Rikive's smile widened slightly. "Oh, never try and play tricks when thine opponent is related to the infamous trickster, Loki." She informed her, gently rubbing Parael's hand, trying to silently encourage him to hold in that hiccup a bit more. "A promise from an Asgardian is a powerful thing. It is an honor and privilege that is earned. My lady, the only thing thou has earned," Rikive pointed up to the open roof. "Is the anger of the Gods."

"I suppose I may have been too...Subtle with my words. Allow me to speak clearer. Thou whilst release Parael from this curse. Because if thou don't," Rikive shrugged. "Then thou will simply have all of the Norse pantheon and it's army of dead warriors charging into this lovely court room and...Well, I'm sure thou knows how the mortals used to worship my relatives." Rikive winked, gently bouncing Parael's hand up and down with her own. "Asgardians so do love getting their revenge, whether its in their name or in the name of a dear friend, like Parael here. Besides they're awfully bored up in Asgard, I'm sure they would love the chance to fight again." She made a show of looking around the Fairy court, specifically, the guards. "Even if thine forces won't pose much of a challenge for them."

Rikive's eyes returned to the Queen and hardened, even as she continued to smile. "Now that is a promise, my lady. So, go ahead. Don't turn Parael back to his adult form. I'll just take him with me to Asgard and my grandfather and his horde of warriors will be upon thy doorstep by sundown. And those 10,000 years? They will feel like only five in Asgard, where Parael will be treated like a prince. By the time 10,000 years has past, I'm sure a beautiful forest would have grown over the smoldering ruins of thine court." She looked down at Parael. "We should have ourselves a wondrous lunch on top of it."