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The footsteps of heavy boots had been easy to hear in the death silence, and it had made Loki freeze in the spot. Don’t move, don’t breathe. They can’t get you if they can’t find you. They can’t find you if they can’t hear you, Just stay quiet and wait. Wait until they go away, or they will hurt you. They will haunt you down and tear at your skin until there is only flesh and bone. Pulling, ripping, cutting. Don’tmovedon’tbreathedon’tmovedon’tbreathe, 

The squelching sound of thick blood being stepped on snapped the god back into reality. It was followed by silence, and then a disgusted sound, and Loki’s heart stopped beating. His trail had been found. Please, keep going. Please, keep going. Ignore the blood and go on your way. Oh, norns, please, I beg you. I can’t fight them anymore, not now.

But of course the norns didn’t listen, they had forsaken him after all, and the footsteps resumed their way, becoming closer and closer to him. Without even realizing, he had started to shiver badly, like a frightened animal. In a moment of better lucidity, Loki would have despised himself for such a weak and pathetic display. But right now? Right now he was too tired, too lost, too hurt to care. And what use would have for him to put on a fasade anyway? He had no pride left to break. He was like a frightened animal, so he was going to act like one, if that meant to kick and scream and buckle like a rabbid dog, then so be it. The god bit down as hard as he could, ignoring the painfull pull of the leather sewing his mout shut, using the piercing sensation to focus, forcing his shiver to die down enough to move. He would only have one chance to attack and try to run away despite his restraints. So the jottun pushed himself up to a crouch, swallowing pained whimpers, and prepared himself to kick the first face that dared to show in his hiding place. If he was going down, he would go down with a fight.

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The snow covered the ground like a white soft blanket, it was the first snow the young gem had experienced. Well as a being that is. She smiled as her skin felt the cold air through her coat, it was refreshing and different. Tessa had only known life for a little while and it seemed amazing, no one to control you. To hurt you… To use you. It was, to her, paradise. As she wondered the fresh snow covered ground she hummed but the hum was short lived as she saw something falling. Falling from the sky. Tessa’s pace picked up so she could find it once it fell, it was so big to be a bird. But too small to be a plane. What was it? Her mind raced, what if it was another kind of animal? Or person! Oh, gods if it were a person… What would she do? What could she do? Perhaps she could heal them, but did mortal beings survive such things? Her heart stopped when she heard the thing meet with the ground. It sounded like something shattering. “Please be alive…” She whispered as her pace quickened, she needed to get there fast if she had any hope of finding them. The night was drawing near and it would not be wise to be out here in the dark. “Hello! Hello?!” The young woman called out searching through the trees hoping someone could make a sound, or groan, or something. “Anyone-” She stood shocked and then her mouth dropped, there he was. The man that fell, from who knows how high. It was so hard to make out features but nonetheless, she knew he needed help. “Sir? Sir, can you hear me?” Tessa dropped beside him allowing the snow to cover her pants, soaking them through and onto her skin. She touched the man to see if he was warm or breathing, though she didn’t know if she was doing it right. “I need to know if you are alive, please make some noise..”

The silence that followed his impact felt like a blessing for his exhausted mind. But alas, no blessing could touch such a cursed creature as him for too long, and the undiscernible noise of live returned quickly to him, followed by a searing pain that almost engulfed him again. But he was not that lucky. A wounded moan escaped his sealed lips as consciusness hit back, and he quickly regreted it. The gesture tore harder at the threads sealing his mouth shut, making fresh rivulets of blood fall down his chin and down his troath. Coughing to keep the liquid outside, which only sent more jolts of pains down his spine, the god rolled onto his side, splattering warm blood over the white snow and dirtying it further.

But Loki had no time to dwell on his misery. He shaked his head in a vain attempt to awaken further and tried to make sense of his surroundings, bright, feverish eyes darting madly around. 

There was someone at his side. The chattering and muffled noise slowly focused to discern a frenetic voice, and the god whimpered, pushing himself away from the unknown presence. He pulled frantically at his restrains to free his arms but to no avail. Even torn and battered the straitjacket held strong, and Loki could do nothing but stare in terror at the figure, his head too dizzy and tired to even summon his usal mask of indiference.

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The moment the curtains closed behind him, Loki let out a string of asgardian curses. His memories of the midgardian invasion were too hazy to remember who the blonde was, but he was with Stark, and his face was so eerily familiar... The midgardian had to work for SHIELD, no doubt about that. A slightly histerical cackle followerd the tirade. He had just danced naked in front of an Avenger, maybe even two, and blatantly tried to seduce one of them. It was such a strange and messed up ocurrence that he couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, Thor would be so scandalized if he knew!

“Hey, Lo. Are you fine? That was a scary laugh you got there!” he god looked at his companion with a reasuring smile.

“Oh, sorry for my lack of composture. I just saw someone unexpected in the audience.” What should he do about it? The idea of getting caught was nothing short of terrifying but... it had been so long since he had gotten into some mischief... And surely he could gain some useful information from further interactions, right? Loki licked his lips and smirked wickedly at the waitress. “Could you put the next drink of the blonde adonis in the 14th on my tab, please? And do make sure he knows when my turn today ends, if you may.”

