. I ran a finger along the table, a noticeable amount of blood now dripping off my skin. “When I heard the name ‘Lord Harkon’ and came upon this castle, I expected – elegance, regality, resplendence.” I paused my words again, meeting back up with Harkon’s gaze. “But all I see is squalor and filth. And I’m not speaking of the horrid unkept nature of your castle.”

Harkon gripped his armrest tight, enough that it noticeably began to indent in his grasp.

The closest vampire to me lept, hissing and growling. I didn’t bother even giving him my notice, Mirage already swung out, and his head rolled on the ground before anyone could react.

The sound of wooden chairs scrapping against the stone floor filled the area as they all pushed out of their seats, about to attack me. I welcomed it all the same, but they stopped when Lord Harkon put his hand up.

“Child, watch your tone.” Harkon growled. “Do not think because you have a slain a dragon that you are beyond reproach.”

“Oh no.” I put my hands up in surrender. “I think there’s a misunderstanding. I don’t think myself beyond reproach, if I did, I wouldn’t have some group of idiots thinking it was a good idea to kidnap my friend in an attempt to lure me here.” I took a step forward, meeting his gaze with my own anger displayed openly.

“It is an honor for a mortal – prey, to be invited here.” Harkon stated.

“Yes, I’m sure every mortal is jumping at the opportunity to sit among these……’distinguished’ people.” I rolled my eyes. “For such immediate grandstanding, why do I have the incessant need to wash myself after merely standing in this building?”

Harkon took a deep breath, it seemed like he was straining himself from lashing out. I was genuinely curious why he hadn’t attacked me yet. He seemed like the kind of person who would kill at the smallest slight.

His eyes glowed faintly, filled with power. “The only reason you have not been torn to pieces is because my patron has use for you. It would do you well to cease your petty insults before you lose your tongue.”

“Well, that would certainly make it harder to please your wife.” I replied, without much thought, but a chilly silence enveloped the room.

Did I touch a sore spot without even knowing it?

He closed his eyes, frowning deeply. “You only need be alive.” He said, opening them. Gently, he raised his hand from his rest, and droplets of blood began to float up from the conglomerated puddles on the floor and tables.

They filled the air, these tiny droplets, almost miniscule to the naked eye, yet so many of them that they painted a large picture of death which had filled this place.

Within a blink of an eye, the droplets distorted, changing shape into needles and launching towards me from every direction.

I didn’t budge, my eyes didn’t leave Harkons, but the air around me shifted, the warm and familiar light surrounded me as a shield. My Aura, my soul given form did not budge under the assault. My reserves dipped a little bit, which was to be expected, but this blood magic did not touch me.

Harkon, for all his arrogance, merely raised an eyebrow. “Impressive.” His expression didn’t otherwise change. “You have some skill, I suppose.” He pursed his lips. “Otherwise, a mortal like you would not have garnered his attention.”

His comment did not bode well, but I didn’t dwell on it for the moment. “Is it my turn then?” I didn’t wait for an answer, Mirage in my hand, I twisted the blade ever so slightly, and quickly swung it out. “20 Birds.”

A single motion producing twenty sword phantoms, twenty condensed slashes of magical energy overlayed in the same space and bursting out towards Harkon.

A burst of dust and debris stymied by vision of him, his throne in tatters by the time it began to shatter. I saw him standing tall, but blood dripped onto the ground from several wounds across his body. Yet, his expression didn’t change, his eyes shone with a brighter anger than before, but he didn’t outwardly react again.

He cracked his neck as his wounds healed at a frightening speed. Even the spots where my attacks landed, they were merely flesh wounds had he not had such an ridiculous healing factor. I could guess that his vampiric constitution provided him with an obscene physical prowess that allowed him to essentially tank my attacks with disregard.

“Curious, I have not seen such an attack from a sword before.” He stated, actually looking mildly enthused. It was only now that I noticed a sword in his hand, I don’t know where it came from, perhaps nearby, or he kept it hidden in a different pocket space. But what drew my attention was the design…..it was very much reminiscent of a Katana. “Was it magic or……something else?”

“Interesting sword you have there.” I ignored his comment.

He looked down at his sword, a nostalgic look flashed across his face. “It has accompanied me for many centuries, even before I had ascended to what I am now.” He smirked, waiving it gently in the air, he turned back to me and moved.

I barely had time to blink before I raised my sword up to intercept. The shockwave blew away everything around us, the other vampire already began to flee and hide behind barriers.

