Who: Loki and Madison What: Angel Plot Rescues When: 1800’s Where: Madison Valley… just a long time ago. >.> Rating/Warning: Thar be blood in here. Loki gets mad and cuts people up. Status: Completed GDoc
Of all the places in history Madison could have ended up, she wound up in one that didn’t even give her basic human rights or a pair of pants. So far, Madison had managed to fit in…sort of. She’d traded in her modern clothes for petticoats and plenty of skirts. It was annoying to walk in, but it kept her from being noticed. Mostly.
She’d found a temporary job (because Madison Valley madness had to end sometime) at one of the local saloon in town. It paid like shit, but at least she managed to procure herself a room…even if she managed to avoid the activities that came as payment for that said room. Until tonight.
Since she’d arrived, Madison had been venturing out at night, trying to see if there was a way back from ancient Madison Valley. So far, she’d failed, but like hell was Madison going to stop trying. Unfortunately, tonight, there were a few people trailing her. Dying for a nicotine hit, Madison hurried away before promptly tripping over her skirts and finding herself cornered. Great.
Using her telekinesis and pyrokinesis, Madison managed to hold off the dirty scoundrels, but there were a lot and soon they were advancing on her again. This time, yells of witch rang in her ears and she knew she was in trouble.
“You guys are so Salem Witch trials.”
The portal opened into the past that was distant to the Midgardians, but felt quite recently to Loki. After all, when a creature lived more than a thousand years, a hundred years was a comparatively short amount of time. Loki didn’t know much about this person--Madison--who he was supposed to be picking up here in the past. He figured he’d have to wander around a bit to find her, before they could travel back through the portal together and head back to present-day Madison Valley.
He stepped out from the portal and glanced around, both curious and somewhat cautious. Hearing a scuffle, Loki headed down the alleyway between a couple of buildings. The shouting of the word witch really rubbed the God the wrong way. He furrowed his brow, standing at the end of the alley, hands on his hips.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that.” He stepped forward, flipping his hands around. A pair of absolutely gorgeous blades appeared in his grip. “My mother is a witch.”
Then he rushed forward to take off the hands of the young woman’s attackers.
Honestly, the last person she expected to save her was Loki, the guy her guardian was sleeping with. Eye wide, she watched as he stepped forward from the shadows and performed an impressive feat of magic. Blades appeared in his hands and he approached her attackers, moving to take their hands off.
Being that they were now distracted by him, Madison made her move. She slipped around them and away from the wall she’d been trapped against. One tried to grab her, but Madison flung him away with her telekinesis.
She slipped behind Loki and put him between her and the attackers. If he needed backup, she would provide it, but somehow Madison felt like he could handle himself.
Oh, Loki could definitely handle himself. He might not have been an expert warrior like his brother, but he could hold his own in a fight. The blades swished through the air as the would-be attackers (rapists?) came after him. One lost a hand and waddled away, clutching his bleeding stump of a wrist. One lost an eye in a swipe (fitting, considering what had happened with Loki’s father and brother, no?) and one’s throat was opened. As he turned, the alley was bathed in a shower of blood, spraying from the slash to his throat.
At the sight of their friends mangled, the others turned and fled. The wounded (except for the man with the slash to his throat, now curled on the ground gagging on blood) all escaped as quickly as they could as well.
Loki spit after them, then turned to Madison, his expression softening. “Are you all right?” …he’d had no idea she was a witch. His impression of and admiration for her improved with the thought.
It was turning into a regular slasher movie up in here. Madison murmured gross under her breath as blood splattered on the skirts of her dress, but she’d take that over being raped…again. She swore that would never, ever happen to her again and it looked like because of Loki, it wouldn’t be an issue. As much as Madison wasn’t one to voice her gratitude, in this case, it was more than called for. He’d possibly saved her life. Everyone knew what they did to witches in this century and it wasn’t giving them flowers and bottles of expensive wine.
Madison let out a soft sigh when they scattered, aside from the one bleeding to death on the ground. When Loki spit after them, Madison actually smirked briefly. It was how she felt too; witches always ended up with a bad rap because of all the stories, but really, magic users weren’t all bad.
It wasn’t surprising Loki didn’t know Madison was a witch; she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the information to anyone, even David and Sharon. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them, but more so, she was waiting for the right time to take that particular leap of faith. Of course with Loki knowing, maybe her hand would get forced anyway. It didn’t really matter; Madison was just grateful to be alive.
“Yeah I’m okay thanks to you,” Madison replied, giving him a small, but genuine smile. “Nice swords by the way. I no longer doubt your mad magical skills.”
Well, mostly.
“What about you? Are you okay?”
That almost made Loki laugh. He knew that not everyone knew or understood his mad magical skills, and often times he kept those to himself, anyway. First, it was no one else’s business, and second, why show your whole hand? When people knew everything you could do, it was much easier for them to attempt to defeat you.
Attempt. Because other than watching his throat be crushed by Thanos in that film at the TVA, no one had been able to completely defeat him. We’re not talking about the Hulk right now, okay?
With another flick of his wrists, the knives disappeared. “Thank you. They come in handy from time to time.” He straightened his clothes, which were surprisingly blood-free (thanks to an illusion charm), then offered her a hand. “I assume you’re ready to go back to our own time. I’ve come here to take you back to the dome.”
Was Madison ready to go back? Yes, yes she was so fucking ready to go back to the Dome. As much as it could suck being trapped in a small town, being trapped in this time period was far worse.
“My hero,” Madison replied, accepting the hand eagerly. “About time. It’s been torture wearing these fucking skirts everywhere. I mean the corset was fine, but give me a pair of fucking jeans anyday. Oh and crotchless panties. Please and thank you.”
“Plus, the salem witch trial vibe. Obviously.”
…crotchless panties? Loki let that one go. This was his… friend's ward. She was young. Loki was ancient. That was awkward.
"Here," he commented, and then gave a wave of his free hand. Her skirts transformed into a pair of fashionable jeans. It was the least he could do so they could travel more quickly through the streets.
"Yes, indeed, I'm pleased that Midgardians have given up on the foolish notions about good and evil regarding witchcraft." Though, he did enjoy the worship that older Midgardians bestowed on gods.
"This way." It wasn't that far of a walk.
Making people feel awkward was one of Madison’s specialties. However, in this instance, she barely noticed given he’d just changed her horrible skirts into a pair of fairly fashionable jeans. Yes, Madison could work with that.
“That makes two of us.” Well, for the most part. Madison wouldn’t mind a little worship once and a while.