Chapter 5.
In the darkness, The Presence heard screams. Screams of delightful terror that penetrated its very core, and it reveled in them. Coiling itself about in a mist that undulated and filled the inky blackness around itself.
Tasting fear so delightful, it stretched out its mind to caress the last remnants of the emotion with those mist like tendrils.
A sudden jolt caused the body The Presence created to blink black eyes and curl its pale legs up to its chest into a fetal position, muscles contracted, relaxed and the body rested again, becoming still.
Fear, and screams, how wonderful they tasted on his lips. Like overripe fruit waiting to be ripped from the vine.
Its consciousness invaded the body making itself at home in the fragile shell and it slept, dreaming of the time it would rip the soul from the girl and hear her screams fill his ears as he destroyed everything she cared about.
Soon, but for now, sleep and wait.
So very soon.
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I woke up slowly, and immediately mentally began taking stock of everything around me as my brain started kicking over.
I was nested in the bed back in the room they gave me, my head propped on the pillows, the blankets pulled up to my chin with my hands gently crossed over my stomach. I felt no pain despite remembering breaking my arm, andI remembered that I could heal quickly and tried not to groan. I wanted to roll to the side but my body refused to cooperate. No pain, but I did however feel a nagging hunger and thirst. I tried again to move, but nothing in my body would cooperate with me.
Slowly my hand began to come back to life, and I pushed the blankets down to see Thor and Fandral talking softly by the fireplace as Sif paced the floor worriedly. She waked and turned on her heel as she paced, glancing at everyone in the room, and chewing at her thumbnail. Loki was the only one who looked vaguely relaxed as he sat on the couch reading my copy of The Martian.
I took in a breath and licked my lips, my head swam at the small exertion and my tongue felt so dry and cracked I didn't think I could speak at all. Sif looked over at me and saw that my eyes were open and she stopped her pacing immediately and looked back at me.
"She's awake." Sif said and the other three in the large space looked up at me and Loki closed the book on his finger to hold his place.
I was wearing a clean, white silk shift with bloused cuffs and I hoped internally none of the men in the room saw me nude, but some part of me knew that Sif would have thrown them out into the hall.
She and I were tight like that.
A nagging thirst made my train of thought derail, leaving no survivors and Sif and Frandal came in close to my bed.
"She is still cold." Sif said as she sat on the bed and took my hand in hers as she gently brushed my hair out of my face.
"She will be until she is fully rested." Loki said and went back to the book, casually turning a page and crossing his feet at the ankles. I wanted to call him an asshole and yell at him to put the book down, but I wanted something more, and the expenditure of energy to take a cheap shot felt like it would be too much.
'Water." I managed to croak out with a dry voice, Fandral filled a cup and held my head as I drained it and looked at him for more. He returned to the pitcher and filled the cup again and gave me the cup, testing me to see if I had the strength to hold it by myself. My fingers cooperated and I held the cup and drank from it again, licking my lips and coughing a bit when some of the water went down the wrong pipe.
"What happened, and please tell me that Fandral did not change my clothes." I said as Sif adjusted a pillow behind my head so that I could sit up more, I took another drink from the cup. Loki snorted and looked up from my book looking amused.
"We took you to Eir." Thor said as he walked toward the bed, shooting Loki a glare as he passed him. I drank again, the desert in my mouth starting to turn back into a wetland.
"You could not be woken and it was the only action at the moment that seemed wisest." Thor added and I sank back into the pillow as my head swam. I felt bad about what I saw on his face, he was beating himself up for me getting hurt, and in the end I owned half the mistake.
"Did you tell Odin about the ruins we found?" I asked them, trying to change the subject and everyone except Loki looked at me with various looks of kids who got scolded by an adult.
"He was angry on hearing of your injury." Fandral said and the look on my face must have said it all because Sif gave my hand a squeeze as my heart sank into my knees.
"Someone should tell the Allfather of her improved condition." Sif said and all eyes went to Fandral who silently protested, fear crossing his face.
"You are the only one he did not verbally beaten and called an imbecile." Loki said helpfully and continued reading the book, turning the page casually and glancing up briefly.
"Point taken," Fandral said and took the now empty cup from my hand when there was a loud knock on the door. Thor opened it, and stiffened. Loki looked over and closed the book on his finger, standing up quickly while hiding the battered book behind his back. Sif smoothed the duvet over me and moved more hair out of my face trying to make me look presentable, and Odin entered the room.