“Rarely do I ever lower myself to actually draw my weapon upon lower creatures.” He pushed more strength into his sword, and I couldn’t help but notice he was physically stronger than even Thorum. “But there is always a certain satisfaction to put upstart brats in their place.” His visage twisted into a snarling hiss, sharp fangs baring at me.

Reinforcement filled my body proper, and Ebony Flesh covered me. It was enough to push Harkon back, and enough to elicit a small noise of surprise from him as he narrowly dodged a second slash into his chest.

“All this blustering I’ve heard from outside, this nonsense about a ‘Red Dragon Emperor’ perhaps it was not all foolishness.” He mused, clenching his hand for a moment.

Despite him squaring off against me, he really doesn’t seem like the kind of person to handle an issue when he has minions to do it for him. He didn’t even make a comment as they fled the area, like he expected this outcome to happen.

“Come then, supposed dragon. Face my blade that has slain your kin in the past.” That caught me by surprise, and he must have noticed my reaction. “Oh yes, this blade of mine has severed the heads of dragons in a lost era. A relic of an order that had been lost to time.”

“Well, then come on, old man. Maybe you need a cane instead of a sword?”

“Hmph. Your insolent tongue will be cut from your mouth.” He sword his sword, and a deluge of blood swirled around it. Almost like a whip, it shot out at each of his movement, and he didn’t stand still, each step of his covering the distance it would take a normal person several moments to match.

Tightening my grip around Mirage, I silently sent out dozens of sword phantoms to disperse his blood magics, even summoning up my own Runic circles behind me and discharging bolts of lightning.

He hissed in annoyance, being lightly searched by the suddenness, but adapted quite easily. He jerked his hand forward, and the blood coalesced into huge spears and shot towards my circles destroying them before they could finish their sequence.

He did not give me respite in that brief instance, his sword moving towards my head at astonishing speeds. My foot pivoted, and I met the attack in earnest and my own strength did not lose out, perhaps even surpassing his own.

“You are skilled for your age.” He growled, pushing his blade into my, yet my own edge held his off. “My patron will make you stronger. You will never fear the passage of time, you will have no equal. These….dragons, would come to fear you in his name.”

Was he doing a sales pitch in the middle of battle?

“Does it also come with that gigantic stick up your ass, or did you put it there yourself?” Arrogant dick.

“Foolish.” He sneered. “I offer you an opportunity to be something more, yet you continue to run your mouth.”

“Fine, I’ll give you a genuine response.”

He clenched his mouth, I think he was waiting for me to say something insulting again, but I couldn’t help but smile. I did not practice my Thu’um much, but I was decent enough with a single word. “FUS” I bellowed out, catching him off guard and blowing him into the nearby wall.

I flicked my hand, summoning a handful of Talismans, I flung them at the vampire, chanting a prayer to Buddha to activate the spell.

“Mere parchment!?” Harkon looked enraged, he didn’t even look phased as they approached him, having already regained his footing. He moved his hand to swat them away, but as soon as they made contract, his hand burst into flames.

He roared in pain. It wasn’t a mere physical thing, this was targeting his life, a karmic flame.

“WHAT IS THIS?” He flailed his arm, as it continued to be consumed. He barely even hesitated another moment, taking his sword and severed the entire arm from his body.

Admittedly, I did not expect that. I guess that’s a good counter to that spell.

He gasped, blood oozing from his missing limb. His eyes darted around the area until they landed on a cowering member of his court who had taken refuge in the corner. He didn’t waste another moment as he lept at him, fangs seeking out his follower’s neck, and visibly draining him of his blood until all that was left was a haggard corpse.

He let out a pained roar as his arm regrew at visible speeds, in but a second a few one was in its place.

“You…..” He growled, looking back towards me. “Have earned my complete and utter ire.” His sword sweep up the blood in the area again, but it the amount eclipsed the previous amount. Blood magic was something I only had a passing familiarity with, I had never seen someone manipulate it on this scale before.

I quickly jumped back as spears of blood fille the spot I was just in, and they continued at me. I dashed and rolled out of the way as more rained form above, but that wasn’t all. Harkon’s sword filled my visit, having predicted my movement, I was forced to block. My free hand shot up and cast a greater sword.

“Foolish, do you think a Ward Spell can block blood magic?” He sneered.

My eyes widened as they treated my spell like paper, piercing through and colliding with my aura. The numerous spears of blood pushing into me, and I felt myself colliding with the wall on the opposite side of the room.

