@ihopeditwouldbeyou dares to cross the Accursed Malekith
Of course it would come to this. He should expect no less from this cursed planet. Malekith frowned, his mouth fixed in a thin, tight line. Here he thought after all these years, Midgard (or Earth as many these days referred to it) would have learned its place in the Nine Realms. How many times had he seen it fall prey to Otherworldly threats? Too many to count, he thought darkly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He'd once nearly brought it to its knees before, himself. Likely would have succeeded, were it not for Asgard and its damned, gallivanting buffoons.
The Dark Elf looked around at the faces surrounding him. All on standby, all on edge, and all unbelievably, pitiably human. If he so chose, he could cut them down with ease.
'Now now, Malekith. Play nice.'
The old Elf's upper lip curled in a sneer, one hand poised over the hilt of his sword. Nice. That was certainly a word for it. Restrained might be a better one. At least for now. At least until he knew with whom they were affiliated. If memory served, there were quite a few organizations in the business of challenging alien life. However...that had been Before. Before he'd found himself alone on his primitive planet. Before he changed, and dragged the universe down with him.
"Enough of this," Malekith said finally, just barely withholding the edge from his voice. "I am not your enemy, Midgardians. Lower your weapons."
He should have known better than to return to this Bor-forsaken Realm. Not once had it ever ended well for him.