"She is awake and speaking Allfather." Thor said and I tried to sit up more, but was still too weak to move much and my head spun. Odin fixed his one eye on Loki who swallowed and gave a nod to Odin in recognition, his eyes looked down in shame and I noticed it feeling bad for Loki in that moment. I recognized that expression and remembered me struggling at four to please my own father and failing.
Odin moved to the side of my bed, and his face softened as he put his hand my forehead gently. He took in a sad breath, and smiled kindly at me.
"It is good to see you are well Child." He said and his hand rested again on my cheek. "You are still chilled though, and may need time to recover from your incident."
"It was my fault…." I began but he cut me off and sighed.
"You do not need to take any blame for their foolishness, rest now." He crossed his hands in front of him and I still wanted to protest his treatment of Thor and Loki.
"It was my idea to explore the ruins though." I blurted out and my head swam again, making me stop speaking and taking several breaths.
"What ruins?" Odin then asked everyone in the room.
"A temple of some kind in the North Woods, she found a path that led back to it. It was interesting, and Lilliana is quite gifted with her mind Allfather." Sif said, and Odin looked genuinely curious as he turned to Loki, he shifted and looked up arrogantly as he spoke.
"Possibly a primitive Tribal House of worship." Loki said and shifted on his feet. "I intend to allow her to rest tomorrow, so I may go down to The Archives for any record of this. It should be noted that she speaks and reads the old language quite adeptly, she is intelligent at best."
Odin looked at me and made a sound that indicated he was impressed and he lifted my hand up in his and I worried for a moment he was going to be angry with me, instead he looked down at me and ran his thumb over the rings on my fingers as he thought and smiled.
"Who taught you how to speak and read this language?" Odin asked me and I searched his face briefly for a motive, and did not find one.
"My school on Earth, they taught it along with theology." I said and sighed heavily.
"Mortals are far cleverer than you previously thought Father." Thor said and Odin regarded him for a moment and did not hide his annoyance at the sound of Thor's voice.
"With all respect intended." Thor added quickly and Odin looked back down at me, pale and helpless.
"So many facets to this small woman, a jewel in so cut with skill so you will never see all the strikes of the hammer and chisel. Turn it one way and the shine is no less brilliant by age." He said and turned to leave. "Rest and recover Lady Lilliana, and do not allow me to hear from Eir or anyone else here that you are in the infirmary again."
Odin walked to the door and motioned silently for Thor to walk with him and I sank back into my nest of pillows and sighed as they both left the room.
Loki sat back down on the couch and opened the book again to his place to continue reading, acting as if nothing had actually happened to begin with. Sif filled the cup again and Fandral brought me a tray of food setting it on my lap and I picked at it slowly, some of the food ended up in my mouth.
"You can borrow it if you want." I said to Loki and he glanced up at me coolly and then returned to the book as if I had not said anything to begin with, he turned the page silently, and I rolled my eyes.
"He is trying to irk you." Sif said and glared at him, Fandral took my hand gently and held it in both of his close to his chest.
"I must leave you dear Lady," He said smiling down at me. "But please know that I shall have my thoughts on your recovery."
He released my hand patting it and I tried not to groan at him. I rolled my eyes to punctuate the groan, and Loki gave a low chuckle from his spot. Sif looked at the ceiling and rested her hands on her hips.
"Are you ever going to give up?" I asked him as he turned to leave and he glanced back at me and smiled.
"Tenacity is my worst quality." He winked at me and I threw a pillow as he went to open the door and caught him between the shoulders, Sif threw her head back and laughed and even Loki smiled as he looked up from the book to observe the action. Loki stood himself, stretching cat like and tucked the book under his arm but his face stayed calm and collected.
"I shall return this to you," Loki said as he moved to leave. "I find myself interested in how this, Mark Watney, survives his ordeal."
"Loki finds himself fascinated in something of Midguard?" Sif asked incredulously. "Someone needs to truly mark this day."
"I celebrate intelligence Sif." Loki said and sighed. "The Little Mouse has proven that she has it, otherwise I would leave her to flounder and not take on the task of teaching her at all. However, she still is crude and has yet to prove to be anything more."
"Just pretend I am not here, no problem asshole." I said and I threw a second pillow at Loki and it bounced off his shoulder. He glared at me and I glared back, daring him to pull something. The standoff ended as he grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Also, I told you to stop calling me that, and I change for no one. Get used to it jerk face." I said holding another small pillow in my hand and was ready to launch another attack.