I stood up, pushing a few stones out of my way, a little bit of blood dripped from my mouth. “Well, learning something new every day.”

“Naïve child. Your inexperience is obvious. Any competent mage would know that Blood Magic does not work of the same magicka principals as traditional sorcery.” He took the opportunity gloat. “Allow me to show you the power you scoffed at.” He waived his arms and all the blood on the ground swirled until it turned into a magic circle.

Dangerous.

I had no idea what he was doing, but my instinct was screaming at me. “Time to kick it up a notch.” I muttered as my other swords burst out of my ring and I grabbed for Dawnbreaker, slamming it into the ground.

A massive burst of light burnt away all the abominable magics, and Harkon reeled back in horror. The magics he quickly summed up manages to shield up, but even they were torn apart before the light died down, revealing a scorched Harkon, coughing up blood.

“You’re not the only one with a patron.” I tapped Dawnbreaker on my shoulder.

To my bewilderment, his merely smiled. “No, I am not.” He stated as a baleful aura began to envelop him. “We have an accord, Lord Molag Bal.”

A presence forcibly made itself known in the room, the castle walls shuddered at the sudden ‘weight’ that descended.

“Mortal.” The voice was…..calm, yet the words felt like nails on a chalkboard, they gripped at my soul and threatened me with certain damnation. “Meridia’s Champion.” He snorted. “Abandon her. I will offer you anything your heart desires, give yourself to me and this realm will be your play thing.”

I sucked in a cold breath of air. “Fuck off.” I steadied myself. He couldn’t do much here, in this realm. He was lessened, he did not have the full might of his power here.

He didn’t get upset, he merely laughed, and it sent chills down my spine. “I preferred you alive, but death will make you my slave all the same.” The presence, the faint outline of a creature, turned to Harkon. “A deal was made, here is the promise.” He waived his hand and a Mace appeared, its aura was disgusting, it corroded anything that came nearby. The shape was misshapen, protruding edges that looked to be made to cause as much pain as possible.

Harkon Grabbed the weapon, the baleful green aura spread all around him, enveloping his farm as he began to shift. His humanoid flesh peeled away, and he looked monstrous, with wings spread from his back and towering over me with a new height.

“Spectacular.” He admired the weapon. “I will enjoy breaking this mortal for you, Lord Molag Bal.”

Molag Bal’s…….projection did what I could only describe as ‘smiled’. “Yes, lets see how he fairs with your vampire form and my own artifact. I will relish the sight of Meridia’s face when I take another of hers.”

My head snapped to him. “So, this is about Meridia?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “While your existence is amusing, why would I demean myself to waste time on trying to recruit you?”

“You dare?” I hissed, staring at him, this…..god. He wanted to hurt my Meridia. To make her sad, to anger her to….strike an emotional blow against her.

He wanted to touch my woman.

Molag Bal narrowed his/its eyes at me. “Harkon, bring me his soul and I will reward you further.”

That was seemingly all he needed to hear before Harkon moved much faster than before, the Mace he now held swung down with enough force to blow my hair back.

I held my hand out, red gauntlet manifesting.

“What?” Harkon’s eyes widened as he struggled to remove the Mace that was now within my grip.

“BOOST” I roared, accompanied by Ddraig’s own.

He swung his sword at me from his other hand, DawnBreaker meeting the strike, even as the ground beneath us shattered.

My other swords flew out, a manifestation of blood-made weapons meeting them in the air. “Do you think your paltry tricks are something special?” Harkon’s distorted voice lashed out.

“Bindings of Gaia.” I responded much to his bewilderment as sudden realization dawned on him. Massive roots shot up out of the ground and Whisper rejoined me, creating Runes in the air at my command.

He dislodged his Mace and took to the air, but my roots quickly moved after him, his blood weapons turning back into blood and formed up around him. His blood magics coalesced once again, and sharp spikes rained down onto the earthen roots, destroying them in chunks.

I snapped my fingers, a dozen Runic circles appeared behind me, and lightning coiled out through the air lashing out against him, but merely charring the outside of his skin and healing moments later. The new aura he had covering him just further enhanced his defenses, as my swords were repulsed as they attempted to pierce through.

“ENOUGH.” Harkon shouted, shooting up towards the ceiling, bursting through the roof of the castle.

“If you want to fight in the sky, so be it.” My own wings burst out of my back, and I followed suit.
“Boost!” I shot towards the sky.

