Whatever panics and doubts had been racing though Loki's mind were quickly silenced as the god stared at the smiling angel. Sherlock was gone… this blasted rock had stolen him to another time and had the audacity to continue grinning at him. But the anger, for once, was slow in burning. The god merely crumpled to his knees, eyes still glued to the angel but unseeing from despair. His only acknowledgment of the Doctor and Donna's arrival was the sinking of his head which had grown too heavy to keep vigilance on the Angel. Sherlock…. There had to be a way to save him….

"Loki?" The heartbroken trickster was surprised that it was Donna who offered a comforting hand. Loki hadn't even realized he had been crying until she started dabbing at the tear streaks trailing down his cheeks.

"I'm not a child," He mustered, shrugging her off. He was a battle hardened Asgardian warrior. He knew better than to weep like this in front of others. He began to angrily wipe at his own eyes, trying to remove any evidence of weakness. Besides, it had been centuries since his own mother had to do such a thing. Donna's eyes did not hide how offended she was but she still acted with motherly concern.

"I'm going to let that one slide just this once since you're upset, Mischief." Loki wasn't sure if he should glare or smirk at her. So he did both in response to the little moniker. "We'll figure something out. Maybe the Doctor can find him."

"Weeell… Technically I could use the Angel's energy fields to trace where she's sending all her victims… But to actually go and rescue a Weeping Angel's victim from a different time…" The uncertainty in the Doctor's voice began to dim the flare of hope in Loki's heart. "The Angels damage the time stream enough displacing people." And who in Odin's name gave a damn about the time stream?

"Doctor, please. We have to save him. We might even save that little girl they took too." Even in his grief of losing his Sherlock, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together. It might be the only way to convince the Doctor to help him. "There's a chance she's with him, isn't there?" Loki was grasping at straws a bit perhaps but he was desperate to have his lover again. "Doctor, please…"

"Loki, even if they were together…" The guilt in the Doctor's voice was like a dagger to the god's heart. He clearly deemed the time stream's safety much more important than Loki's love.

"Doctor, I'm begging you! We have to save them!"

"It's too risky." Loki glared at the Doctor, his despair now morphing into seething rage. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" How did the time traveler have the gall to look at him – well, the angel – and tell him there was a way to rescue Sherlock but then refuse to do it? And how dare that damned angel continue to gloat at his misery with its sadistic smile?

"Then leave."

"You can't kill an angel, Loki."

"Watch me, Doctor."

"It won't save him!"

"It will help me feel better."

"It'll take you too!"

"Good!"

"Loki, don't!" The god would have allowed the angel to touch him if Donna hadn't formed a vice grip on his arm. Sure, he could easily shove the insolent mortal off of him, but the last thing he wanted to do, even in his grief, was to harm one of the Doctor's companions. He respected the Time Traveler far too much. "Doctor, it's just two people. It can't possibly be that damaging."

"Donna, it's not that-"

"What if it was Rose?" That silenced the Doctor right away. Loki had no idea who this Rose was but just the name seemed to have a positive effect on the Timelord.

"Fine. I'll get the Tardis. Someone will need to watch this Angel."

"Aren't there others in this building?" He did recall seeing other Angel statues on the way through. "Why haven't they attacked?"

"Remember how I said they were fast? This is the only Angel in the house."

"Really?"

"It's the first streak of good luck we've had in two months," Donna confirmed. "I'm trying to help you here, Mr. Horny Toad. You gonna come with us or not?" This mortal was extremely gutsy wasn't she?

"Go ahead. I'll catch up in a moment."

"Loki…" There was a clear warning and accusation in the Doctor's voice. And since he was well aware of Loki's track record, that was very reasonable to have. But the Doctor's mere presence was enough to make Loki not want to kill instantly.

"Someone needs to watch this angel so you can get to your Tardis. I'll be fine. Now go." With that, Loki met the Weeping Angel's sadistic gaze, waiting for the Doctor and Donna's receding footsteps before taking his next action. He simply could not maintain his God of Mischief reputation with punishing this angel for her crime. Even if that couldn't mean killing her. Her continuous grin only fueled the god's ire.

Loki began to twist and twine his hand through the air, lime green magic emanating from his fingertips. "You truly believe you will be allowed to continue your crimes?" The Angel was unresponsive, unmoving. The magic began to entrap her, casting eerie shadows on both god's and angel's faces. "You're lucky that the Doctor is here. Nothing would give me greater pleasure that to personally see you ground into dust. Into nothing." The Angel began to glimmer, its visage beginning to fade and shrink. "However… I'm sure you'll find this punishment far worse…" With a final pulse of enchanted light, the original Angel disappeared, a metal version clanking to the floor. Loki picked up the tiny metal charm, conjuring a leather cord to loop through its rings. "Now you shall protect those you seeked to harm."

