loki laufeyson (toberuled) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-23 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki, plot: las vegas |
Who: Loki
What: Narrative. Loki arrives in Passages and gets ready to make some trouble.
Where: Passages.
When: Immediately following his fight with Thor.
Warnings/Rating: M for Mischief. (Note: This is not a start for the group event, that post will be going up shortly.)
When Loki came tumbling out of the rift he had swiftly thrown up to escape his brother, he was singed, damaged, and falling out of an already painful shift. He fell from the air halfway up to the ceiling in the lobby of Passages, a random location chosen in his harried, frazzled search for an exit point as he'd gone barreling through space. By the time he hit the wall, he was shifting back, with a long shudder and a hiss of pain.
Leave it to Thor to ruin his fun.
He pushed himself to his feet, and rested his hand against his chest, where the lightning had hit him. He could still smell a faint, disgusting whiff of burnt skin and fabric. Thor always had the easiest time of any of them making a dent in him. Mjollnir was continually as effective as it was deadly. One of the most powerful objects in the nine realms, in the hands of Thor. It always chafed him to think of it.
It was strange, though, he thought, his mind drifting back to his tumble through space. Now that he thought about it more carefully, he hadn't actually chosen Passages as a destination. It had simply...happened. And it was dark inside, now that he actually marked his surroundings. Completely dark, in fact, with not a scrap of light filtering through the windows.
He went to the door,and felt a powerful, distinct tug back into the dark that had nothing to do with his own predilections for darkened spaces. His eyes widened a bit. Oh, this. He knew this feeling, from when Louis had been dragged bodily to the hotel for his miserable, pathetic night of being a changeling with a yawning hunger for affection. It had drawn them all in, the hotel, and now it was throwing out its fetters again, pulling them close. They would be here soon. All of them.
He looked back through the dark, eyes darting back and forth, and a slow smile spreading.
He'd been in a sour mood, but now - now he had thought of just the thing to lift it.