"We have a lot to catch up on, Bruno." Loki said sharply, as he approached the bars. "But I know a way we can speed things up."

He reached his hand out. Finger tips glowing with an enchanted green magic, as they made contact with his forehead before Bruno could avoid it.

Loki was projected into the mind of the future seer. The one who could predict the future, the one who had foreseen even the events which he had recently experienced.

He was a vital figure to ascertaining the inevitable truths.

Looking through his mind was blurry at best. The middle aged man's memories were beginning to fade into obscurity, as he struggled in his wrestle against Elli.

His mind was deteriorating the longer he remained in those walls.

Enchantment was an easily accessible way of reinforcing memories. It was able to check the objective and unbiased history of what a soul had been through, even if the mind was unable to remember it for itself.

Loki was searching for a particular memory. The memory of a boy being bumped into during his ceremony.

The memory of an involuntary vision revolving around the perpetrator of such offense.

The memory of a boy calling a tailor in his 'thirties' a monster, as he was picking fruits.

The memory of a boy finding a god in his room one night, holding one of his tablets .

Helping a soul remember something was not as easy as flipping a switch.

Perhaps if he continued to practice the technique, he would learn such prowess. For now, he had to guide each mind to remember the evocations itself.

He traversed the gaps in the mortal mind, separating aging from enchantment as he continued his quest.

Deep into his mind; near the beginning of his life, he found a vivid memory. One that Bruno had consistently drawn from throughout the rest of his existence.

Upon further appraisal, as he forced himself to draw from the memory, he found that he was standing in front of a blank door of swirling raw magic. And below him was a small boy.

"Your gift ceremony." Loki said, as he pressed his fingers against the younger man's head. "Do you remember it?"

"Oh… yes…" Bruno said. A frown creeping onto his face, as his muscles began to tense. "The… the night my life was sealed… to be tossed into the pail."

Loki managed a quick glance at Mirabel, although he couldn't see much. Only her silhouette, as the obscurity of the seer's mind drew his focus to his soul.

He closed his eyes again, and surfed on the waves of spirit, following the memory through the mortally shallow sea of psyche.

"Do you remember how you fled from Cortés?" He asked softly.

"...Yes… b-but I don't remember why."

"Try. I will guide you." Loki forced himself into his mind once again, and managed to project himself knocking over the toddler.

When Bruno remained unresponsive, he tried showing the boy with glowing, emerald green eyes.

"...I… I-I had a vision…" He stuttered.

"Yes. Now tell me, what was in the vision?"

"I…" He tried to manage, as he continued to push harder. Fog was beginning to form, refined into a cloud of swirling green void.

It was as if he was looking through a pair of emerald lenses, with a fog of magic swirling throughout the material. His room remaining somewhat visible beyond it.

Loki looked at Mirabel again, and this time, he was able to distinguish the frame of her glasses from the rest of her face.

He had an idea.

"I am… a pair of glasses. Wear them. See yourself through me." The enchanter said. He didn't specify that it was a good idea. It made Loki regret even speaking.

"Wear… wear…" The middle-aged seer began to stutter and repeat, as the fog at the center of his vision began to clear. "I… I think you were… wearing something…"

"Wearing what?" Loki asked. Could it have been his everyday Colombian clothes?

His formals?

Perhaps his Asgardian clothing?

"I need you to dig." He requested, as he continued to ponder what he might have been wearing.

"I… It was foreign…" A central blob began to form, to reveal a green picture painted against the background of translucent green mystical magic and swirling fog which obscured the room beyond it.

The image was of the god himself; Loki, wearing his armored Asgardian coat and tunic. Quite unique; no wonder the seer had taken note of it.

He was sitting on something, but he couldn't quite make it out. It looked familiar, as did the position he was in. Yet he was unable to recognize the location.

He could also make out a feminine silhouette, separated from him by something.

"Who else did you see?"

