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Illusions of Good and Evil--Clint
Loki had spent a few minutes trying to figure out the touch interface system, then finally ordered JARVIS to connect him to Clint. "Um, Hello? Barton? Are you there? This is Stark--Tony. I need to speak with you..." He paused, unsure of his next word. "...Pronto."
The Illusions of good and evil
Well, he had promised Darcy fireworks so fireworks she would have. Perhaps not the sort she imagined, but nevertheless. Loki grinned and kept himself out of sight on the balcony of Stark Tower. Tony was away with his child for the moment,deep in the lower levels of the Tower--a perfect time to stir up a bit of trouble.
Taking a deep breath and ignoring the thrill in his veins, Loki wrapped his illusion around himself and stepped forward. The many polished surfaces showed sharp cut facial hair, a substantially shorter stature, and the clothes of Midgard. Putting a hand to his face, Loki smirked. JARVIS spoke suddenly, startling the god, "Sir? I'm reading your presence in two places within the Tower." When Loki answered it was in the irritatingly familiar rough tones of Tony Stark. "I-It's fine. Nothing to be alarmed about." With a quick bolt of energy, he hoped to bewilder the machine enough to let him continue with his plans. The god felt his heart rate speed up in the silence that followed, then let out a controlled sigh of relief when the AI answered with a tone of hesitance and almost confusion, "...Yes sir."
Loki grinned widely, "Very good. I'll be visiting my fellow Avengers, do let them know I wish to speak with them, privately?"
A bit of Mischief
Loki paced irritably around the small apartment he had procured. Kasady was making a mockery of him. While subtlety wouldn't satisfy the creature, perhaps a bit of mischief would. Surely he didn't think it was all about the body count? The god stopped pacing and a slow grin spread across his face. Oh yes, it was time to blow off some steam. In a few short minutes, Loki was picking his way around the unfortunate underbelly of the city: the sewers. Mouth in a tight line, he looked carefully around for his target. Ah. There. He had planned it perfectly. This water main fed almost the entire business district; of course it would branch off, but Loki figured he could take a couple city blocks at least and majorly inconvenience a few miles around with flooding and water damage. He placed a pale hand on the large pipe and let out a breath. His next breath was ice cold and his hand was now a cool blue color.
Smirking, Loki watched as the water froze inside the pipe, bursting it in a seam. With his power, the frozen pipe broke quickly, zipping along the wall and into the distance in both directions where the god knew it was branching off. Perfect. A bit of havoc for the denizens of New York. Removing his hand, Loki brushed off the bits of grime that had stuck and moved quickly back to the world above, waiting for the sirens.
To Hide Away
Loki had found a disused apartment building in an unfortunate state of disrepair and it was here that the god hid away from Darcy, his biology, and the entire dratted realm of Midgard. It had been nearly an hour before he felt calm enough to check his appearance in one of the broken panes of glass. It was dark, but he appeared normal; to his great relief. Perhaps Darcy had not properly seen him? Could he have that hope at least? Scowling, he threw the glass to the floor and watched it shatter. The girl knew. She had seen. While she would have no knowledge of what it meant there was always the possibility that she would tell others. Stark, or one of the other 'Avengers'.
The god cursed under his breath and wrapped his cloak tighter around his form. He was not cold, no, could never be cold. But this was a feeling of unpleasantness. What could he do but go to her. Speak with her. And say what? That his coloration was nothing but a trick of the light? It was a farce. He should kill her. Keep his secret safe. There was no telling what information Fury's organization may have about his apparent ancestry. The great lie that was his childhood. His life. A farce indeed. He would leave the decision until morning. With the guise of invisibility thrown over himself like a blanket, Loki settle in to wait for sleep to come. As was perhaps inevitable, he would still be awake to watch the sun rise over an already busy city.
A Difficult Situation
Loki kept to the shadows of the long hallways of SHIELD’s base. It had been child’s play to escape the cell, and no further trouble to dispatch his guards. Now it was time to find his way out of the blasted place.
Voices from behind him and Loki, fatigued at the effort his magic was costing him, went invisible once more only to see his old unwilling ally Barton walk by with a striking woman. Perfect. If he could just stick close to them and exit the building before they noticed—Alarms sounded loudly throughout the base and Barton spoke quickly to the woman before running off back down the hall, an intent look on his face. Once he was gone, Loki dropped the invisibility and draped a disguise over himself. Lightened his hair, put himself in a dull grey suit the like he had seen from the agents before, and stepped up behind the woman.
Eyes darting around, he gripped her arm with slightly more force than was necessary. “Agent Barton sent me to see you out, Miss.” He tugged her along the hallway, not bothering to see her reaction.
*brings Loki a snake*
Why hello little thing. *picks up and allows it to move over his hand and up his arm*
You remind me of my own offspring. Jörmungandr. He lives in the oceans of this realm, though you are considerably smaller.*sets the serpent down and watches it move away*
*leaves a small kitten*
*pokes with flat edge of bladed staff* Now what has this realm created?
*kitten bats at staff*
You are weak and alone. I shall keep you safe until you are of use to me. *…pets*
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And who in the Nine Realms might you be? More importantly--What do you want?
