Sanctuary! [tag: Bes]
Loki was a jumbled mess of emotions. He was confused, scared, angry, sad and hurt all at once. It was an odd sensation, not knowing which emotion to let to the forefront of the rest, but he tried to puzzle it out as he sat on a rock about a quarter mile from where he'd broken free from the net. Which in and of itself had been quite the feat.
It was partially why he was so confused. The Njord, Skadhi and Hermod had staged a capture of him wasn't surprising at all, actually. He and Njord had never seen eye to eye, he and Skadhi had some bitter history and well... Hermod had lost his brothers after all. But the way the three of them interacted was strange. Skadhi was cooing over Hermod, touching him a lot and definitely distracted. Which meant Njord was doing most of the dragging of the net. What was up with her behavior, it wasn't like her at all.
When they finally switched was when Loki very carefully and quietly weaseled his way out of his leg restraints and out of the net. Then... he ran. He couldn't shape change effectively with his hands bound, and they were well bound dammit anyhow, so the only other option was to run. He got about a quarter mile before he had to sit down and decide where to go.
The Trickster was scared for his life, definitely. He had given up when they captured him, let it all go down out of confusion and shock, but then his sense of self-preservation kicked in and he couldn't help but want to get free.
He was angry because he'd been tricked. Bamboozled. His own wife was bait for a trap that he took. Which is also where the sadness and hurt came into play. Sigyn, his dear, beloved wife had gone and set a trap for him. A trap where she had the audacity to apologize for setting the trap when it was sprung. How well she knew him that she knew how to set it perfectly. Get him somewhere where he was comfortable enough to let his guard down, fill him with drink to calm him and do it in such a way that he'd never suspect it.
He trusted Sigyn above all others and that trust had been broken and for one of the first times in his life he wanted to just sit in a corner and bawl. But he wouldn't do that. Not now, anyway. Not when he could hear the angry shouting in the distance of Njord, Skadhi and Hermod. He needed to find sojourn. Somewhere that not only would they not think to look for him, but where he'd be safe.
Dionysos was out. As much as Loki adored his Greek friend, that was the obvious choice. Instead he went through his short list of allies, most of them Greek, and decided that it was probably best to avoid Greece after the incident with their Queen. Instead, he looked to Egypt. He'd go see Bes.
Bes would keep him safe and out of sight.
So gagged, and unable to remove it, wrists bound, and unable to remove those either, and covered in cuts and bruises and dirt from being dragged along the ground, Loki appeared in front of the only place in Egypt that could possibly belong to his friend.
With wrists bound together he pounded on the door. “Beeeth!” He tried to shout, and only a muffled sound resembling the god's name came out. “Thankuary!”