Sword flying around me, Harkon turned around and swung the mace again, its corrosive energy lashed out, hungry to consume me.I grabbed the closest sword to me and brought it up to block, but the force of it knocking me down, causing me to lose my flight for a few moments, before regain my balance.

“BEGONE.” Harkon shouted, the green aura burst out from all around him, knocking my swords away. I hand to mentally regain them all again. “COME, SERVE ME.” Harkon shouted, and portals opened up all around him, things began to pour out.

They looked like Gargoyles.

I let go of Dawnbreaker, letting Mirage flow into my hand.

“1000 birds” I called out, swinging my sword, and the sky filled with sword phantoms, raining down on the many minions Harkon brought forth.

Those creatures were minced and obliterated in seconds, my arms shuddered under the strain, having pushed the limit of that ability of mine for now.

Harkon had a shield manifest around him, more of his Blood Magic, while chipped away and cracked all over it held with minimal strength remaining.

Once again, Dawnbreaker entered my hand and I charge at him, my golden sword bursting with light.

Harkon roared in defiance, Molag Bal’s mace meeting it head on. The two artifacts clashed in a burst of power that lit up the sky.

The aura around Harkon was keeping the light of Dawnbreaker away, even as it ‘touched’ him, it dissipated upon that corrosive energy.

“DRAIN.” Harkon shouted, and something struck me, I felt my Aura start to wither. It felt frighteningly similar to the move that Dragon used on me previously.

“Penetrate.” I countered, my Boosts fading to fuel the ability of Ddraig’s. The conceptual attack pierced through artifact’s defenses and ignored his bodies’ durability. A hole opened up in his chest, able to see through one side to the other.

With this opening, I thrust Dawnbreaker forward, its holy light stymied by the Mace, but it was weakened, it pierced through and went into Harkon, my blade tasting his blood for the first time.

Harkon screamed and wailed, swinging his mace wildly to push me away. “Lord Molag Bal” Harkon called out.

The eerie image of the Daedric Lord appeared in the sky next to him. “I do not accept failure, Harkon.” He said plainly.

“I HAVN’T FAILED.” He shouted. “I just need more power.”

Molag Bal turned to me. “Yes, he is surprising.” The thing contemplated. “This is your last chance.” He raised his hand towards Harkon and his wounds regressed back to notion. Dawnbreaker’s cleansing light faded from his body and he returned to normal. “Well, I can offer one smaller boon.” He smirked, pointing his finger at me.

Dawnbreaker escaped my grip and shot up above me, it was suddenly enveloped in a protective barrier and the feeling I got from it gave me chills.

“Let’s get that annoying weapon out of the way.” He clapped his hands with a laugh. “Now, let’s have a fair fight!” He chuckled.

I grabbed Mirage immediately and didn’t wait for the next bout to initiate, I moved he prepared but I wanted to end this. “Swallow Returns.”

Harkon arched his back, my sword protruding from his heart.

“What?” Molag Bal looked at me with confusion.

Harkon began falling from the sky, I didn’t know the true extent of his abilities, but I wanted to end him before Molag Bal decided to boost him even further. I don’t think that attack would have been enough, but it was a good start.

Spell Circles gathered all around my sword, growing to epic proportions. Magical energy coalesced as I began to spell sequence.

“ETHER CANNON!” I swung my glass sword, discharging everything I gathered at the falling vampire.

The rainbow beam of light struck him head on, burrowing into the island, taking half of it along with eviscerating the undead monster.

My gaze snapped towards the Daedric Prince still floating nearby.

“How boring.” He snorted. “Well, come along then.” He put his hand up as if to claim me.

I called upon my Sword of Destruction, saving its true power for this point, it flew out and he didn’t even cast it a second glance, but I fed it my dwindling Aura and the Power of Destruction erupted off it. It sliced into the ‘things’ hand eliciting a visible reaction from the Daedric lord, something resembling….pain.

“MORTAL” He shouted, reeling his arm back. “YOU DARE HARM ME!?” The sky turned at his words, the visible reality around us somewhat distorted.

“I’ll do more than that.” I sneered, calling the sword back to me. The ability that could only be active three times a century. I aimed my sword at him. “Destroy.”

A roar that shattered reality around me, the shy turned different colors, parts of the terrain shifted as if another world was encroaching here, but I pressed into him. If this was his true self, I knew for a fact that this would have been nothing, but he had to lessen himself to come here, to lower himself to exist in this plane.