"Y-Yes… I think I saw… a young girl. With glasses, and…" He paused, as a look of realization came over his face. Mouth opening and eyes widening, although they were closed.

"It was Mirabel! And you were… Luis, you were in a cell, I think! Maybe this one?" He shouted. Although it was quiet, since he was still being enchanted.

As this was said, the emerald green foreground became crisp. Revealing a clear image of him sitting on his poncho, and talking to Mirabel through a barred cell door.

"What else? More images?" Loki asked.

"Y-Yes, of course. I think the next one… was scary?" The crisp green image faded into yet another shroud of green mist and raw magic.

When Bruno didn't speak for a few moments, Loki tried to assist his endeavor. "Did you see a… person?"

"Yes. It was… It was you again!" The image cleared to show the same god. Standing in front of something rectangular, although it was also foggy.

The shape was becoming clearer, which was as it should, with the more memories he recovered. Bruno was beginning to pull on the rope of his recollection.

"And… and you were looking at a mirror! But you looked… weird?" He said. And as he did so, the mirror cleared up to reveal Loki staring at his reflection. With… wait, were those Frost Giant markings?

As was himself in the vision-dream Mirabel had?

Soon, the rest of the vision began to play out. As typically happened when the subject began to draw memories from their soul.

All Loki could do was open it and guide them, it was up to them to pull memories. But once they did, they were able to pull it all out.

Like a rope. Once one realizes that they can grip and pull, they pull as much as they can.

He saw Thor battling the colossal Luisa. Precisely in the same way as he had seen just the day before.

He saw an image of a split mountain, and a projectile or a shooting star or something… else… falling not too far beyond it. Traveling more horizontally than vertically.

This vision had started, and was seemingly nearing its conclusion. With a cracked mountain all that remained to transpire.

He saw the same yet again, this time in tablet form. Tilting it reveals it to also show himself.

The same tablet which he had stolen from Bruno, no doubt. All for the protection of both the family, and himself.

He even saw him committing to that act a few moments later.

Another vision of himself came soon, being dragged by Luisa. Bruise on his nose.

That had just transpired on the day before. Clearly this vision was just beginning to take shape as well.

Loki was no fool; he studied. He studied subjects, his own magic, the capabilities of other people, their personalities…

Bruno's visions formed to represent integral moments of an event. Typically all of which happened over the span of, at the most, a few days.

This event… this had already begun to take shape.

He next saw the seal which guarded the candle snap, as the candle was laid to rest on its split slant, dimly illuminating its surroundings.

The emanating aura slowly fading, as its wax began to cover the window seal.

He saw a mountain fracture. He remembered believing that was a tectonic feat, but considering Thor was now here… the possibilities were endless.

The god who had decimated a mountain out of frustration could surely exert such a feat. Regardless, this would happen soon. The vision he had stolen confirmed that.

He lastly saw Mirabel, standing in front of their house which was riddled with cracks and fractures, as it flashed between the two possibilities of a future unknown.

The fate of the bespectacled girl and her family was not yet woven into the loom of the tree of life by the norns, but it seemed they were mere moments from picking a thread to lace.

Loki cut his connection with Bruno. As he could no longer hold open the memories which he had cut from his mind.

His quest was satisfied; Bruno had now experienced evocations of everything the god had erased from his identity.

When he opened his eyes again, the younger Midgardian's irises were temporarily plagued by a darker green magic.

He was panting heavily. Which was actually quite a feat for the man, since most of Loki's enchants ended up knocking out the victim.

Clearly the trickster was adapting to his want to be a better god. A less mischievous one…

…Only a little less mischievous.

Bruno quickly looked at Loki, who met his gaze as the Midgardian tried to regain his full consciousness.

Enchantment was almost like a drug, oftentimes sending the victim into a state of dreariness. Based on their mental state.

When Bruno stretched his eyelids wider, that was the indicator to Loki that he had at the very least processed that something otherworldly had happened.

