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THE RISE OF LOKI, GOD OF MISCHIEF

CHAPTER XXI : Trickster Tricked

[Loki is sent spying on Jotunheim to find out the truth about the threat of war against the Mountain Giants. Teaming up with a seiðr user, Eisa, she tells him something is following him since his arrival in Jotunheim. After going through the Crossway and facing his worst fears, deepest wounds and memories they infiltrate the fortress of Utgard, they find out that the Giants want war more than ever and after killing the Mountain Giants' prince, they escape. Odin and Fornjótr both prepare themselves for the battle to come. The two advance to join the Asgardians but find themselves into the Iron Woods, prisoner from the witch Hyrokkin. She sends them into a wicked Hunt for her amusement but afterLoki killed several of her wolves, she hunts them down herself before diving a knife into Eisa's back Het gets rid of Hyrokkin thanks to some mysterious magical mist and Heiðr's intervention. The next morning, he sees the Asgardian troops but he's stabbed before being able to join them.]

When Loki came back to himself, the first thing he was aware of was the headache and the pain in his back. He moaned before realizing that his wound had been healed enough that it wouldn't bleed out – but it was still there and hurting. He blinked open his eyes, his vision blurry. He was sitting against a tree; his hands were attached behind his back. Brows furrowed, he looked over his shoulder, and saw magical Asgardian handcuffs – the same as ordinary handcuffs but used with seiðr so that they could also be attached to something else if necessary; in this case it was a tree.

"Awake princess?"

Loki looked up and saw Eisa sitting on a fallen trunk a few meters away from him. She was carefully washing her dagger blade with a tissue.

His jaw dropped before he tried once again to get free, but he couldn't. He glared at the woman who was ignoring him completely.

The last thing Loki remembered was seeing the Asgardian troops before being stabbed in his back. He looked up quickly towards the plains, now empty. No more soldiers or Asgardians – they had moved forward, not realizing that their prince was in danger here.

Loki clenched his jaw and fists, rage surging within him. He had been so close to them, to joining his brother and sharing everything he knew about the Mountain Giants, but the seiðr user had intentionally stopped him.

He thought back about everything he knew – or thought he knew – and stared at her viciously. She had played him all along.

"That's you. You're the spy," Loki said with a hard voice.

The tissue stopped moving and Eisa looked back at him. Her green eyes now looked deadly cold and dangerous – like the fiery vision he had seen in the Labyrinth.

"Finally… You understood at last. I'm either an amazing actress, or you're a complete fool," she replied, her voice mocking and glacial.

"Let me go." Loki ordered, eyes narrowing at her.

"Why would I do that?" She asked with a chuckle, "I've got you right where I wanted from the beginning. I won't let you go so easily, Loki."

Loki didn't answer, too furious and hurt. His heart was burning in raging flames and his blood was boiling. He wanted only one thing: to surge at her and break her neck. Eisa had used him, manipulated him, and attacked him. She had lied to him from the beginning, spying on him.

But he wouldn't let her get what she wanted, and he needed to find answers. Why did she act like that? If she was the spy, then she could have killed him weeks ago, even before going to Jotunheim. She saved him many times. Why? What was her goal?

"What do you want from me exactly, Eisa?" Loki inquired with an icy voice, "Is that even your real name?"

He managed to grab a tool hidden in his coat with his long fingers as he spoke.

In silence and as discreetly as possible, Loki straightened up, as if he were trying to sit more comfortably, all the while slowly picking the handcuff's lock with his hook. Loki had done this many times in training, just like Thor, but it was always more complicated in a real-life situation.

Eisa – or whatever her real name was – didn't seem to notice anything. She smiled at him. The same sweet smile he had never understood.

"Do you really think I would use my real name? And be caught at the mere sound of it?" She asked, "No, I've lied about everything, Loki. Nothing you know about me is true. I've made myself a new identity, just for you…"

"I'm flattered. But now that you have revealed your real intentions, why not share your real name with me?" He asked with a sly grin that showed his bitterness.

"You know nothing of my real intentions. And I have many names."

She paused before sliding her finger against her blade, brushing it almost delicately.

"Some call me 'Bringer of Sorrow'… Or… Angrboða," she finally said, her bright cold eyes meeting Loki's furious ones.