The divine weapon bore into him, and he only realized what I was holding for the first time as the concepts began to eat away at whatever this part of him was.

“You dared to go after my woman.” I sneered. Even with this, I didn’t think it would do anything meaningful, but if his roars were anything to go by, it was certainly painful.

He was fighting it, quite thoroughly, to the point where it finally gave out, but I wasn’t perturbed, because a new presence joined up.

“MOLAG BAL.” A very familiar voice caused the air to vibrate.

“Meridia!?” Molag Bal’s surprised tone greeted her.

She didn’t respond, a resplendent light building up as she let it out towards him. His projection, whatever it was, seemingly destroyed in that sudden burst of strength.

Well, atleast I thought so, because a sigh filled the area, the tone of Molag Bal. “Did you enjoy my present, Meridia?”

“Retreat back to your realm, Molag Bal, you’ve lost this game.” Meridia crossed her arms in annoyance.

“For now.” He replied, and it felt as if his presence finally departed.

Meridia looked at me, and there are many emotions flashing across her face. It looked like she was holding herself back a lot.

“Talk back at my house?” I offered.

“Do not make me wait.” She huffed, disappearing.

Huh, that didn’t sound good. I don’t’ know whats going on, but apparently something happened more than just me fighting that vampire.

Better go make sure Meridia’s fine…..right after I nab that sword his was swinging around.

*****

Non-canon Omake Wilhelm Attorney at law pt 2.

Some old song filled the room, the smell of alcohol adding to the ambience. I took a drink of my beer, staring at the T.V. screen above me. There was no sound, but the subtitles were flashing across the screen.

I paused, setting my drink down as the doors behind me were thrown open, metal clad boots filling the area. Golden, glistening armor radiating power as several figures stepped inside.

“Well, this is an odd place to meet godly royalty.” I idly stated, not bothering to turn around.

“I require your services.” The woman at the front, flanked by armored guards stated.

I sighed, spinning around in my stool, leaning my arms back on the bar counter. “And what, pray tell, does the All-Mother want with little ol’ me?”

I gave her a once over. Frigga, the All-Mother, or so she’s called when Odin is in his Odin-sleep to recuperate his power. She was certainly a beautiful woman and certainly had the motherly vibe to her.

“Word has reached my ears of your exploits. I have a task that no other can accomplish.” She replied.

“And why should I help you?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Asgard does not lack material wealth. Or perhaps knowledge and wisdom is your desire? We also boast a sizable armory, housing many a legendary armament.”

“Tempting, but I know what you want me to do, and I don’t think any of that is worth the hassle.” I shook my head.

“I suppose I shall seek someone more worthy out then.” She sniffed.

I snorted in response. “Please, if you came to me, then we both know there’s no one else. I can guess that your ‘son’ probably has no idea you’re here and would vehemently disagree with this idea even at the cost of his life.”

She sighed, turning to her guards. “Leave us.”

They didn’t respond, but they walked around, pulling and pushing every other patron out of the bar with them until it was just me and Frigga.

To my absolute surprise, once everyone had left, she tugged at the sashes holding her robes together, letting them fall to the ground. “I will offer up myself for as long as I am All-Mother if you can secure my son and return him home.”

I gaped at her. “Aren’t you married?” I blurted out, though my eyes never left her naked body.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you think my husband does not have dalliances? He is well aware that I find comfort when he is indisposed.”

Huh.

They are the Norse gods, I guess I don’t’ have to worry there. “Okay, but I want payment in advance.”

“As I thought you would.” She didn’t even argue and I quickly discarded my clothes.

I chuckled, taking one last glance up at the T.V. screen.

‘The Trial for Loki Odinson has been pushed back another three days as the most recent Attorney for him had quit citing hostile work environment. This is the 17th attorney that has either dropped him or been removed. ’

I shook my head to focus on the woman infront of me instead.

Loki can have my attention when I’m done with his mom~.

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I hummed to myself, straightened my tie, and made sure Sir Wiggles was sitting snugly on my shoulder. “Here we go again, Sir Wiggles, the big times.”

He twitched his nose in response.

“Well said, it seems like our duty never ends.” I nodded. “But this time, we can’t merely blow up the idiots. This will be a by the books, clean court case!” I slammed my hand down on a desk I had purchased just for this reason. “This will take all of our cunning, Sir Wiggles, but….I have faith in us and the system.”