"I will be in the archives tomorrow." He said sighing. "Rest and we shall begin the day after, you are not so protected that you cannot be punished for insolence."
He said and I launched the pillow at him, but this time he stepped sideways and it missed him. Sif took the tray off my lap and I turned my head to try and grab some grapes before she cleared everything away when a pillow hit me in the side of my head.
'Loki!" I shrieked and he cocked his head at me with a sheepish smile.
"Both of you stop it," Sif warned and I lay back against the bed. "You were leaving Loki?"
She crossed her arms and he turned and left the room as Sif picked up a pillow off he ground. She put the pillows back behind me and I groaned as I began feeling tired again, and wanted to drift off to sleep.
"Stop provoking him, Loki can become unmercifully cruel if you push him too far." She warned and sat next to me on the bed. "I count you as a friend, and I don't want you to get hurt."
She took my hand and gently held it, her eyes concerned as she looked down at me. I gave her a weak smile back and I laughed.
"I will lay off him," I said and she looked relieved. "I promise, but you have to admit that I was a good shot with that pillow."
"You were, but I will still worry about you. I do not like you being put under his charge, he cannot be trusted and I hope that you keep your guard up around him." He said and I sighed and looked up at her.
"I will be careful Sif, I promise." I said and she smiled.
"Good, I have training tomorrow, but will check on you in the afternoon. Thor and Fandral will be in Vanaheim to offer assistance in cleaning up the remnants of the Civil War there; perhaps you will get to meet Volstagg when they return."
"Is Volstagg a flirt too?" I asked her yawning.
"No, but he may help keep Fandral off of you." She replied and I settled back into the nest of pillows and blankets, my eyes involuntarily closed and I barely heard Sif before I fell back into dreamless sleep.
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The next morning I woke up to see Aimee standing next to my bed and looking very nervously down at me. She trembled wide eyed, and stayed silent.
"I'm still alive Aimee," I sighed and rolled over onto my back to stretch and rubbed my eyes. "Stop worrying about me, I am not made of glass."
I looked at her and stretched again, letting the blankets pool around my waist as I glanced at her, but she still looked nervously at me.
"Lady." She said in a voice that was barely a whisper and pointed at the couch. I turned my head to see Loki reclined on it and looking at various scrolls and flipping pages in a book as he read from it earnestly.
"Good afternoon." He said not looking up at me and I scrambled to pull the blankets over me, I panicked and I threw a pillow at him followed by another.
"OUT!" I shouted at him and he caught one pillow in mid air and the other one hit him in the face, I pointed at the door and he stood up and tossed the pillow in his hand back on the foot of the bed as he moved to leave, glaring at me in irritation.
"I will wait in the hall until you are properly dressed," he gestured to the scrolls and books as he opened the door. "I found much that may be of interest to you in The Archives."
He opened the door behind him as he vanished through it and I looked at Aimee who was shaking her head at me worried.
"He was here when I came in." Aimee said quickly, shivering as she spoke.
"He just sat there studying those old texts, I was frightened." She blurted out. I calmly took a few breaths and smiled at her as she look around nervously, I climbed out of the bed and hugged her.
"I am pretty sure his bark is worse than his bite Aimee," I said and grinned. "Go get my bath ready please and after I am dressed find things to do, I want you to stay until Sif gets here."
She nodded at me and I sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze and she smiled at me.
"On the upside, if he tries anything, you get to see how tough I am." She smiled at the thought and went behind the screen to prepare my bath as I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
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Loki waited patiently in the hall as Lilliana bathed and dressed, he had gone to The Archives before dawn and found no information on the ruins to his frustration, but he did find information on the Illendrial and felt it pertinent to share it with her. He was frustrated when he found her still asleep when he opened her door carrying his load of books and scrolls and deposited them onto the couch. He let his irritation dissipate remembering her ordeal the previous day and sat and waited when the Chambermaid entered and yelped seeing him sitting and patiently looking through everything he had found.
He fumed internally at her scolding him again, and who was she to throw things at him, who did the girl think she was, that she thought herself better than him. It was a great irritation to him to be treated as a servant, she was a silly Midguardian, she should respect him in all ways. She should respect the power that he was, and be more penitant toward him.
