If he could have made the idiot mortal move faster, Loki would have. With each second that passed, Sigyn traveled farther and farther from his grasp. He would not lose her to men who thought they could take what they wanted and do what they wished with it.
"Do you toy with me purposely or are you actually this stupid?" Loki folded his hands behind his back and watched the mortal shuffle through stacks of papers with his one good hand.
The man winced and cupped his broken wrist to his chest. "Maybe I'd work faster if you stopped insulting me."
"Is it truly an insult if I am speaking truth?"
The man shrugged. "Who says you're speaking truth?"
Loki growled and began to pace again. This should have taken far less time than it had. The mortal was supposed to know where he kept the papers. They should have found them by now. He could also teach these Midgardians something about keeping records neat. And he didn't even hold a position of staff where that was necessary.
"Found it!" the mortal held up a single piece of paper and waved it around.
Loki snatched it from his hand and took a moment to adjust his eyes to the language of Midgard. He read it easily. Angrily, he jabbed a single finger at the middle of the paper. "This is the man who was here this morning?"
"Yeah." The mortal crumpled to the floor. Weakling.
Maxim Kolenkov, the paper read. A name Loki didn't know, but had already grown to hate. "Where is he now?"
"Man, I don't know!" The man curled into a ball and leaned back against the desk he had destroyed looking for this paper. "He doesn't tell me, okay? I only know when they're gonna be at the cabin. Beyond that... that's their business."
"Their business has brought you more trouble than you're worth," Loki hissed. "Have you no inkling to where he might have gone? Where he's taken her?"
"Taken her?" The man scoffed. "All this is over a girl? Typical Carlisle."
Loki gripped the man's good wrist and used it to hurl him toward the wall. "Do not assume I work for such a man. I am far superior to him, and you would do well to cease this antagonization."
Having hit his head on the wall, the man groaned and pressed a palm to its side. "Who... are you?"
"I am not to be trifled with." Loki advanced on him and towered above him. "Where has he taken her?"
"I told you, I don't know! Probably north somewhere!" He cowered in fear, and the feeling of power it gave Loki felt good. He narrowed his eyes, contemplating how to deal with the man. The mortal man swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Wh-what are you going to do with me?"
"You are not worth my time." Loki straightened, crumpled the paper in his fist, and strode for the door. "Tell no one of this and I will spare you."
He didn't turn to see how the other man dealt with the threat. He didn't want to know, nor did he care. North, the man had said. Surely it couldn't be so far away. He would have to purloin transportation, but that wouldn't be hard. Not with the tricks he had mastered.
He let his mind wander as he walked. Sigyn was so small. So fragile. If these men who thought they could steal her away had done anything to harm her, let alone what he feared they might be up to, Loki could not imagine the rage that would fill him. They would all pay dearly for treating his beautiful Sigyn thusly. No, they would do more than pay. He would slaughter them all and return Sigyn to her rightful place in Asgard. No matter what they had done to her, or planned to do to her, he would take her back and keep her safe.
He turned north and quickened his steps. He needed to get to her before something terrible happened. Unforgivable was already off the table.
