A Desperate Bid to Survive: Loki Plays Guide Again

"An agreement?"

Malekith rested his chin on his right fist and smiled coolly. "My people rescued you from your cell. I've fulfilled my end of the agreement."

"Now it's your turn to fulfill yours..."

"But...!" Loki wanted to argue, yet Algrim stood behind Malekith, glaring at him as though he would rush over and snap his neck at the slightest provocation.

Loki could only take a deep breath and swallow his resentment.

A moment later, he smiled as if nothing were wrong. "Lord Malekith is right. I owe my freedom to the help of my Dark Elf allies..."

"Hah." The word "allies" drew a scoff from Malekith, but he couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Where is my Aether?"

"My lord, you may not know this..." Loki sighed. "Odin, the King of Gods, sealed the Aether with his own hands. Its hiding place is extremely well concealed."

"No one but Odin himself knows where it is..."

Malekith's expression turned cold. "Are you playing games with me?!"

"No, no! How would I dare?" Loki shook his head with a smile. "But the one who holds Gungnir, the spear that signifies the King of Gods, can also find where the Aether was sealed."

"Gungnir?" Malekith frowned. "Where is it?"

Loki lowered his gaze. "In the Golden Palace Royal Hall. Queen Frigga of Asgard is holding it right now."

Malekith slapped the armrest and rose. "Algrim."

Algrim dropped to one knee. "My lord."

Malekith ordered, "Take a squad of soldiers to the Golden Palace. Bring me Gungnir at any cost!"

"As you command, my lord!"

Algrim rose to leave, then turned and saw Loki.

"My lord, what should we do with this Asgardian brat?"

Malekith waved a hand. "He's of no further use. Do as you please."

"Thank you, my lord!" Algrim clenched his