"Relax, my friend. I am not here to plague you." The god said, as Mirabel moved to support the mortal.

The man looked to him through the bars, his hair being illuminated by the gas lamp on the desk behind him. A mess of curls separated by gold light.

His eyes were wide as they stared into Loki's soul itself. Which was natural; his physical consciousness would need a little time to adjust, as the memories flooding in changed his thought process.

It was quite complicated, the matter of restoring a memory from so long ago. One realizes in a matter of seconds, the mistakes they've made over a course of decades, that could have been avoided.

They realize what good they could have done if they had merely remembered something so crucial to their better judgment.

"Hmph. Ok." The seer said. Eyes completely relaxed, as he turned to Mirabel, who was kneeling beside him as they sat on the floor.

"You're… not going to bother even trying to comprehend what just transpired?" Heimdall asked, reinforcing Loki's own curiosities as well.

"To be completely truthful, Heimdall, I forgot you were present." Loki remarked, as he turned to face him. Although he looked away when he remembered that Heimdall couldn't see his glare.

"I've lived with worse." Bruno said, as he shrugged at the man. The sympathetic look Mirabel gave to the man was nothing but genuine.

Loki was not about to question whether or not he was mad at him for erasing his memories.

"...Very well. I believe our next course of action to be-"

"…A vision." Bruno interjected, as he looked down and sighed. It didn't occur to Loki until now, that a vision from the seer would be tasking.

Not only had he refrained from commiting the ritual for a decade, but it would have a large toll on him mentally.

"Bruno… if you don't want to-" Mirabel tried to say softly, but she was interrupted by the mortal man.

"I will. I… I know why you want one. I would want one too, if…" He trailed off, as he tried to recollect his thoughts. But he instead started on another sentence.

"Luis… I…" He began. "Even if you are not from here… neither was I… I would still call you a… a good encanteño." He chuckled, but Loki saw his meaning.

Many of the Encantites were not from Encanto, anyway. Most of the older generation hailed from various cities and towns; Bogotá, Barranquilla, Medellin, San Gil, Ipiales…

…Asgard. Or maybe not actually Asgard, apparently.

Even if he hid his 'true' identity, nobody could tell him he was not an Encantite. He was Asgardian, and apparently also had some connection to Jotunheim… but he had lived in this place for as long as it had existed.

"For thirty five years, I… I thought I couldn't help my family. Would never be able to. And for ten years after, I thought the best way was to hide in the walls. Isolate myself…" The scruffy man said, as he fiddled with the front end of his ruana.

Loki knew that feeling all too well. Probably better than him. But he dared not to invalidate his sacrifice, solely for his own ego.

"Tío Bruno… Now you have a chance to help them. Help everyone. You just need to tell us what to do." Mirabel concluded, as she rested her hand on his shoulder.

"I see that now …Just gotta have a vision." He mumbled to himself quietly, but it was still heard by those in the room.

"How hard can that be?… Well anyway, we need to… get you out of the cell first, right?" The man said, as he stood up.

Loki stood up, and took a deep breath in. Using his magic, and walking through the door which separated them. Clearly frightening the mortals, as they took a few steps back from him.

"You… you could have done that the entire time?" Mirabel asked.

"Yes. My mother taught me."

"So you… willingly stayed in here?" She continued to inquire.

"Well, it's yet to have been two days…" He responded, as he dusted off his tunic and stood straight, silencing any further questions. "What do you need for a vision?"

"Well technically just an open space and a few buckets of sand, but… four handfuls of sage and/or tea leaves, a pile of normal leaves with kindling, a box of matches, and… some salt would be nice!" He said, as he chuckled nervously again, before his smile faded and his mouth remained slightly open.

Loki furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you need all of that for?" He asked calmly, as he awaited an explanation.

"It… wards off bad spirits… And helps with the suicide headaches."

Mirabel looked from Bruno to Loki with eyes wider than the void that separated the realms themselves. Her hands clasped in front of her, as she silently pleaded with the prince of Asgard.