With one last look at each other, I opened a new portal, appearing right outside the courtroom. The immediate guards didn’t even notice me as I slammed the doors open, drawing all eyes on me.

“Who the hell are you!?” Voices shouted out, similar trains of thought.

“NO, GO AWAY!” Loki’s voice the easiest to pick out of the crowd.

“SECURITY!”

The guards ran at me, and they weren’t run of the mill bailiffs. They had state of the art weaponry and were carrying some big guns.

“I’m Loki’s Attorney.” I introduced myself, earning a startled muttering among the crowd all gathered inside. It was quite the showing.

Apparently, they were having the case tried in New York since…well….the battle happened here. After I ditched Loki back on earth after rescuing from the TVA, he was picked up and arrested again. Thor couldn’t get to him in time before the government got involved. And he couldn’t just start swinging his hammer when the public was so intent on this, and they weren’t budging on handing Loki over.

In fact, I’m fairly sure I saw him sitting in the corner, a long with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. It didn’t look like any of them were armed though, wearing mostly formal clothing.

The Judge slammed his mallet down, quieting everyone. “Approach the bench.” He called out to me as I walked through everyone’s gazes. “Do you have proof of your employment as Loki Odinson’s legal council?”

“No, he does not!” Loki stood up shouting.

Everyone looked at him, then at me.

“Son, if this is a prank….” The judge narrowed his eyes.

“I have a note from his mother, if that helps. I request that I pass it onto my client, so he’s on the same page.” I offered up.

“Fine, let him see it.” The Judge waived me off.

I walked over to Loki who reeled back, practically snatching the parchment out of my hands and reading it over. “No.no.no.no.no. I refuse. Nope.”

The judge looked at me then at him. “Loki Odinson, does this man represent you as your legal council?”

Loki grit his teeth. “Yes.” He hissed.

I smiled smugly at him. No idea what the note said, but from Frigga’s words, he would agree if he knew what was good for him.

“Wonderful, I’m glad we have all that sorted.” I clapped my hands. “Oh, and my second.” I held up Sir Wiggles, introducing him to the room.

“Pardon?” The judge asked.

“Sir Wiggles over here will be my second for Loki.” I reiterated.

“Are you saying that this….Rabbit is going to participate as Loki’s legal council?”

“He’s legally allowed to practice law in the state of New York.” I replied, producing more papers, the judge gesturing for the bailiff to bring them to him.

“Your honor, this is getting ridiculous.” The prosecution stood up, pointing at me.

“Wow, the racism is already coming out and we haven’t started yet.” I rolled my eyes.

“What are you talking about, it’s a rabbit!”

“He’s a sapient being who went through the same slog we did to get certified, and I would ask you to respect his existence.”

“It’s a Rabbit!”

“Oh, so because he’s not human he doesn’t have the right to practice law?” I scoffed. “Why not just forgo the trial entirely, Loki here isn’t human.” I raised my voice so everyone heard me, especially the jury.

“That’s different, he’s—”

“He’s what? ‘human looking’” I put air quotes for him. “Am I not allowed to practice law either, I’m only half human, what if I show off my non-human features am I suddenly unqualified?” I didn’t let him respond. “You disgust me, sir.” I scoffed, turning away.

“To my utter confusion, these are legitimate.” The Judge interjected, tilting his glasses down and staring at us. “Sir…Wiggles?”

“That’s him.” I nodded. “Oh, and I am Wilhelm Schweinorg.” I made sure to introduce myself proper.

“You can’t be serious, your honor!?” The Prosecutor – Walker something stood up in annoyance.

The Judge also didn’t look too amused. “I am hesitant to even humor this thought, Mr. Schweinorg, even if everything is above board, this very unorthodox.”

“Your honor, everything about this case is unorthodox, we have a Norse God from another planet being tried for an alien invasion of New York.” I stated. “Besides, how long would it take to get ‘another’ attorney to willingly represent him? How many has he been through by this point?”

The Judge blinked. “I will allow it.” He slammed his mallet.

“Sweet Odin, how did this happen?” Loki dropped his head into his palms.

“Lots of bad decision making, I would assume.” I responded.

“Is that how you describe your legal career?” Loki scoffed, taking a verbal jab.

“Oh, I thought we were talking about your life.”

Loki just grumbled in annoyance. "At least it won't be as bad as the last trial."

“Well….now that just sounds like a challenge.”

Let the trial begin.