Mischief comes in different forms
(Plotted pre-Thor one/during Thor one starter for @mischieftm )
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Out of all the spells that she’d tried to learn, this one was the most difficult. The one that took the most time, the most secrecy. Always being interrupted by the less-than-gracious people of her dimension made learning anything after a certain point in her life nearly impossible to do. It was only through her determination to leave this place - fueled by a desperate desire to save her last remaining child from dying at the king’s hands - that she managed it. That was how she and her son had ended up here.
Wherever here was.
The flashing of an unstable magical portal faded away as she sank to her knees, a good portion of her energy now gone. Even though the woman had been preparing for this for a very long time, she still found it had made her feel weak. Bruises littered her body, as well as what looked to be cute that were trying to heal up. Although her own condition was not something that she was focusing on. Her focus was on the small child in her arms, sleeping away as if nothing had happened.
Taking in a few shaky breaths, she ran her fingers through his hair, a look of affection on her face as only a mother could give. It was not until she heard a sound in the dark place that she’d ended up, that her green eyes - dulled after so long of being mistreated by the others in her life - sharply darted up and glanced around. Despite being in no condition whatsoever to fight, she’d still pulled out a dagger with her free hand.
It only had hit her just then, that wherever she’d taken them might be worse than where they’d come from. The fear of this showed in her eyes and in her demeanor; she was behaving a lot like how one would expect for a wounded mother wildcat to act - who was cornered and still trying to protect her babies.
“I know you’re there..” she hissed lowly, now trying to get up so as to look less unimposing. “Come out.” Her gaze darted around again shakily, a tight hold on both her sleeping child and the dagger in her other hand. Thoughts were racing through her head now. What if she had accidentally brought them to a place worse than where they had come from? What if this was a dimension more cruel than their own? These things were hard to imagine, although her fear of both was very real. It was quite likely that this woman, tall and pale, thin and otherwise very attractive, was not going to come off of high alert even the slightest bit until she had an answer to where she was, and to who it was that she swore that she could hear moving around in the darkness.
She had no idea that she’d ended up in someone’s room, much less that it was night and that it was time for sleeping here. It had been afternoon, where she’d just been. Her son was simply having a nap right now. Which was something - he was so calm, compared to how on edge his mother was.
It was a wonder that he was still asleep at all.