She would probably tell Sif of his being there while she slept and that would be entertaining at best to see Sif rage at him, but he would deal with that when it occurred. The Chambermaid however, that stupid little girl. Staring at him like she was afraid, and with good reason. Constantly watching and cowering away like a beaten animal made him smile, she knew true respect and he commanded that he be shown it in his very presence. But she also did not give him the respect he demanded of them, she edged around him as she worked. Shaking and trying not to look at him, but when she did, she stared and it irritated him more.
Staring at him like he was a monster.
He adjusted his black tunic quietly and began to feel impatient, he was not one to wait and he had to adjust to being forced to be patient since the stripping of his status following his crimes. He looked at his hands and a guard walked by glaring at him, he glared back silently, his already cloudy mood growing stormy as he adjusted his vest on his shoulders.
Perhaps the information he had would convince her that he could be an ally to her, and then he could plant the seeds in her mind that would begin swaying her. Once her usefulness was over, getting rid of her would be easy. He would dump her in the hands of The Collector, and he could do with her as he wanted.
Behind him, the door to the chamber opened and the Chambermaid looked down at the floor cautiously as he watched.
"She is ready." She said and moved aside to allow him to enter, before he walked past the girl he stopped and she flinched away as he regarded her.
"Stay and report that nothing improper occurred." He commanded, using his gifts and the girl nodded obediently.
Loki entered the room and saw her dressed in a sky blue dress with gossamer sleeves that hung gracefully from her pale arms, the high collar looked regal on her as her hair fell in ebony waves and curls down her back a gold circlet held her hair out of her face. She looked on and turned so that the sun shone off her hair and the clothes looked flattering on her, draping gracefully on her thin frame. He looked at her as she turned slowly, her graceful fingers running over the page in front of her. She was looking down at one of the scrolls, reading it her eyes scanning the page, and carefully holding the ancient vellum so she would not damage it. She set the scroll down and picked up a book and held it in her arms as she read the page and her face looked sad and confused at the same time. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and worried at it in thought with her teeth, the sadness in her eyes becoming more and more evident as she read.
His thoughts turned strangely gentle toward the fragile creature in front of him, and he let his eyes study the gentle curve of her cheek, and arch of upper lip, and the careful lines that created the expression as she pulled her lower lip into her mouth again and she bit it.
He cleared his throat and she looked up from the book and carefully set it back down where she found it and looked as if she were about to loose control of herself. She turned in the flat shoes she wore and paced for a bit, putting her hand to her forehead in thought and took a few breaths. Her small, long fingered hands folding and unfolding as she thought and she looked sadly down at the papers and back up at him.
"Where did you find all this?" She asked him, and Loki noticed that lost look in her eyes again. I look he once had a few years ago when his own world came crashing down around him and he learned a terrible truth about himself.
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I was dumbstruck by what I was reading about myself, I scanned another scroll, having to push a flowing sleeve out of my way to bend and pick up a book that was probably older than Christianity when he walked back in. I read a bit from the Illuminated Text and he cleared his throat to get my attention. My Latin was rusty, but I got the point of the words in front of me.
"Where did you find all this?" I asked him, and he studied me briefly before speaking.
"In The Archives." He replied and I looked around me and picked up another scroll but it was written in a language I could not understand. I put it down carefully and sat on the couch to sift through the papers and books, taking in information from everything around me.
"I thought no one knew for sure what I was and that it was all legend." I said picking at my hand nervously as I stood up and began pacing back and forth. "Why was I lied to, this is all written out and pretty damn clear here. Why not just fucking tell me?"
I stared at Loki and wanted to throw something really bad, my nails dug into the back of my hand, drawing blood and immediately began healing. I studied his expression, and his face gave me nothing but pity and I became more and more irritated.
"What the hell is wrong with everyone here, stop pitying me and give me some answers or get the hell out!" I screamed and pointed at the door angrily and a burst of energy shot out of my hand causing a vase to explode, I jumped back and looked at what I did, wide eyed and covered my mouth with me hand.
"Damnit!" I said as Aimee who was putting new sheets on the bed yelped in shock. "I did not mean to do that, I am a freaking idiot."
I sighed and walked out onto the balcony and sat down on a chaise lounge unable to hold back the frustrated tears that came.
I heard Aimee begin cleaning up the remnants of the vase and a hand rested on my shoulder gently, I shrugged it away but it returned. I looked up at Loki and saw him offering me a cloth and I took it and used it to mop my face. He sat down on the Chaise across from me and let me have time to collect myself.