He clenched his jaw so hard he felt his teeth clattering. He had heard the rumours and stories about this witch who was never caught and never failed her missions as a spy. Wherever she was going, death and sorrow would follow.

Loki lowered his head, thinking about all of her sweet words and nice intentions. Her pretty smiles and beautiful eyes. How she had looked so innocent, shy and caring. It had all been an illusion, a face she had made just for him to fall in her trap.

"But not to worry, you will not die – not yet," Eisa said with a smile, "My Mistress still wants you alive for the time being."

"Mistress?" Loki repeated, thinking immediately of Hyrokkin's words about Gullveig. She had called her 'Mistress' too.

"Yes, I believe you heard of her – Gullveig, or Heiðr as she calls herself now. I'm her student in seiðr, which makes me so much more powerful than you. Even if, I must admit it, you impressed me on many occasions. I knew you were a talented trickster, but I had no idea you could have so much… power. I didn't think you would be able to survive so long, but you did, as surprising as it may be."

"Keep your compliments for another time! Tell me what you want of me!" Loki exclaimed, sweat rolling down his temple from the fever he could feel rising within him.

"I'm only working for Heiðr, she is the one who wants something from you," Eisa replied darkly.

"Then what is it?!" He shouted, surging forward in rage despite still being handcuffed.

Loki almost dropped his tool in the process, but forced himself to calm down, focusing once again on the moves of his fingers all the while glaring at the spy.

"For the time being: for you to remain alive, to not tell the Asgardians anything and to stay away from the battlefield. We still need you, Loki." She said.

"You will have nothing of me!" He hissed.

"Oh, but you already did," she said with a smile, "You already gave me everything I needed from you. Your job is done. I just have to keep you away from harm."

"I don't want of your protection! Was everything a lie?!"

"I told you, everything was a lie."

"Then tell me the truth! TELL ME! What do you want from me?! Why would you or Gullveig be interested in me?! I'm only the second prince of Asgard! Why ME?!" Loki shouted furiously, his voice resonating in the surrounding trees.

Angrboda stared at him for a long moment, not saying a thing, only observing his furious expression. Loki's head throbbed in pain and he moaned, his vision going blurry for a moment as his fever only rose. When he looked back up at Angrboda, he clenched his jaw, not wanting her, his enemy, to see him weak.

"Kill me with the truth, don't save me with your lies!" Loki hissed, his gaze murderous.

Angrboda sighed before getting up, approaching him slowly. She kneeled just in front of him, close enough to look right into his soul, but too far away for him to kick her or hurt her in any way – unfortunately for him.

"It is because you are the second prince that we needed you of all people. We have no interest in Thor – he is weak and stupid. You, on the other hand… You are very special, your nature is… different, and you use seiðr. You are the only of your kind mixing such blood with magic. That makes you special."

"I'm not special, many before me have mastered magic!" Loki exclaimed, "My own mother taught me magic! You know nothing of me!"

"Do I? On the contrary, I'd say I know more about you than you do."

Loki glared at her before snorting, showing a cold smile.

"You tricked me. I could almost be impressed. Is everything that happened of your own doing?" He asked, trying to buy time so he could escape.

Angrboda shrugged nonchalantly, giving a falsely innocent look.

"More or less."

"You turned my Mother's maids against her, then you attacked Thor so I would be the one coming in Jotunheim – am I right?" He started, his voice hard as steel.

Angrboda gave a little sided nod of approval, encouraging him to continue.

"Then you followed me here, you started killing off all of the spies and Einherjar that were but you didn't think you would be found out by me."

She stopped him, lifting up her finger to correct him.

"Oh no, I made so you would notice me hidden in those rocks. I wanted you to find me, to push me away before I could come back. You would trust me much easier this way."

Loki snorted, annoyed to know he had been tricked so easily.

"Was the dragon your pet?" He continued, his voice mocking.

"No, that was an accident. I didn't think we would fall upon such a creature, but it only drew us closer even faster… Didn't it?" Angrboda asked, leaning forward, her nails brushing his jaw with a satisfied smirk.

Loki moved his head away and hissed in anger. She didn't seem impressed and only let go of him.

"You made up the whole part about someone else following me: that was you."

"I'm the spy, and I'm the killer," Angrboda admitted proudly.

"The Crossroad…" He started, staring at her in a defensive stance.

Surely, she could not have predicted he would take this road – right?

