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It was just a simple tracking mission. She wasn’t expecting to find much anyway, after hearing stories about the person she was supposed to find. A master of deception probably wouldn’t leave an easy trail,right? But then again he probably hadn’t anticipated that the Avengers would gain a member who could follow any scent trail. Super powers or not,they all had pretty average noses. So that’s where Britt came in. A new member she still had to prove that she could be an asset to the team, even if she really didn’t want to be part of it at all.
She found the scent instantly,it was a mix of ice and magic. She couldn’t explain what magic smelled like, but she knew that’s what it was. She increased her speed, the four legs of her current form moving effortlessly. Every so often one of the people passing by would comment on her, a few even tried petting her,which she accepted before bounding off,nose to the ground. She had taken a canine form, and because this was the center of a city,and her wolf form would have possibly caused panic she was a dog, a Belgian Malinois to be exact. She ran down the street, following the trail to an abandoned building.
Jumping in through a shattered window, she landed in a cloud of dust, and immediatedly started sneezing,the sound causing pigeons in the rafters to panic. She waited until the cacophony died down, then followed the scent up a flight of stairs. She didn’t have an exact plan as to what she would do after finding Loki, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to get close, as he would probably assume that she was just a stray dog.
If she was honest with herself though, she didn’t quite understand why she was sent to track him in the first place. Sure, he had attacked New York, but that was more than a year ago. Since then they hadn’t seen or heard from him until there was a tip off that he had been spotted in the city she was in now. It just seemed odd, to hunt someone down before they did anything. Maybe not, maybe she had a lot to learn, but she still didn’t understand it.
She paused at the entrance of the room where the scent was strongest, bracing herself before nudging the door open and trotting in, trying to act as non chalant as a real dog would. Her eyes cast around the room, until they settled on the slender form in the middle. He was cast in shadows, so she couldn’t see if he was sitting or standing, but she knew he was there. She wasn’t sure if he noticed her, so she headed to the far corner of the room and sat down, deciding to hang back and observe him for awhile. That was until, her collar crackled and Tony Starks voice erupted from it.
“Hey,Fido any updates yet? Or are you too busy sniffing butts to remember that you need to keep me posted?”
If she could facepalm,she would. She considered running out the door, but instead slunk quietly to the other side of the room, thinking she could use the shadows as cover.
‘Dammit Stark, I swear I’m going to bite you in the ass when I see you again’ she thought as she waited to see what Loki would do next.
He could have died then and there, during the uprising in the Asgardian prison one of the inmates conveniently smashed another one against the power field that kept him contained inside his cell. It took a few more tosses, which, admittedly wasn’t too hard as Hel had broken loose and everybody was fighting everybody, and the moment the power field was down, Loki had an easy escape. Casting an illusion on one of the dead bodies close to his cell, it appeared as if the hated and monstrous prince had died by the hands of the inmates that caused the uproar.
His mother would mourn him, his brother probably too, then hate him once he would realize that Loki was very much alive, Odin most likely smiling triumphantly that he had gotten rid of nothing but a burden to him and the whole family and realm. It took the trickster another illusion that he cast upon himself, hiding his presence from Heimdalls gaze, before seizing the opportunity of the chaos the Dark Elves had caused to use the Bifrost and get to the one place he knew he would be hard to find - Midgard.
Ah, New York. While always being one for hustle, perhaps the busy streets, those cars and pedestrians were too much to handle at first, even more so as he had spent a fair amount time in the usually peace-kept prison. Walking down the streets disguised as a simple business man, Loki avoided eye contact with any of the people he passed by, just as a precaution in case anybody would recognize him. And he really couldn’t afford any of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. to know that he was there or where he was headed for that matter.
Loki’s target was one of the abandoned buildings he had spotted not too far from where he appeared. The building looked as if it would fall apart any moment, when he got closer he spotted a sign that said it would be demolished within a few days. That was a few days the god of mischief could spend there before figuring out what to do next. The building looked abandoned when he entered, there were no signs of squatters or homeless people. A few moments of peace. But not for too long.
There was movement close to him, something had scared the pigeons in the rafters, and while he deemed it to be nothing but probably a cat, the god froze the moment he heard the all too familiar voice of no other than Tony Stark. Turning around rapidly, his eyes scanned the area in hopes of spotting the intruder. “Who is there?” He called out, ready to use magic at any time given should he be attacked.
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