There will be Mayhem.--MOVED

I am MOVING to another blog!

This is due to inactivity. I’m moving Loki to my primary account as a sideblog, so that I can be more active with this muse. Signing out constantly is HARD!

Following the new blog will be taken as a sign of wanting to interact, and will likely receive a STARTER!

The look she sent him was unreadable.  Why did she stay?  Her defense of him, failed or no, should have canceled out the debt she might have felt she owed him.  And yet, here she was.  

Were they friends?  No.  But Valkyrie didn’t like to let people in close.  Not anymore. And Loki didn’t have any reason to stick close to her either.  If anything he should have simply left her in Fate’s hands and gone on his merry way. 

And yet he was likely still reeling from the loss of his homeland.  She had already had years to get used to the idea of never returning to Asgard. Loki didn’t.  Perhaps it was the last lingering bit of need to hold onto a home that no longer wanted him that spurred him into pulling her out.

Her expression softened slightly although her tone was still brusque. “We’ll figure that out later.  Get some sleep.”

He could sense something odd in that look. Something he hadn’t honestly anticipated.

She was attached to him, wasn’t she? She didn’t like it, but with all others of her kind out of reach, perhaps Loki was all she had.

What a nightmare.

“Fine,” Loki answered. He was already stepping towards his room. He needed to rest. Maybe to eat something that wasn’t that wretched deli meat they were feeding him. But that would come after. 

He paused just outside his door, though. “If you are still here when I wake, Valkyrie... we shall talk.” It was as close to ‘you can stay here’ as she was going to get. 

I’m considering moving this account over to another blog I run as a sideblog, hopefully that will help?

Valkyrie withdrew as soon as she was certain he wouldn’t immediately topple over.  The last thing he needed was more bruises.  She had managed to come out of the ordeal far better than he had.  Of course she didn’t have anything Fate wanted.  Nor was she an open threat as he was counted. 

“Sleep before you topple over.” She pointed out.  “Alice is in no danger at the moment in the hands of Fate.” Probably “She’s probably seen more as a victim than as an accessory right now.” 

She raised an eyebrow.  “You won’t be helping anybody if you pass out in mid-operation.”

Loki’s feet were a little spread out, stabilizing himself as her hand left his back. He seemed remarkably weak, a bit too warm, but he did steady himself efficiently enough to glare at her.

It died off pretty quickly, and he turned back down to the floor.

She was safe. If he plowed into Fate’s Headquarters, he probably wouldn’t be. He could compromise her easily if he wasn’t at least a little bit more cognizant.

Surprisingly Valkyrie reached out to steady the other god as he wavered.  He didn’t seem to need that steadying in the end, but she wanted to try to prevent him from falling over. 

“As obvious as this might seem, you’d probably benefit from a nap.” She pointed out.  As neutrally hostile as their relationship seemed to be, she would support Loki through most things. 

Using the Tesseract wasn’t easy, but it usually was for him. He was a virtual fountain of magic, a god among mortals. 

But he also hadn’t slept in about two months now, so he was starting to get a little weary.

Loki righted himself as her hand settled into his back, his hand dropping. “...We have things to figure out. I need to find and collect Alice, and... perhaps we should figure out what in the world we’re going to do now.”

Valkyrie had, in fact, made sure not to hurt him too badly.  It was mostly a knee jerk reaction to his up and leaving her.  In a way her being here was his fault for all that she had chosen to try and intervene when Fate had come for him.  If they thought holding her would have any consequence on Loki, they were sadly mistaken.

Loki and she were allies, not friends.

“I won’t argue.”  Without a backwards glance, she stepped through the portal.  It could end up somewhere awful but it was better than being imprisoned in a glass box.

They ended up back at a familiar flat in uptown New York, in the middle of a somewhat dusty living room. They had been away for a while, after all.

A bad snake. That sounded like something 9S might say, something that sounded so childish it was amusing to hear it come out of an adult model.

The look of overwhelming disbelief in his face was even more amusing. It was like she’d said something insulting about his processor.

2B caught the snake as it tried to take another nose dive, crossing her arms.

“They they found partial information from some ruins. They claim it as a divine text.”

She couldn’t be completely surprised. Machines had a way of finding a piece of information about humanity and fixating on it.

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“Because it’s incorrect. It’s not Loogie. It’s Loki. Lo-ki.”

His expression was about as sour as they come, his arms about to cross. “Loki, god of Lies. Lies, mischief, chaos, beasts, magic...”

Valkyrie stepped through the open door, meeting his eyes.  An eyebrow rose.  She had heard about the incident with Russo.  That had been several hours ago.  

Moving away from the door to prevent any future lockups she faced him.  Her hands closed into fists and she lashed out with one to hit him directly on the point of the chin. 

It was…relatively gentle, comparatively.  He’d see stars but he probably wouldn’t have any lasting effects. 

“That was hours ago, Kitten.  Let’s get out of here.”

Loki certainly should’ve seen the punch coming; it wasn’t like it was out of character for her at all to show restraint.

As it was, Loki was weak and exhausted enough so that the lovingly gentle hit had him stumbling back. A hand flashed up to his face, holding his jaw where he hopefully wouldn’t bruise. “...Ow-!”

Valkyrie had taken the time that she had been locked in the cell to heal from the few injuries that had been inflicted on her.  There had been little to do down here.  In fact other than meal times Fate had seemed to have forgotten her.  She wasn’t much more than a distant accessory to Loki after all.  She had nothing of value that these self-identified heroes wanted. 

“Sorry, I must have missed your call.”

She was immediately on her feet as Loki arrived, blinking in surprise.  Last she had heard the god of Mischief had been locked up without access to his magic.  The surprise didn’t stop her from moving to the door that he was opening. 

“My congratulations on getting out.”

“Thanks, it wasn’t easy,” Loki answered. His tone was bland and elegantly sarcastic.

His hair was a frizzy mess, his eyes sunken, his skin pale and still a bit clammy. It was as if the heat he’d been subjected to had had lasting effects. But he swung open the door to look down at her, an eyebrow raised.