Slipping past the guards was easy. He was fortunate to have learned that glamouring spell from Liefully, his original creator. Appearing as the golden-haired god, Thor, Dalie waltzed in the direction of the Relics room. He nodded once to the guards and instructed them to keep deaf ears, to which they silently nodded.
Once past them, he closed the doors gently, his hands a little shaky as he did his best not to show his giddiness. This Asgard was not one he was familiar with. He couldn’t know with certainty if the Asgardians in this universe would react to him as those in his own. He did not feel like finding out, however.
With the doors closed, Dalie felt it was safe enough to remove his “mask,” as it were. He returned to his Jotun blue skin, raven black hair, and slightly smaller physical frame of that of the golden haired god. He didn’t care about any of the relics in the room, save for one. The one that had eluded him for several months. He couldn’t find Liefully and steal the one in his possession, plus a certain foreboding told Dalie it might not be such a good idea to try… given that Liefully had gone alone to Nidavellir those months ago and his behavior around Dalie seemed… challenging.
Nonetheless, the important thing was he was finally in the grasp of the precious item. Dalie neared it with something that seemed like a caution. In fact, he was more than likely impressed with it. He had never seen the Casket with his own two eyes before. The vision of it from the memories of his original creator did not seem to do it quite enough justice.
He leaned forward to get a closer look at it. The glow it cast stung his eyes, yet he couldn’t stop looking at it. By the creases and edges of it, the glow got lost, and in its place there looked something deep and vibrant like ultramarine blue against that saturated cyan that manifested from the casket’s center. For a moment, Dalie just stood there and stared at it, wondering how it manifested the power he knew it capable of. Finally he lifted a hand to touch it.
He knew from the start that such a gesture was in vain as he could not feel anything in his right hand. It seemed more like a force of habit than anything else. He could only observe and try to imagine what he would have been feeling in that moment. He suspected the casket would feel cold to the touch, yet such coldness would be greeted pleasantly.
Without much further delay, Dalie rested both hands at either side of it and yanked it from it’s perch. He stood still, breath unable to escape him, for several seconds. He stalled further action, almost as though he expected to be abruptly interrupted, like perhaps the guards would barge in, the real Thor would walk in, something, anything. But nothing happened. This was far too easy, Dalie felt. Nonetheless, he waved his hands to send the casket elsewhere.
…Until he could find further use of it. He resumed his previous appearance as Thor and left the Relics room. The guards that stood at the doorway seemed to think nothing of “Thor’s” visit to the place.
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