"Ah yes, I particularly enjoyed the road we took. So charming with so many pretty landscapes, don't you think?" Angrboda said with a smile.

"How—"

"Do you really think we made up all this in a few months? We've been working for this plan to work for centuries!" The Sorceress exclaimed, "So many years ago, you found an opened book in the library, didn't you? A book talking about the mystical Crossroad…"

Loki's heart missed a beat, his eyes widening, suddenly recalling this day. He had been much younger and he had seen a book opened. Curiosity had won over him and thinking it might have been some of his father's reading, he went closer and started reading about the Crossroad. It had caught his interest and he had spent most of his time researching the Crossroad and Midgardian legends about it.

"And it was so easy to appear as one of those Asgardian researchers, bringing you a gift from the human world."

"The Golden Thread…" Loki whispered, his eyes glancing down at his pockets where he knew the Sphere was.

"Exactly. See, Loki, we've been preparing you for centuries…" Angrboda murmured, "And it worked exactly according to the plan."

Loki started thinking about how proud and powerful he had felt in the Crossroad when he had explained everything to Eisa, who had looked so curious about it. When she had known everything already – and even more. She probably already knew that the 'monster' had been a kitten, and what sort of kitten it was. If anything, the Golden Thread did protect him and guide him – but following the path she had chosen.

"The Labyrinth…" Loki breathed, his heart clenching painfully when flashes of the nightmares he had seen came rushing into his mind.

"Yes, do you know that the Crossroad isn't only a crossway between all Worlds, but also time?" Angrboda started, looking thoughtful, "Everything you lived there… You have yet to see it."

Loki's eyes looked up at her suddenly, his heart clenching painfully.

"No."

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed, laughing. "Oh, maybe not everything, and part of it was probably turned into some twisted vision or nightmare… But you saw all of this for a purpose…"

Loki could barely breathe, air struggling to enter his lungs. He saw it all over again: his parents dead, his brother hurt, himself so dark, so twisted, so evil… It couldn't be the future. It was impossible, he wasn't such a monster!

"I-it's impossible…" He breathed, but it was so low Angrboda didn't hear him.

"You were already so distraught when I created a vision of my own self – that was so funny to see you slowly turn into a dark, vengeful god, ready to hurt and kill your own family out of anger! You were so close to the person I want you to become!" She exclaimed, laughing once again.

It was the same laugh she had had in the vision. Loki looked at her once again, not believing that she had created a vision of herself and said everything she had said on purpose. To create a monster… Everything he had felt since this vision of a fiery Eisa – rage, sadness, jealousy – she had been the one working for those feeling to appear. She was the one who made him feel so terrible, she made him wish for his family's deaths, pretending to care for him so he would trust her – and he did and kissed her not long after. She had tried to turn him into a monster and it had worked…

Loki slowly looked back at her, lips parted in shock at the revelations she had given him. His heart hurt, but he could ignore the pain if he focused on the rage – and he was more than willing to make her pay for everything she had done to him. The psychological trauma, his dark thoughts… He only wanted revenge, but unlike what she had hoped, he'd take his revenge against her. He would be the monster she wanted him to become – but the monster would destroy her.

"Then we reached Utgard and once again, you thought yourself above me. Giving me orders, translating the Mountain Giants' dialect… That was quite ridiculous considering the fact that I am one of them!"

His eyes narrowed in disbelief and then Loki made a disgusted face, suddenly sick – he'd been played so well by some Giant!

"You can't be," he said, staring at her features. "You look too Asgardian to be a Mountain Giant!"

Angrboda smiled at him, as if she knew something he didn't – and he apparently knew very little, no matter how infuriating it could be.

"Oh, Loki… Don't judge a book by its cover. Appearances can be tricks too. And, just a little illusion, if you have a level in magic good enough to hide your magical print, it would go unnoticed, even to a seiðr user. It went unnoticed by you the whole time! The trickster tricked! You call yourself a God of Mischief, Lies and Tricks, but you know nothing, Loki Odinson!" Angrboda exclaimed, lifting up her arms in the air.

Green light shimmered and after being blinded for a short moment during which Loki looked away, she appeared as she really was. Angrboda, the Bringer of Sorrow. He swallowed, seeing the fiery illusion of Eisa – she wasn't an illusion anymore, she had never been Eisa, but she still looked like a destructive fire.

