Loki wrinkled his nose, holding his hand to it and his mouth, trying to ward off the stench hovering around the encampment he was passing through. Tents and ramshackle dwellings, if one could call them that, encompassed the park. He picked his way through the sea of cords and belongings covering the ground. He'd happened across the protesting humans as he strolled through the city surveying.
Rolling his shoulders back and stretching his arms out as he passed through, Loki felt his magic wrapping around him, little tendrils snapping outward eager to spread and infect. His brother was somewhere in this town, hidden away with his woman and the other heroes. He had yet to see Thor's team in action and was in the mood to stir up a little chaos to test their mettle.
His hand brushed against one of the dirtier humans shambling by him, his magic creeping down Loki's arm, over his thin fingers and across the man's shoulders. Wrapping around the man's neck, green mist flowed in through his nose and mouth. Loki stepped back, watching the man.
Twitches and spasms took over the man's upper body as the magic took hold. Materials in the man's hands clattered to the ground as his breathing increased and his hands curled in tightly. A woman with matted hair passed, chattering excitedly with another occupant of the camp. With no warning, the man lashed out, grabbing the woman's hair and using the momentum to sling her to the ground. She cried out as he set upon her, landing kicks to her torso and arms as she attempted to block his blows. Her conversation partner stood by in horror as the man grew more frenzied.
Men from nearby ran over and trying to restrain him, pulling at arms, legs, any part of his person that they could. Managing to break the man away from is target. The group of men surrounded the man, forming a barrier. Loki frowned as the humans just stood there. He sent an extra push of magic forward, seizing the man again. His head whipped back as his body flooded with the chaos magic. Two men pushed forward and grabbed the man's arms trying once more to restrain him. The man thrashed harder, snarling, spittle flying from his mouth. Just as quickly as the men made contact with the wild man, they dropped his arms, telltale green sparks moving along their forms, spasms taking over their bodies.
Within moments, Loki's magic had taken over the immediate area. Every bit of contact between the humans served as an arcing point for his power, unlocking the pent up aggression that he'd felt in the group. The violence took the camp like a wave, cries and the sounds of fighting growing in volume. Straightening his scarf, Loki strolled casually through the growing hostilities, the corner of his mouth turning up.
Standing atop some steps, he watched as the humans tore at each other, intent on destroying everything in their path. Now he just had to sit back and wait for his brother and his band of merry men to arrive. Not that there was much that they could do here. The magic he'd loosed on the crowd only amplified the existing anxieties and aggressions in the humans. Once the pitiful things had worked through their issues, the magic would have nothing left to feed, and they would return to their previous mindset. Or they would die in the process. Either way, his experiment would be successful. Loki knew that his brother had no control over magic, nor did any of his compatriots, so their lot would be powerless against the pumped up basal instincts of the humans before them.
He smiled down at the roiling mass of flesh he had created. A spray of warm fluid splattered across his face. He casually wiped a finger through the patch, his digit coming away red. Chuckling as he rubbed the blood between his thumb and fingers, a sense of pleasure spread through him. He'd had no idea that Midgardians would be so simple to incite and control. And there were so many of them, cramped into such small spaces here, the slightest effort on his behalf would bring a city, and possibly his brother, to its knees.
He couldn't help the dark smile that spread across his face as he watched his bloodied and broken masses.
"Oh, I am dearly going to enjoy this."
