Lilith hunkered down next to an upturned table. Hoping to remain small and unnoticed among the staff and shoppers that had been unfortunate enough to have been in the square at the time the would-be God had showed himself. He stood proud and arrogant as he surveyed the people that cowered before him. Some huddled in groups around the overturned tables and chairs. Some sat alone, silent. A few frightened whimpers could be heard, and He seemed pleased with this. "Yes, that's right. Cower in fear before me." He preached. "For I am your king!" his eyes roved over the crowd searching for something, someone. His eyes rested upon Lilith and a smile creased his lips. "You, stand. stand for your king." Their eyes met and Lilith shrank away from him. "Come to me." He spoke coldly.
"But I'm… I'm just a gopher..." she stuttered,
"A gopher?" he quirked a questioning eyebrow, "Prey do tell. what is a gopher?" his intimidating stare held her, and she said nothing.
"Speak woman, I asked you a question."
"A, a go for... I run errands, I go for this, I go for that... a go for."
He chuckled, clearly amused. "I get it now, a go for. That's cute." Lilith didn't share his humour, she just stared at him, afraid.
"Now come to me." Still Lilith refused to move.
He motioned with a wave of his hand. Two men dressed in military uniform advanced on her. Glancing around, Lilith realised there was nowhere to run. She did not fight as strong hands forced her wrists behind her. Both men held her tightly. The would-be God sharply tapped his staff to the ground. A high-pitched whine filled the air, swiftly a cyclone of whirling colour appeared in front of him. It started small, about the size of a large orange, reds merging into browns, blues merged into purple then to pink, still the swirling whirlwind grew. within seconds the portal had expanded to a vertical pool of liquid colour.
"Bring her." the would-be God ordered before stepping into the vortex. Upon his words and realising that this Loki's intent was to take her through that portal with him, Lilith struggled against the two men planting her feet onto the ground and pulling against them, it was pointless. She already knew this, but she still had to try. The men holding Lilith obeyed their master, shoving her roughly to the shimmering gateway, she doubled her efforts as they drew level with it.
"Please, no!" she begged. "No, don't take me there." The men said nothing and stared forward with blank expressions. Feeling soil under her feet, Lilith tried to dig her heels into the soft earth. this only caused the men to grip her tighter, their fingers painfully pressing into her skin. "Stop!" She begged, "why won't anyone hel.." her words lost to the crowd as she was forced through the pool of sparkling liquid.
Her breath caught in her throat as the coldness engulfed them.Frigid air washed over her bare skin and a biting wind buffeted her body. Shivering she fought back the wave of nausea that threated to overpower her and tried to stay on her feet. Almost thankful for the hypnotised men holding her up. Lilith's heart sank as she looked about her. Everything was blanketed in white. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was snow. Deep, Fluffy, freezing snow, Rolling hills of it, as far as the eye could see.
Loki was waiting for them a few feet away. he watched the woman for a moment and spoke. "The sickness will pass, a small side effect of using the portal."
"wh-where are we?" Lilith asked through chattering teeth, "its so… cold." He did not answer.
Loki covered the distance between them in one stride. "Bind her hands." he ordered before removing his cloak, he waited as his mind washed minions snapped cuffs over her wrists Then wrapped the garment around her. Loki was a good foot taller than her and the cape swamped her, even though Lilith flinched at his touch she was thankful for the warmth. her nose was filled with the smell of him. wafts of something woody and masculine yet sweet. The smell of sweat. oil, gunpowder. It was overwhelming and she fought to remain standing. Suddenly it become to much, her vision swam, her legs weak, the mere effort of standing to hard. She toppled forward, falling into Loki's arms. Loki looked down at her with disdain, an insult hovered on his lips, that was until he realised the woman had fainted. Sighing loudly, he bundled the woman up in his cloak, "weak mortal." He muttered as he lifted her unconscious form into his arms.