"I don't know why Odin omitted all this," he began and sat back slightly as I glared at him. "Perhaps he was not aware of these texts himself. I only found them myself this morning to be honest, and I thought they would give you some answers." I sniffed and wiped my nose as Aimee brought a tray of food out to us setting it on the table.
"I need to fetch some supplies to finish cleaning up the vase." She said and I nodded and she left us both sitting on the balcony as she finished more tasks in the room.
"I'm a monster…" I began but Loki stopped me before I could continue my thought.
"No." He said firmly. "You are a scared girl, nothing more, I know of monsters and you are not one."
"Don't handle me with kid gloves. I know what I am, and I am so tired of everyone looking at me, and making me out to be this great thing when I don't even know what I am." I snapped at him and he pinched his lips together and sighed through his nose.
"You, as scared. You grew and thought yourself one thing, to have the curtain pulled back and forced to realize what you really are. Nothing more." He said and I frowned as he picked through the tray of food next to me. "Are you hungry?"
He picked up and apple and cut it in half with a knife from the tray in his long fingered hand and offered me one of the halves. I took it and bit into the half as he reached into his vest and pulled a leather bound book out of his inner pocket as I sniffed again and wrapped my arms around myself.
"I want you to read this," he said. "Maybe you could use some of the philosophies and teachings in your learning, use them to control your powers."
I took the book and carefully opened it and began eating my half of the apple, and read a paragraph from it and closed it gently.
"Thanks," I said and finished my apple. "I guess we can't have me going around blowing up vases or Fandral every time I get annoyed." I could tell he was imagining Fandral exploding because he gave a soft laugh and smiled. I returned the laugh nervously as he watched me and I looked around at everything but him.
"No, I imagine we cannot have that." He said and wiped his hand on a cloth after taking my piece of core and placing it on the tray. He then took a hold of my hands in his and held them palms up in his and I tried to jerk them back feeling uncomfortable at the contact, but he slid his thumbs into my palms and held them fast.
"What are you doing?" I asked suddenly and he looked at my hands and looked at me calmly as I sat back a bit and tried to put more space between us.
"Concentrate on your power," he instructed me and I did as I was told, and took in a breath as his hands cradled mine and eventually fell away from mine.
"Picture in your mind and concentrate on any animal you wish. Breathe and concentrate on it, see its body, and hear its heart beat, see it if it has tooth or claw, and hold the image. Give it form and see it where you want it to be in your hands, give it life and let it form." Between my hands a blue glow began and I continued to concentrate and I could feel a surge of power build in my chest.
"See it and give it breath and life." In my cupped hands, a small brown bird formed and I looked at it amazed. I let out a nervous laugh and it perched on my thin fingers and began twittering, its small black eyes blinking at me as it sang me a song.
"I did this?" I asked Loki in disbelief and he smiled at me a chuckled as he leaned back on his elbow.
"You did." He replied and I laughed as it stretched its wings and flew about the balcony and landed back on my hand. I thought about making it vanish and it faded away in a puff of blue energy.
"I can't believe I did that." I said, and he tipped his head and knitted his brows as he looked at me.
"Why can't you believe you created an illusion of a bird? It is the simplest form of magic and power." He said and created a bird himself in his hand.
"Try something else." He said challenging me and I put my hand out and made a butterfly that flitted around my head and vanished again.
"Can I make a Bilgesnipe chase Fandral next time he flirts with me." Loki laughed at the thought as he put a strawberry in his mouth, and I turned my head to look at the door when I heard it open and saw Sif walked into the room.
"If you do, make sure I can see it Little Mouse." He said and Sif stopped short when she saw the broken vase. She then saw Loki and drew her sword as she walked forward. I jumped up as she approached, a look of threat and anger crossing her face. I tried to stop her and explain, but she swung the sword around and I had to duck as she pointed it directly at Loki to avoid loosing my head.
"What happened in there?" She demanded and looked at me for any sign of injury, and I looked at her wide eyed.
"I broke it," I said putting my hand on her sword wrist and she looked at me suspiciously. "New hobby, I blow up vases when I get bored."
I shrugged and she lowered her sword and looked at the wide eyed Aimee for clarification, who nodded at Sif and she sighed. What can I say, I have a gift for diffusing a bad situation with sarcasm and humor.
"It is true Lady Sif," Aimee said. "The vase was but an accident on the part of Lady Lilliana, she lost control of her powers." Sif relaxed and put her sword back and grabbed my shoulders, her concern was painfully obvious as she searched my face.
