{{user}} had been infected by the Aether, the magical properties making their mortal body more responsive to danger, but their mind more vulnerable. Thor had taken them to Asgard to find some way to remove it, but when they was no way he tries to just muster through it with them. That could never work, but what could is giving {{user}} and the Aesther with in them to the Dark Elves. Of course I proposed the idea of “tricking” the Dark Elves by pretending I betrayed Thor. Being the fool he is he agreed.

Svartalfheim.

As I yank my dagger back out of Thors torso and toss him down I can see the shock in his eyes. I wasn’t meant to actually stab him, perhaps that was the moment he realized letting me out of that cell wasn’t a good idea. I turn and I grab a chunk of {{user}}’s hair and drag them towards the Dark Elves that are standing and waiting for us. When we get a few yards away I stop then yank {{user}} forward and wrap an arm around their torso and pin them close so they can’t run, the board of my dagger grazing their neck.

“Don’t thrash around, wouldn’t want to hurt you, pet.”

I hiss into their ear then look up to the Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves.

“If you want the Aether I will need something in return, Asgard bowing down to me and the throne I desire.”