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Loki walked down the street in a hurry, wanting to arrive as soon as posible to his home and wash away the damned make up. Damn midgardians and his odd inventions. 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 neighborhood so late. Even a straight cat could be heard in such silence, so the steps near him were easy to notice. 

The god frowned and turned towards the figure, confused. This was not a good neightbourhood, after all. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be walking around alone, dear?”

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The atmosphere of the stage was intoxicating. Loki swayed with the music, lean muscles rippling under tauth skin as he contorted his body, feathered fans always moving away enough for it to slightly caress his body. His mind was almost blank, giving in to the feeling of the notes, the heat of the spotlight, the strong scent of musk and cocconut mixed with sweat. 

Through heavy lashes, he took in his surroundings. The performer could see mostly familiar faces, even if shrouded in shadows. There was some new ones, though, and after a couple numbers his gaze fell upon the bar. One of the fresh clients caught his attention. Tall and well-sculpted, with wide shoulders and strong arms. Quite his type. And the shape of the face seemed lovely too... Loki decided to step up his game and take a closer look. With a calculated twirl, surrounding himself with the feathers, the performer shred his main clothes with a quick pull, satin and and crepé pooling at his feet as he stepped into a near table, sneaking his way towards the newcomers. His hands never stopped his movement, making sure the feathers writhed around his body, only teasing the glint of jewelry that covered his naked skin, panties and stockings. 

A closer look didn’t disapoint him. The man was handsome, for sure. baby blue eyes stared at him not with simple lust, but with open fascination. And his short blonde hair and soft lips gave him a kind of boyish air. How lovely. The god smirked, finally revealing his body as he stended his arms onwards, letting the feathers caress the blonde’s arms up to his shoulders and cheeckbones. Both poisonous green and pure white eyes stared directly at him, never blinking, as he leaned closer to his face, one of the fans now reaching to the other’s chin and inviting him forward, his faces teasingly close, before he stepped back and way out of reach in a fluid movement, turning his back to the man. He glided towards the stage again, his performance still going on, as he tried to convince himself that he had not just seen Tony fucking Stark sitting besides the blond midgardian.

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What a success! The god sighed internally before plastering an innocent and lost look on his face, rising his hands before turning around slowly. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend to intrude.” He made sure to keep his head slightly down, shoulders hunched, better to look defenseless when in an unknown situation, specially with midgardians. 

It was difficult to see the man in the half-lit place, but it was clear his garnments were all black, dense and sober, very similar to a SHIELD operative. Loki let his worry show on his frown. There was no logo on the attire that he recognized, so it was difficult to now if the man was a soldier or a mercenary. At least there wasn’t a clear killing intent... “If you could tell me were the exit is, i will be on my merry way. I can’t seem to find it for myself.” A small smile, just enough to seem friendly. 

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    I T wasn’t odd to find people in the forest, even if it was     one where one could get turned around quite easily within     the large woods, the thick trees being able to black off     any view of the outside world if you never stayed on the     trails. B A S T I O N had memorized every bit that he     had traveled, knew when things were different and when     to avoid dangers if there were any present. H I S small,     yellow bird friend helping him with detecting things in the     area seeing as he had a much better view from the skies.     O F course, Ganymede hadn’t seen the man first, therefore     allowing the unit to nearly stumble into view.

    H E had to of been heard, with loud and rusted joints not     helping his case with each and every movement he took.     C U R I O S I T Y took hold of the bot more than fear of     being attacked, a beep louder than he desired escaped     him, but he kept his ground, head tilting to the side as he     examined the man before him. H O W strange he was from     first glance, but Bastion liked it!  H E was just… hoping this     one was as nice as he looked!

    B U T the unit held his hopes high in the face of maybe     making a new friend! T H A T was always his favourite     thing, though he waited to see how the other would react     to him before trying to get any closer.

The first though that came to mind was that he had somehow returned to Alfheim. The god stared aroun from his sitting position, waiting for the diziness to go. The plants were clearly midgardian. Thanks the norns, Loki always ended with such intense migraines when a spell backfired and he ended up in the wrong realm...

Not that being squezed out between the planes of the same realm wasn’t tiring to... But hey, at least there were less posibilities of him getting his throath cut in his sleep.

With a grunt of pain, the performer got up, pulling leaves and dirt from his petticoat. A chuckled scaped his troath at the scenary. Wath an irony; Madam Fran had decided to paint and dress him like a colorfull bird, and now he had the scenery to match. That was going to be fun to explain to the  first human he found. If he found one...

Loki paid attention to his surroundings, searching for any indice of live, when he heard the strange sound of whirring and beeping. Maybe some kind of vehicle? Or a comunnication stand? Pulling himself tall and dusting off the best he could the white, pink and black fabrics that covered his body, the god walked with confidence towards the source of the body, a charming smile on his face. “Good afternoon. Would you be so kind as to lend me a hand? I’m afraid I’m quite disoriented and I’m unsure of the ways to return to the city.” His voice was deep and soothing, meant to calm, not to antagonize, and he kept himself enough at way to not seem threatening to whoever had produced the noise.

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