"Loki! We're ready!"

"I'm coming!" The god tucked the weeping angel bracelet into his pocket, racing to meet up with the Doctor and Donna. He couldn't find it in himself to actually marvel at the Doctor's Tardis this time though. Now that the angel had been properly disposed of, all Loki could think of was Sherlock. Was he actually alive? Was he hurt? How would they even find him in this strange time?

"Loki?" The gentle touch of sympathy brought the god back from his panic pit. To say he was surprised Donna was being so kind to him was a bit of an understatement. But even so, he was grateful. "We'll find him. Don't you worry." Despite himself, Loki gave the mortal woman a thankful smile.

"We have to find him. So you are right. Thank you."

"Well duh I'm right. I'm the only one with mortal common sense here."

"Don't push your luck."

"So, Loki…" The Doctor interjected as he pressed a button here and pulled a lever there. "What happened to that angel then?"

"I handled her, Doctor. And before you ask, no." He handled the now charming Angel to the Doctor. "I did not kill her. This time." Honestly, the trickster was still tempted to slam Thor's hammer on the charm. The Doctor examined the bracelet, popping on a pair of glasses. He seemed genuinely impressed.

"Well… I suppose that's one way to do it. That's actually quite clever. I can use her to track down your boyfriend and Emily." In fact, the Timelord was already scanning the charm with one of his strange tools, inputting data into the Tardis console. "Hang on!" With that, the Tardis took off, jolting all inside but only knocking the unsuspecting Loki off his feet. "I said hang on!"

"Shut up, Doctor!" Loki found that riding Thor's blasted goats was far smoother than a trip in the Tardis. Who knew riding the time stream would be so bumpy? Luckily for the typically graceful god, the trip was short. Unfortunately, it also knocked him right off his feet again. And he had just stood up as well. "OOF!"

"Ya know, I really expected a god to be more graceful really," Donna snarked. Loki merely flipped her a very rude finger as the Doctor peeped out the Tardis doors.

"1950s America I'd say. I didn't realize they'd send you to a different place too! Oh! And look who's right outside!" Loki did not need any more incentive that that. The god bolted to his feet and made a mad dash for the doors. The poor Doctor barely managed to dodge being knocked over by the amorous god deity. "Shame he doesn't miss his partner at all."

Loki flat out ignored the sarcastic Doctor's quip, staring at the sight before him. Sherlock's worried storm blue gaze met his own, the little girl in his arms looking very excited by the Tardis. "Magic box!"

"I'm inclined to disagree with you, Little One, except – UNF!" Sherlock didn't get the chance to finish his thought before Loki had his head pinned, kissing him as if it had been a few centuries rather than a few hours. The detective couldn't say he was bothered by his god's dominant and slightly tearful kisses. Considering just a moment ago, the only option he had was to start life again alone in the 1950s, this was definitely a welcomed relief. However, little Emily didn't seem as impressed by the kissing.

"Eww! Gwoss!" The little girl giggled in protest, causing Loki and Sherlock to finally part and come up for air. The Mischief God was still sharing Sherlock's relieved grin through his tears. He had forgotten that Sherlock had been holding the little one.

"I'm sorry, Little One. I bet you'd like to see your mummy and daddy again," Loki apologized.

"Are they in the magic box?" Emily asked excitedly.

"I'm afraid not but it can take you to them."

"Otay!" The girl quickly wriggled out of Sherlock's arms and disappeared into the Tardis, giggling the entire way. Once the girl was out of sight, Loki yanked his mortal to him, kissing him breathless yet again. The Doctor could wait a few minutes.

"Why, Loki…" Sherlock commented in between the intense kisses. Who needed air anyway? "If I didn't… know any better… I would say… You missed me… quite a bit…"

"Oh… Shut up… I've already… auctioned off… all of your… scientific equipment… Don't worry." On that, Sherlock actually pushed Loki off him, faking offense.

"Even my beakers?"

"Every last one."

"Bastard. Let's go home. Apparently I need to replace everything. As well as beat the daylights out of you for auctioning said everything off."

"Apparently. Fair enough. But first…" Loki pulled the Weeping Angel bracelet out of his pocket, fastening it to a confused Sherlock's wrist. "For protection," he explained. "Now let's go."