svetikya Chapter 110 The New King Loki
Chapter 110 The New King Loki
Loki's words exploded in Thor's ears. He gripped Mjolnir tightly, the bull rune gleaming dark gold on the handle: "I will never kneel before you!"
Just as Thor was still confronting Loki, a voice came from afar: "Enough."
The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly. It carried an undeniable authority, like an invisible command that froze everyone's bodies.
Thor turned his head and saw the Holy Lord walking towards him from a distance.
The Holy Lord wore a dark gold robe and held the Spear of Eternity in his hand. The weapon that once belonged to Odin now hummed softly in the Holy Lord's hands, and the light on the tip of the spear was even more dazzling than when it was in Odin's hands.
Thor's pupils contracted slightly: "Holy Lord...you..."
"Odin is dead." The Holy Lord walked up to Thor and stared into his eyes. "It's a fact. You can be angry, you can be sad, you can seek revenge, but none of these can bring Odin back to life."
Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly: "Loki killed him. I will avenge my father."
"Revenge?" Shendu's voice turned cold. "Kill Loki, and then what? Who will rule Asgard? Who will rule the Nine Realms?"
Thor fell silent.
The Holy Lord continued, "Loki killed Odin, which is his crime, but now is not the time to judge him. Asgard needs a new king, a king who can stabilize the situation and deter external enemies."
Thor raised his head and said firmly, "I can be this king."
"You can," Shendu nodded. "If you can, why can't Loki?"
Thor froze. "You're taking Loki's side?" Thor's voice was filled with disbelief. "You're on his side?"
The Holy Lord shook his head: "I don't stand on anyone's side. I only stand on the side of power. Whoever has the power to rule Asgard, I will support."
Thor stared at the Holy Lord, the power of the Mind Stone rippled in his mind, and he realized that he had developed a strange obedience to the Holy Lord without knowing when it had started.
"What did you do to me?" Thor's voice turned cold. "You controlled me, didn't you? Just like you controlled Malekith."
The Holy Lord looked at Thor, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "I didn't control you, I just made you trust me unconditionally."
Thor frowned: "You and Loki..."
The Holy Lord interrupted Thor: "It's very simple, just a deal. He helped me get the talisman, and I helped him sit on the throne. It's just a deal, nothing more. I didn't control him, I didn't force him. It was all Loki's own choice."
Thor's fists creaked and groaned as he said, "You knew he was going to kill Odin?"
The Holy Lord did not deny it: "I do know, and I have no need to stop it."
Why?
The Holy Lord continued, "Odin's era has ended. He has lived for thousands of years, but his wisdom and power have declined. He can no longer protect Asgard, and he can't even take care of his own son. What use is such a king?"
Thor stared at the Holy Lord, wanting to refute him, but the power of the Mind Stone was still at work, and his soul told him that the Holy Lord was right.
But that doesn’t mean Odin deserves to die.
"I will not forgive you," Thor's voice grew hoarse. "And I will not forgive Loki either."
The Holy Lord scoffed, "You don't need to forgive anyone." He raised the Spear of Eternity, its tip illuminating everyone present. "You only need to make a choice: submit, or die."
The space fell into a deathly silence, and all eyes were on Thor, awaiting his response.
Thor gripped Mjolnir, wanting revenge, wanting to smash Loki's head with the hammer, but he couldn't, not only because he couldn't fight against the Holy Lord behind Loki, but also because if he were to rebel, the entire Asgard would fall into chaos.
These thoughts were like a bucket of cold water poured over Saul's head, extinguishing most of her anger.
"I..." Thor said in a hoarse voice, "I choose..."
Before he could finish speaking, Thor's hammer slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Thor knelt on the ground, hands on the floor, head bowed, shoulders trembling: "I choose... surrender."
The hall fell silent once more. Loki looked at Thor kneeling on the ground and a victor's smile appeared on his lips.
Frigga covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. The guards looked at each other, at a loss for what to do, while the nobles whispered among themselves.
The Holy Lord looked down at Thor kneeling on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "A wise choice."
The Holy Lord raised the Spear of Eternity, its tip gleaming throughout the entire hall: "From this day forward," the Holy Lord's voice echoed throughout Asgard: "Loki, the new King of Asgard."
Loki walked to the throne, turned around, and sat down. He had a smile on his face, but there was no joy in his smile, only bitterness.
On the third day after Loki's coronation, there was no celebration or cheering throughout Asgard, and not a single new aura was displayed on the walls of the Golden Palace.
This is not the coronation Loki wanted, but it is the reality he has to accept.
On the throne in the Golden Palace, Loki leaned back, his green robes clashing with the golden throne. Loki's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrests.
Three days ago, this place was filled with nobles and generals who were forced to acknowledge his rule; three days later, they all hid in their own territories, expressing their discontent and resistance through silence.
"No one is coming," Loki said, his voice echoing in the empty hall. "Not a single person."
The Holy Lord sat on the newly built throne behind Loki: "They have returned, or rather, they had to come."
Loki turned to Shendu, a hint of weariness in his eyes: "Are you sure your plan will work?"
"really."
Loki didn't ask any more questions. Over the past three days, he had learned not to question the Lord's judgment anymore, and every time he questioned it, the facts proved it to be unnecessary.
Wanda walked in, skipping over Loki and going straight to Shendu. She bowed slightly and said, "Master, Thor has left the Golden Palace."
"Where did you go?"
"The training ground," Wanda said. "He's been there the whole time, without speaking to anyone."
The Holy Lord nodded without saying much. Thor's choice was within his expectations: to submit but not to obey. The God of Thunder was still waiting for a chance to turn the tables.
"Where is Malekith?" the Holy Lord asked.
"As you instructed, he is gathering the remaining forces of the Dark Elves." A hint of doubt flashed in Wanda's eyes: "Master, do you really intend to let the Dark Elves join Asgard?"
"Why not?" The Holy Lord's lips curled up slightly. "Dark Elves are the race in the Nine Realms most skilled in ambush and assassination. Their combat strength may not be as great as the warriors of Asgard, but they are still a force to be reckoned with."