"Did he threaten you, hurt you in any way that you had to defend yourself?" She asked and I heard Loki groan.
"No." I said and squirmed as the tips of her fingers dug into my right shoulder, recognizing she was hurting me she released my shoulders and grabbed me into a hug and my face banged against her breastplate.
"I'm sorry." She whispered and I returned the hug allowing the tension in my back to ease bit by bit.
"Uh…..Sif…..I need to breathe." I said and she pulled away laughing at my joke and I grabbed her hand and made her sit next to me on the chaise.
"You have to see what Magic Dance taught me." I said and held my hand out so she could watch as a little brown mouse formed and began rubbing it's little front paws together and scurried up my arm and under my hair and down to my other hand, it tickled my neck and I squirmed at the contact a bit, but Sif looked amused. She smiled and touched the little mouse in my hand, and Loki sighed not hiding his exasperation at his new nickname.
"Magic Dance?" He said and I gave him a sheepish smile as the mouse vanished from my hand.
"You call me Little Mouse, so I am going to call you Magic Dance until you stop." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and grinned at me, this time his smile was genuine and his blue eyes sparkled.
"We will see who gives up the game first Little Mouse."
"Challenge accepted Magic Dance." I said and threw a little sass his way, Sif laughed and shook her head and as she spoke.
"This is going to be interesting, very interesting." She said and laughed again.
"Don't make me start calling you Xena Warrior Princess." I warned and picked up a small meat sandwich from the tray and took a cautious bite.
"What is he doing alone with you in your chambers?" She eyed him suspiciously and I swallowed quickly and came to my own defense.
"We were not alone," I said feigning shock. "Aimee was here, and he found stuff about me in the Archives, you have to see how much. It is really weird to be honest."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room and showed her the books and scrolls on the couch and floor, she picked up a scroll as Loki followed us into the room, and she frowned at it as she read from the paper thoughtfully.
"The Allfather said little was known about you." She said and looked at Loki.
"Yeah, a real kick in the damn teeth huh?" I said and looked at her.
"They were rather dusty and buried in a stack, possibly forgotten about." He said and Sif sat down on the couch as Loki pushed a high backed chair up and Aimee brought the tray of food in for us from the patio.
"Maybe we should show these to Odin, we show him the proof and he will have to tell me what he knows." I said quickly and Loki shook his head.
"Every one of these texts point toward your being a weapon of power, what if he decides to use you as such?" He said and sat in the chair as I moved some of the texts aside and sat on the couch, looking to Sif for guidance.
"She doesn't resemble a sword, but I see your point Loki. However, what is to stop anyone of using her for their gain?" She said and looked directly at him as she read. "This one is fascinating; it says that you have the ability to travel between points on a map at will."
"Really?" I asked and read over her shoulder, thinking hard and closing my eyes and opened them from the other side of the bed. Both Loki and Sif gaped at the place I was once sitting on the couch, I picked up a pillow and threw it at Loki and it hit him on the back and he turned to see me standing in my spot. I laughed and picked up another pillow and vanished to appear next to him and swung the pillow at him and it caught him in the chest and then vanished again to stand on the other side of the couch.
He frowned at me and picked up the pillow on the floor and threw it at me, and I vanished again to appear next to him before the pillow hit me and knocked him in the back of the head again with the one I held. I laughed and nearly fell over and Sif looked at us amused and I hit him again and vanished to appear back next to the bed and laughed even harder.
"You best up your pillow combat game boy." I said and he rolled his eyes at me. "This is going to be so awesome for pranks." I said and vanished again and appeared sitting in the chair that Loki pulled over.
"How did you do that?" Sif asked and Loki looked interested as well.
"I just pictured where I wanted to go and I let my body drift, it feels kind of weird though like a tugging sensation in my stomach." I said and vanished from the chair and appeared on the couch making Sif jump a bit. I laughed and tapped my feet on the floor.
"Clever." Loki said impressed, "You are beginning to get control over your gifts, but may I ask you to not use that particular on to go places you are not familiar with until you master it? The results of a mistake could be disastrous in the interim."
"Like?" I asked him raising an eyebrow.
"You could reappear in a wall or a door, or even in the middle of a situation that is unsafe." He replied and sat down in the chair and brought his hand up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"All right Yoda, I will not use The Force until I master it. Your Padawan will obey the Jedi Code." Sif looked at me and Aimee even stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
"Star Wars reference, completely over your heads." I said and picked another sandwich off the tray and took a bite of it.