An odd name- more of a title… As she moved forward Loki found himself taking half a step back, the action as conscious as time is merciful. He doesn’t take her hand as the light shines over his face, washing it in an array of colors. The concerned title brings forth a wash of confusion and disdain that flooded any other thoughts, this woman didn’t know him, not even his name, yet she seemed to genuinely care what became of him.
“I- I am not lost per say.” His words were careful. Could he trust this woman? No. But he could over power her if things turned violent and he found himself growing weak with the recent events, a warm place to shelter and even a modicum of food would seem as well a blessing.
The dip of his head was more of habitual formality than true respect. There was something odd about her, not enough for the god man to make note of as there were far odder quirks throughout the realms but something. “I would not refuse such an offer. Lead the way.” Despite the exhaustion that crept into the words there was still an undertone of command in them. As soon as her back was turned he let the knife slip back into its small holster.
The Professor, endlessly trusting and probably too naive, considering how many years she had been alive, shot the man her signature lopsided grin and turned away, throwing a “it’s just this way!” over her shoulder. She led the way through the woods, chattering mindlessly about the weather and the storm to come and the various interesting plants as she passed them. “And this one,” she was saying, just as her TARDIS was coming into view, “this one is found only in this area, and if memory serves me correct (which it normally does), it’ll be extinct in twenty--”
The Time Lady cut herself off then, having finally reached her TARDIS. “Here we are!” From the outside, the time machine looked like any other tree, one long, nearly indistinguishable crack in the trunk the only hint of a door. Without wasting any time, the Professor placed her hand on the bark and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, after telepathic contact had been made, the door slid open, revealing the interior of the time machine.
“Home sweet home!” She sung, gliding through the door and into the massive space contained within the rather small tree trunk. The room she entered had huge arching ceilings, made of something that looked almost like glass. Through it she could see the sky they were under, though from above the trees, so it showed nothing but wide open sky and the stars that were starting to blink into view. The floor below them was also a glass-like substance, a massive aquarium containing fish from Alpha Centauri in a perfect reproduction of their natural habitat, though it was so large none of them had ever explored them all. In the centre of the room stood the console, its tall central mechanism reaching to the very top of the sloped ceiling. The Professor, however, took none of this in, only turned to the man with a bright smile. “I’ve already asked her to raise the temperature in this room and double check that there’s food in the main kitchen. Should be just through this door, but you never really know in here.”
What she neglected to mention, however, was that the beeps and whirrs the TARDIS was emitting were noises of protest and, surprisingly enough, actual anger. The Professor ignored them. After all, who was she to refuse help to someone in need?