He looked down to his feet, and sighed in defeat. "...Alright."

He took inventory of his personal pocket of warped invisible space. Realizing that he had a box of matches, and a large bundle of tea leaves which he used quite often.

The trickster god summoned a piece of paper and a quill, and listed down everything they needed. Marking off the items which he already had access to.


Buckets of sand

Tea leaves

Kindling/Normal leaves

Matches

Salt


"Ok… I have matches and tea leaves." He said, as he concealed his quill. "Of course, we still need sand, kindling, leaves, and salt."

"Leaves and kindling should be easy." Said Mirabel, as she stood to the right of her Tío. Left, from Loki's perspective.

"I have a large stash of salt in my den! And a few buckets, and my room itself is full of sand!" Bruno said with an excited, wildly open smile.

"Very good. I will accompany Bruno. My magic can shroud the two of us while we gather what we require."

"Well, let's go!" Mirabel said enthusiastically, as she motioned for them to follow her out the door.

As she placed her hands on the hook once used for boarding the door, she paused. "Wait… where will we meet up?"

"...Where the rainbow meets the mountain base."

"Farewell, Lau- …Odinson." Heimdall said, as the trickster god concealed himself and the scruffy mortal man. Not taking notice of the mistake the gatekeeper was inches from making.

It didn't take very long for the duo to gather the materials they needed.

A quick trip into Casita, where Bruno filled one of his shirt pockets with salt, while Loki gathered two of his buckets and filled them with the sand from his room.

The two met up in the courtyard, and Bruno followed him out of the house. Through a wall. Still being quite fascinated by the idea of being invisible to everything and everyone present around them.

"What if I-"

"Shh!"

The seer leaned into Loki's ear. "What if I touch something? Do I- Do I go through?" He asked quietly.

"No, that's in another class of spells entirely. Now be quiet, I've yet to cast the spell of falling on deaf ears!" He harshly whispered directly into his ear. "Or else a certain sobrina of yours will hear you!"

Loki mustered the magical energy required to shroud their sound from those in a specific proximity, and also from Dolores, and then motioned for Bruno to speak.

"...How can I see you? And you see me? And also according to some theories I read, if-if you went invisible you wouldn't be able to see any-"

"We're not literally invisible, Bruno. You haven't the understanding magic as I've." He said.

"...So what are we, then?"

"We're indistinguishable from how we were before. It's other's perceptions of us that I can manipulate." Loki began to explain, while Bruno stared at him with curious eyes, as they walked along the outskirts of the town.

"They cannot see us because I fooled their senses, not because light passes through us. Like you say, if I went literally invisible, we wouldn't be able to see anything either."

"So… we're still visible?" The dumbfounded man asked.

"Yes. They just don't see or hear us, because I force their senses to believe that."

This explanation seemingly satisfied the curious mortal, as he returned his gaze to the path ahead of him while they wandered to the Bifrost site from which he and two others had entered the valley from.

When they arrived, they found Mirabel waiting for them patiently. Seemingly examining the imprint which Bifrost had made on the grass, having not been there until Thor's deployment, and Heimdall's banishment shortly thereafter.

"Finally, you're here!" Mirabel groaned, as she approached the two.

"It's only been ten minutes." Loki stated, climbing the base as Bruno followed.

"Why did we meet here, exactly?" Bruno inquired.

"...Well, my hypothesis follows that because there is some of Asgar- …some of my people's magic present here, it will influence your vision." He said, gesturing with his hands as he stepped into the circle.

"...And why do we need that?" Bruno mumbled, as Loki gave him the buckets of sand which he had gathered.

Bruno traced the outer rim of the bifrost site, and added four much smaller circles to the center, all while Loki explained.

"Because whatever is transpiring is most definitely related to us. Our quest is currently to figure out why." He mused just barely loud enough for the others to hear, as he stood and stared at the markings in the ground.

