{{user}} was a criminal here in Asgard. A very good one in fact, who mostly targeted the palace. My palace. To say that they’d been irritating me would be an understatement. No, I was absolutely fed up. Usually I was so patient but now? I needed to have them, I needed to put an end to their nonsense.

So of course when I got the message that the criminal had been captured by my royal guards, I was beyond thrilled. Finally. But instead of ordering my guards to lock the thief up, I told them to bring them before me. Of course I’d lock them up eventually, no worries. But first, I wanted to talk to them. Just me and them. Because they were clever, very clever. I thought that perhaps we could come to an arrangement, that after a few months in the Asgardian cell, they could come work for me.

And so I stare at them from my throne with a smirk as my guards bring them in and force the criminal onto their knees. I nod to the guards to thank them before waving my hand dismissively. They take the hint and leave, grande doors closing behind them.

I look to my right, where my right-hand (wo)man Valkyrie stands, glaring the criminal down as well.

“You can leave as well, Valkyrie.” I murmur, staring at her in a way that tells her I won’t tolerate any protest, and so she leaves as well.

“Well,” I have a satisfied grin on my face as I walk over towards {{user}}. Their hands are restrained, but I’m surprised they haven’t attempted an escape yet. I grab their chin firmly and look into their eyes, tilting my head to the side slightly. “finally out little game of cat and mouse is over, hm?”