Loki | MCU (subtletrick) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-20 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma swan, loki |
Who? Loki & Emma Swan
What? Loki is checking on Emma after radio silence post Moriarty-death!
Where? The Moriarty mansion
When? Tonight
Why? Because of reasons.
Rating? Not... too high? Lots of angst, mention of blood / death, etc?
Loki's concern had been like a quiet background hum for quite some time, now. The issue with Moriarty had him concerned for a few people - Irene's death had him constantly checking in with those he held an interest in, either directly or indirectly. Magic ties were easily laid, and while he could not directly interfere with most of those he wished to protect, while Moriarty was alive, being able to determine that they were not, in fact, in any degree of serious danger was simple enough.
When it had been announced that Moriarty was dead, he had been relieved - but vaguely saddened. Not saddened that the man was dead, however - no, had he been given his way, he'd have destroyed Moriarty himself, painfully and viciously - but for Emma Swan's sake. The woman had fallen hard for the psychopath, and even plain evidence of his corruption had not been enough to shake that. That was not a slight against her; rather, it was a startling strength of heart, even if it was a bit foolish. Love often made one a fool, though.
In some ways, the prediciment she had found herself in had reminded him of Darcy - had made him wonder if that was how this would end, for her, as well. It had made him more certain that he had to avoid that at all costs; he did not wish to put the woman he loved through that sort of pain. Especially not when he could see it in another, when he had at least a vague frame of reference for what that did to someone. No, he would never put Darcy through the pain Moriarty had caused Emma.
Ms. Swan's distress, coupled with the message on the board that someone of importance to her had arrived, was enough to have Loki going from simply examining the threads of magic he'd placed around her - the ones that had only recently been able to come active, with Moriarty gone - to pulling at them, tugging and weaving them together until there was a strong enough tether to pull himself to her, magic burning along the strands; it would have been more smooth an arrival had he known the location, rather than simply creating a pattern to follow, but it was sufficient; it would take him near enough, and at the moment that was all that really mattered.
The room he had arrived in was empty. The threads had burned up in the travel here; he could no longer trace her location to any more specific a point, but he could tell she was here. Somewhere. He stepped quietly from room to room, movements cautious and deliberate. He did not wish to startle her; he didn't know exactly what state she would be in, and while it was highly unlikely she would be able to hurt him, even if she were to try, he did not wish to cause her any alarm, either.
"Emma?"
Stepping into another room, he caught sight of a familiar figure inside, and paused in the doorway as the rest of the room drew his attention. There was blood - a great deal of it, actually, on Emma as well as staining her surroundings. He wasn't certain it was hers, but it seemed prudent to be sure. He stepped forwards rather quickly, once his hesitation wore off - into the room and up to her side, reaching out cautiously to touch her shoulder.
"Are you injured?"