An intricate lace of knotted Asgardian artwork, burnt into the ground with dark magic still resonating lightly from it.

The god summoned the tea leaves in his hands, and placed them into the four mounds of sand at the center. While Mirabel left a pile of sticks and leaves in between them.

"Matchbox, please." Bruno requested, as he sat down with his legs criss crossed. Accepting the box as Loki summoned it, and placed it in his hand.

The other two sat down, forming a triangle around the center of the site.

The superstitious seer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he grabbed a handful of salt out of his shirt pocket, and threw it over his shoulder.

He then opened his eyes again, as he apprehensively lit a match on the side of its box, which he then stored in his pocket.

The ritualist leaned in, using his free hand to follow the match to its side, and setting fire to the pile of kindling at the center.

He then disposed of the match, and exchanged it for a lit stick from the kindling, which he used to set alight the tea leaves in each of the four mounds.

Both of the other two present were watching with fascination.

Mirabel likely because she hadn't seen this type of ritual before.

Loki because he hadn't seen it in a very long time. It was an ancient form of ritualistic magic.

A ritual practiced to ward off bad spirits and guarantee luck, which when done by a mortal was typically ineffective… but with Bruno's precision and likely assisted by the fact that he had magic surging through his veins, the side effects began to show.

Or perhaps because they were sitting on a hotspot of dirt saturated by dark magic. That could also be a factor to his success.

The clouds began to encroach lightly; just barely enough to carpet the sun, as the winds picked up, and the leaves began to fall from the trees. Showing that the man had performed such a ritual often, and was quite adept at it.

"You might wanna hang on." Bruno motioned for the two to grab his hands, which they did willingly.

The seer took a deep inhale, holding it as though he was pushing firm against the mental boundaries of his mind.

Instantly, the sand surrounding the bifrost site was infested with an emerald green hue, as it rotated and spun upwards until it surrounded them.

A dome of sand swirling around them, green magic surging throughout the entirety.

The tea leaves and the sand that supported them were both sucked into the swirling mist as well, disintegrating into the dome. Although the scent only became more vivid.

The first image was a repeat of the last one; the candle being broken from below, and beginning to fade.

The next was of a crack scurrying through the town, and splitting the mountain. Would Thor really crack not just a mountain, but the entire valley?

Following was an image of Félix snatching a frightened Antonio into his arms, before his own door crushed him in the courtyard.

Lastly, the emerald image showed Mirabel standing in front of Casita, which was fracturing and repairing itself constantly.

"It's just the same thing…" Bruno said airily, as he struggled to catch his breath. Visions clearly exhausted him, but after ten years it was clearly on a scale yet to be seen before. "I've got to stop!"

"Surely there's more!" Loki demanded. Just then, Mirabel pointed to a yellow aura forming in the wall of the sand.

"There!"

"Butterfly! Follow the butterfly!" Bruno shouted, as the form cleared to reveal a fluttering golden mariposa. Which landed on a blade of grass next to two others.

A green figure then formed from the magic that swirled; a man holding a long, intricate metal staff. Engravings followed along it, as well as Asgardian runes.

The man was unrecognizable, but the staff most definitely wasn't.

The image shifted to show a severed arm which lay in the water, as the butterfly remained on the nearby blade of grass.

The subsequent snapshot of the future pictured a bolt of bright lightning, striking past the split mountain from a mass of formed clouds.

Lastly was Mirabel, and she was… seemingly fighting her oldest sister?

No… was she hugging her? Why did Loki find that even harder to believe?

"¿¡Isabela!?" The young adolescent exclaimed.

The sand dome collapsed, and a vision tablet formed into Bruno's hands, as he used it to shield himself from the falling sand. Leaving Loki and Mirabel to fend for themselves.

But when Loki looked up yet again, he did not mistake the impressively sharp scorn on Mirabel's face as she held an emerald shard.

An emerald shard which had come from a hole in the ground beneath her feet.