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Loki walked down the street in a hurry, wanting to arrive as soon as possible to his home and wash away the damned make up. He should have known how sticky that much glitter would be…
It was dark night, and the streets were desert, not even cars were circulating around this neightbourhood so late. Even a straight cat could be heard in such silence. So it was easy for him to hear the sound of a violent fight. He peeked out into the alley were the sound came from, and was received with the spectacle that was Tony Stark’s iron armor, beating some doombots into a pulp.
The god backed away as silently as he could, trying not to be noticed and ran into the opossite direction. But the thunder that always preceded his brother made him stop in his tracks. The familiar sound of Mjolnir followed, and Thor landed in the middle of the street. Damn… So, Iron man at his back, his beloved brother in front of him. It didn’t took long for him to decide what to do, despite his weakened magic. With a step back, he entered the shadows, teleporting away before anyone could notice his presence.
And then the world exploded around him.
When the god opened his mouth to breathe, it wasn’t the scent of tea of his living room what received him, but the hated taste of ice and cold that filled his eyes and lungs.
He couldn’t see anything, only snow and ice. The hollowing wind threatening to knock him down, cutting his bare hands and neck. The god struggled to concentrate, to teleport himself out of this wretched place, but his head was too muzzled because of the failed spell, that draining his remaining energy out of him.
The last thing in his mind before the blackness overtook him, was how he couldn't feel the cold even when in corset and fishnets. Damn his monstrous blood and his acursed father…
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