Re: Attractancy
Loki stood alone. Not such a unique statement. There came the two strapping Midgardians, the darker holding Francine... who had obviously been ravaged. His expression remained the same as when Thea had parted their touching hands: annoyed and concerned. Once the Helheim ruler neared him, leading the group, Thea had asked him if he could teleport. "Yes - take Frankie, we will be along," the prince offered, then grasped hands with Thea as soon as she was within reach. He might as well be any sort of help while he could, since his - oh my. There was a ferocious blast of energy from behind them and Loki quickly snapped their physical bodies out of the area and brought Thea to the hospital. There was Nathaniel.
"I wish you luck, my lady," he told the blond and kissed her head, but quickly left again. The shit hath hitteth the fan... eth.