Inside the Cave Of Loki
The bounded one was smiling in his torment. Despite the best efforts of the Aesir to bind him down enetirly, he was still able to move small parts of himself around in Midgard in the form of mice, rats, and otters. Now, his self-messangers returned to him and told him about the mischief they had caused. Seeds of dissension had been sown in the hearts and minds.
A monastery near Uppsala
A strong, deep chant rose from the room, drawing on the energy of the faithfull, and strenghtening them in their belief:
Vår Gud är oss en väldig borg,
Han är vårt vapen trygga;
På honom i all nöd och sorg
Vårt hopp vi vilja bygga.
Mörkrets furste stiger ned,
Hotande och vred;
Han rustar sig förvisst
Med våld och argan list:
Likväl vi oss ej frukte.
Amen, my brothers, the abbot said. And now, lets discuss the matter of our king and these heathens.
Something must be done - rose the murmur in unison.
Something, something, the abbot replied with a clear sarcasm. I have heard that for two months, now. Who can tell me an idea that we could actually use?
Well, there is that doubter in their ranks you have told us about, a young priest said from the end of the mess-hall.
At these words, an apparition formed itself high above them in the air, a thirty-three year old long-bearded man and whispered the next words: Use the traitor!
Inside his cave, Loki was very exhausted by this appearance, despite having drawn much energy from the chant. But it worked, or at least, so he hoped.
Back in the monastery, all monks and priests were shocked by the apparition of Christ, and nodded in unison.
Then, we shall use the traitor to murder the King?
Murder our own King? That is blasphemy!
He isnt our King anymore, he has granted heathens safe haven! And besides, even if the assassin fails, we can frame the heathen and cleanse them from our land forever!
I like that: What should we promise him?
I think a payment of thirty gold will be most sufficient - grinned one of the monks
Responding with the same vicious grin, the abbot laughed hard - So it shall be, then. Amen.
A few days later
So, then we are in agreemnet.
Yes. This new, stone-cold and unnatural world is not mine, nor is it that of our kind. Bureus was a fool to lead us into this viper-nest, and we were even greater fools to allow him to lead us! I spit on him and all thinks this represents! We are fossils of a bygone age, and I am tired of not seeing Asgard. I hope that my actions cause our end, so we may wait for Ragnarok in the Halls Of The Gods instead of this bleak and soul-less world.
Whatever, heathen. Just kill the King.
The warrior took the gold, spat on the floor, and left.
Inside Bureus' ritual-chamber, in his tower
Bureus meditated this night, as he did on most nights, exploring the aether in and around Uppsala. It was durty, as always, but something was not right. Something was amiss.