Auden’s Blessing
Passing through one prison after another—one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine in total—across the damp, freezing ground, Odin finally stopped before the innermost cell.
The red-haired youth’s limbs were bound by heavy shackles, layered with countless locks and chains. At the sound of footsteps, he immediately lifted his head and looked toward the entrance.
“Loki, whatever you’ve been planning—we both know it well enough. There’s no need to spell it out,” Odin said coldly, his gaze devoid of emotion, like a machine.
“You…” Loki stared at him. “Since when did you know?”