It didn't take long for the guards to come back. Loki gave Yvayne the signal, a bare nod, and "Go." whispered through her mind. The transformations took seconds, and they held. A guard glanced between the cells, confusion evident beneath his helmet. "Hey, how did you?" Loki/Yvayne shrugged. "Perhaps you have forgotten what cell you put who in?" She matched his voice perfectly, and he was surprised by the arrogance of it. "I did not. I placed you myself, and you have switched somehow. Captain!" He called over his shoulder.
"What is it now?" A gruff voice answered. A large man lumbered into view. He wasn't large with fat, but was a mountain of pure muscle. Yvayne's fear skittered down Loki's spine. He willed her to calm, to not allow the illusion to falter. It remained securely in place. The Captain glanced between them, a smile spreading over his face. "This is some trick, Prince of Deception." Yvayne allowed a egotistical smile to slide over her features. Loki was shocked. It was as if she were his twin. "Tis no trick captain. Or are you frightened that I have outfoxed you again." Her eyes challenged him. The captain huffed. "I am not afraid of you little man." He replied. "You should be." She answered. The captain scowled. "Well, we shall just see about that." He clicked the code into the touch pad, the golden force field sputtered and went dead. "I'll check this cell, you check the girl." He said gruffly before bending into the opening.
Loki could have kissed her. Her smiled broadened. "Now!" She cried, the force of the command sending tremors through his mind. As the guard bent to inspect him, to force away the illusion and see him, he darted out of the cell, being followed closely by his double, the illusion held firmly in place. They flew past the guards, Loki throwing a cover of invisibility over them. He led her up the stairs, silent as shadows, winding into the tower that was his room. He pulled the door quietly, just as Yvayne's illusion was faltering. She sank to her knees, her original form returning in a wave. She was pale, and shaking. Loki cast her a wide smile."That was brilliant. How did you know what I would do?" She panted, and didn't answer.
She looked as if she were going to pass out any second. "Yvayne, what is wrong? Did you overdo it?" She coughed, a tiny droplet of crimson staining her pale lips. "Yvayne?" He sank to his knees beside her, catching her beneath the chin and forcing her to look at him. Her ice blue eyes drilled into him, but still she did not answer. "Are you alright?" He asked, a little softer this time. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she promptly passed out.
Loki did not bother calling after her, for he knew that she was far from hearing him. He lifted her gently, surprised at her lack of weight, and tucked her gently into his bed. The huge four-poster seemed to swallow her whole, the golden sheets casting shadows dancing on her face. A ghost of a smile traced over his features. He shut it down quickly. He owed his freedom to this girl, who was but a child. The least he could do would be to give her her own freedom in return. And that was all.
A thought nagged at him, a tickle at the back of his mind. What was she in for in the first place? It was unlike Odin to imprison someone without just cause. His case was no exception. Loki admitted his sentence was just, no matter how much it annoyed him. But her...she seemed so...innocent. "They say that I am evil. A child of neither light nor darkness, and no alliance to either." Her voice was just a remnant, but made him shiver all the same. A soft moaning reached his ears and he turned, casting his gaze over the bedspread. Yvayne was thrashing, her forehead drenched in sweat, her eyes darting frantically under her eyelids. Her tiny fists were clenched in the sheets so hard that her knuckles shone white. He cross the room to her, taking her hand in his. He willed calm into her, focusing on her pulse. She relaxed for a moment, her pulse slowing slightly before jumping forward at breakneck speed. She arched her back, her eyes opening enough to where he could see the white. "Yvayne!" He called to her now, her body no longer responding the the suggestion of calm. He was no empath and did not have that kind of power.
She awoke with a whimper, curling onto her side, her eyes wide with fear that still seemed to claim her. "Yvayne, what happened?" He asked cautiously, still not relinquishing her hand. She hesitated before speaking. "The guards, they found me...and Sez`e, they came with swords and knives. Oh, Sez`e..." Tears streaked down her face, illuminating her blue eyes like two chucks of raw diamond. Loki was frozen for a moment, unsure of how to react. He found himself pulling her into his arms a few moments later, cradling her close much like a parent would hold a child. "Yvayne, who is Sez`e?" He asked quietly, stroking her back with a gentleness he wasn't sure was coming from.
He was Loki, the God of Deception, the one who loosed an alien horde on the unprepared New York City, who without the help of this girl would be rotting in the dungeons down below. He, who until now was incapable of gentleness, incapable of returning the love that his adoptive mother lavished him with. He felt the arrogance seep out of him like water leaking from his fingers, replaced with softer emotions, and for the first time, he felt sadness like it was meant to be felt. It did not give way to anger or hatred, or anything familiar, but lingered in the dark, a tug at his heart. "Sez`e is...was..." She sniffed, and he could see her fight against her tears. "My brother." He asked no more of her, simply held her close. "What are you doing to me Yvayne?" He thought absently. She glanced up at him, puzzled. "I don't know what you mean." She replied. He closed his eyes. "Hours ago, if I had been told I would be holding you, comforting you...I would have laughed myself silly." He said with a ghost of a smile. She pondered that a moment. "You mean, you do not incline yourself to show affection?" She asked slowly, as if fearing his answer. "Exactly it. I am Loki, Prince of Deception, a God of Asgard. I don't feel sadness, or love, or remorse. I am what I am, and what I have always been. But I feel protective of you...like I should be your Guardian." She smiled weakly, her eyes slightly rimmed red from her tears. The mention of his name didn't seem to faze her. "I wouldn't ask that of you. I would assume that once it is clear, and they have ceased chasing us, that we will part ways." Her eyes fell at the last bit, so he wouldn't see her disappointment. He did not answer right away. "I don't think I could do that Yvayne. We are in this together, right?" Her eyes lit up slightly and she nodded. "Together then."