"Where are we going?" Loki asked as his brother walked into the living room in full Asgardian attire.
"To help some people" Tony said casually as he put his Armour on quickly.
"Right now?" Loki asked, growing slightly nervous, "What will we be doing?" He questioned.
Tony ignored him, much to the god of mischief's disdain. "There is a riot not far from here, we hope to put an end to it" Thor explained,
although it didn't calm Loki's nervousness. "How am I to do anything, you're people will not listen to me" he followed as Thor walked outside, onto the balcony. "Just assist us in our endeavors and you will begin to gain their trust, be patient brother" Thor's words were comforting but not for the immediate problem. "We're going to need you to get the people who are trapped in the park and are surrounded by the riot, there's about thirty" Tony said, fully armored up. "And you'll have to look like a human 'coz they wont have anything to do with you if you've got your reindeer helmet on". With that, he started his jets and flew off. "Do you know where to go?" Thor asked.
Loki clenched his jaw and nodded quickly, "I can feel mayhem fro miles away" he answered. The god of thunder wondered just how hard it was going to be to really change him, because it was all well and good to save people because you were told to, but he didn't know how much he would change when it comes down to the critical moments.
Loki was right, he could feel a riot. He appeared right in the heart of it. People were everywhere, yelling, but he couldn't figure out what they were yelling about. It was chaos. Everyone was bunched together with little space to breathe. On the plus side, no one would realise who he was in the mayhem. He pulled himself away from the fantastic chaos and tried to focus on finding the people trapped. A large sign that placed blame on the government almost hit him in the face. 'This is ridiculous' Loki felt anger rising in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes and scanned with his mind, looking for a peaceful force in the chaos. 'Found it' He smiled, he found the area where there was fear in the confident rebellion.
Following the trail, he had to push humans away quite violently. Some of them elbowed him back, or hit him with their signs. It didn't really hurt him, but it was an annoyance. Eventually, he found them. There was a group separated from the crowd, they all looked frightened and not the type that would be in this mess; mainly older parents and small children and some elderly people. It suddenly hit him that he had no idea what to do. He searched for a way out, but found none, and it seemed he was running out of time; the crowd was moving. He wasn't used to saving people, but his brother did it, so he figured it couldn't be that hard. With a burst of inspiration, he held his hands up in front of him. The crowd began to float upwards, not very high, but enough for them to notice and not high enough for the crowd to pay attention. He lifted them up and pushed them through the crowd. A few of the people were shouting, but the just blended into the crowd. They moved slowly, but they split through efficiently, and he followed behind.
As he reached the outskirts of the riot, the people were calmer and weren't so close together. He let the go as he reached a backstreet. They all clung onto each other afterwards, shocked at what had happened. Loki felt a smile creep onto his face as he turned to walk away, they would never assume it was he, Loki the god of mischief, who saved them. It will always be a mysterious miracle. He turned a corner to head back to the stark tower when he felt it.
He suddenly grew weary and exhausted. He hunched over, ready to pass out. He put his hands on his knees and took deep breaths. Swirly lines and spots appeared in his visions and he leant against a shop window. He started to slide down, not being strong enough to support himself.
Darkness.
