Hi everyone! I have to apologize for the lack of updates, but school started up again so I've been pretty busy with classes and homework. And as if that wasn't enough I got writers block and was unable to write down a single word. But to make up for it it's a bit longer than I've written them lately. And even though I'm not quite happy with it I hope it turned out alright and that you still enjoy it. I didn't want to make you wait even more! An enormous thank you to everyone for all the favorites, alerts and reviews, you are truly amazing! :D

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Loki gazed out over the valley, took in the sight of colorful cabins and demigods running for their lives. The sound of guns firing and the screams from the people who couldn't avoid the bullets filled his ears. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye he saw Torrington's grim face. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he didn't like the fact that demigods, perhaps even his brothers and sisters, were being shot at.

If the campers were lucky they would only get injured enough to put them out of fighting condition. If unlucky, well, the aim of his soldiers weren't always perfect. Sometimes a bullet that should've hit a leg or an arm, hit something that was vital to survive.

Loki had ordered his soldiers into the camp after a brief fight with the guarding dragon. It was fairly strong and was enough to handle monster attacks. A god though, a god wouldn't have any problems taking it down. If Loki had to guess he didn't think the camp had been in need of protection from the gods before. If they had the spells surrounding this place would've been much more powerful and the guard wouldn't have been a simple dragon.

The fighting had been going on for a while now and even if the children were skilled warriors, they didn't have a chance against long distance weapons moving quicker than they were able to move. A lot of them were lying down on the ground, unable to fight anymore and unable to crawl to safety. If they tried they was shot again until they couldn't move at all.

"My lord", Loki turned so he could see Alabasters facial expression, "I think the soldiers are done. There's no one fighting anymore." The God of Mischief let his eyes stray to take in the scene below him once again. Demigods was now lying on the green grass, dirtying it with their blood. The sobbing from many children reached his ears, even though he could see it was mostly from the youngest kids. The others had, most likely, been trained for a longer time and had already lived through the horrors of the outside world.

Loki was very much aware of the danger Midgardian demigods were in. They were never safe since the monsters followed their smell like bloodhounds. The first time he had noticed this problem was when Torrington had first joined forces with him. A bunch of Loki's mind controlled soldiers had been killed before he came up with a spell that was able to hide the smell of the demigod. Since then he had modified it to better suit his needs. Now he could hide at least seven demigods who was staying in the same place. He hoped it would be enough.

Which was an essentially part if his plan was going to work. He strode down the hill with his eyes scanning the teenagers. It was hard to distinguish who would best suit his purposes. But Torrington was following him, prepared to aid him.

They had already discussed what they would need. Perseus had been extremely helpful in that matter. The son of Poseidon had tried his best to refuse Loki's order, fighting for the safety of his friends. There had been no other choice than to use the spell he had used that time when he made Perseus kneel. It craved much energy since it wasn't an easy feat to make someone want something that went against their principles, but Loki had decided that it had to be done. He had needed that information about the camp and its residents.

So Perseus had kneeled on the floor and looked up at him with those green eyes of his and told him about his friends. The first one who had caught his interest was the daughter of Athena. He figured her genius would be very much helpful. It was also fortunate that the traitorous son of Hecate knew of her appearance, along with others he had seen during the Second Titan War.

"She is not here, my lord." Loki didn't allow himself to show his displeasure but his jaw clenched without him being able to stop it. Torrington must have seen it because he continued, "There are other sons and daughters of Athena here. We could just use one of them."

He gave a short nod and they continued their search. A teenage boy with blonde hair and grey eyes were pointed out to him and when he gave his approval, one of his soldiers took care of the boy who had blood soaking both his legs and his left arm.

The charm speaker was nowhere to find either, but it seemed the Norns was with him that day. A pleading voice begged one of Loki's soldiers to rescue her, to take her away. When he felt the power in those words he got interested immediately. If it hadn't been for the scepter's control the soldier would've obeyed her without a thought. Even Loki felt a sudden need to do exactly as this girl told him to.

He was able to shake it off, of course. If something as simple as that would stop him, then he wouldn't be worthy of his own powers. Loki told the soldier to bring her and she wailed when she heard the words.

"You can't do this! Let me go!"

Loki ignored her pitiful voice and began his search again. He was guided towards a place where it seemed a few of his men were having problems with the demigods. Loki caught glimpses of a black sword swinging through the air.

When they finally arrived he was met with the sight of a dark haired boy, fending off the soldiers with powerful swings of his sword. One of Loki's men had the unfortunate fate of being hit and his scream was ripped out of his lungs before it was quickly put to a stop and he fell down. The god of mischief narrowed his eyes. If he wasn't careful, it was possible that this blade could manage to kill even him.

As soon as the soldiers saw him they stepped aside to reveal a young boy, maybe around sixteen Midgardian years, with black hair and pale skin. Dark bruises under his eyes stood out in sharp contrast with his fair skin and even though he looked weak the air of death that surrounded him spoke of the opposite.

Loki could see how the boy quickly contemplated his options. He could also discern the moment the boy realized he didn't have any way out of this. The demigod tightened his grip on his sword and his body slipped into a fighting position that was very similar to the one Loki himself had.

Like a snake he attacked, swung his sword with the intention to slash the god's stomach. Hadn't he been a god he would've been hit. As it was, he was able to block it with his scepter before the onyx black weapon touched his skin. His attacker didn't even blink, most likely used to fighting beings with faster reflexes than himself. Loki's lips curved into a nasty smile. He was going to enjoy this.

The both males fought inside the circle Loki's men had formed. Loki hadn't been hit yet but it had been a close call a few times. His opponent wasn't so lucky though. Blood trickled down his left arm from a deep cut and he also suffered from his bullet wounds. It was impressing really, how this small little half-mortal could keep pace with a god even though he was injured. It spoke lengths about the strength this boy possessed.

But, this fight had to come to an end. Because Loki didn't have much more time to spare until it was discovered what he had done and he didn't want to be here when that happened. If he remembered correctly the Greek gods were pretty possessive of their children. With a quick twist of his hand he passed the young demigods guard and succeeded in touching him in the chest with the tip of his staff.

His body froze and the dark eyes turned the signature luminous blue color of a person who had been in contact with the scepter. He blinked once and then his body lost it's tension. Loki smirked. It was unfortunate that he hadn't had time enough to check the rest of the Greek children, but those he had picked would had to do.

He ordered his men to gather the captured demigods closer while they waited on the plane that would take them back to the base. Everything would've been so much easier if he had been able to teleport them all back to headquarters, but sadly, it wasn't possible to teleport that many people without an outer help of some sort. If he had access to the Bifrost it would've been ideal, but it hadn't been fixed after Thor had destroyed it and of course, Loki wasn't sure Heimdal would even let him through.

The roar of an aircraft in the distance announced that their ride was almost there. It came closer and closer and when it finally landed the soldiers quickly carried the two still struggling demigods aboard. Loki and the remaining demigod began to walk inside too when a yell was heard.

"Nico! Come back! NICO!" The panicked cry died out when the door closed. Loki had only been able to catch a glimpse of a teenage boy with hair the color of straw and sky-blue eyes filled with despair.