Eisa's auburn hair, usually braided, was now long and mesmerizing, red as blood. Her clothes become a beautiful dress that flew around like a flame ready to swallow him whole. Her eyes, a pale cold green even took a shade of melted gold.

Angrboda smirked at him, appearing as who she really was: taller, stronger, more powerful than ever. A Mountain Giant, a witch, a spy, a traitor.

"I will kill you, slowly, painfully, and when you'll be screaming for mercy, I'll heal you just enough to start all over again…" Loki whispered in a cold voice, his heart icy from rage at seeing the woman who had destroyed him and made a monster of him.

Angrboda laughed at his threat, her true appearance overwhelming and bright with power.

"You think you can threaten me? When you're attached at a tree?" She questioned, approaching him, her dress flying around like a mesmerizing fire, "I don't think you understand the situation you're in: you've been used, tricked and manipulated for centuries just in order to give me the only thing I needed from you. We prepared this moment for a very long time and we have triggered a war just for fun! Really, this imbecilic Fornjótr thinks I'm his spy, but I've been using him to attack Asgard. I mean, after all… We did need a good reason for you to come in Jotunheim. And what reason would be any better than for you to spy on the All Father's greatest enemies? Of course, if Odin, or Thor, or any of your 'friends' were to die during this war… It'd just be a bonus."

She leaned forward, her eyes as dangerous as a wild animal ready to strike its prey.

"Don't underestimate me, Loki," Angrboda whispered, eyes shining coldly.

Loki glared at her when he finally the familiar clicking sound of the handcuffs being unlocked.

"Don't underestimate me!" Loki hissed.

Loki jumped forward, knocking off the handcuffs with a shout of rage. He threw his seiðr energy at Angrboda but she moved out of the way; several trees ended up wiped out instead. Loki was too blinded by his fury to think clearly and he turned towards the witch, ready to strike again, but she had taken her dagger out of its sheath. Angrboda lifted the dagger as his hands were about to catch and break her neck. Her dagger went right as his stomach. Loki gasped as Angrboda jumped away. He tasted blood in his mouth and put a hand on his wound, bleeding abundantly, but his heart was still shouting that he needed to kill her. Loki took a step forward, but his vision turned blurry and his legs gave out under him.

Loki breathed deeply before coughing blood, his entire body shaking from exhaustion, rage and pain.

"I… will kill you…!" He exclaimed between his teeth, lips turned red from the blood.

"Don't bother," she simply said, rolling her eyes.

Loki's hand grabbed one of his throwing knives and with a sudden surge of energy, he got up and ran to her, throwing the knife. Angrboda avoided it with ease. The prince almost fell forward when he walked through the illusion before staring at the ground that was getting more and more difficult to see.

"I think you're missing the fact that I tricked you for weeks now," she mocked from behind him, walking quietly.

Loki turned around and wavered but managed to stay on his feet. Loki knew he wasn't just exhausted from his whole mission, from being beaten up and using so much of his magic. Something was wrong with him since he had woken up – he'd been unwell, he had a fever and it was even worse since he had attacked her.

"What did you do to me?" Loki asked weakly, choking on his own blood.

"Well, you were hit by a dagger covered in poison twice, so…"

Angrboda simply shrugged, smiling. Loki could barely make her silhouette anymore.

"You probably won't die – well, I don't think so. But you will go through quite some pain, and I'm pretty sure it's the pain you promised me… But, oh. What a surprise. Trickster tricked. Taken into his own game!" She mocked.

Loki glared at her, or tried to considering everything was spinning around him and he could barely stay on his feet. He could still feel this burning sensation ready to come out and strike her down. She had made the monster, she'd face him.

"Hyacinth flower is my favourite. Not only it is very poisonous, especially when it enters your system, but it's also the flower of sorrow…" Angrboda murmured.

When she looked back at Loki, he was looking down, eyes closed. She thought for a moment he would collapse (at last!) but instead, his green eyes looked back up at her. Angrboda froze, shaken by the burning, maddening, uncontrollable rage shining in his gaze. His body was shaking, from the poison, but mostly of fury as he looked at the Bringer of Sorrow.

Wind started to rise around him, spinning slowly as green light surrounded his body. Angrboda frowned, taking a step backwards, realizing he was about to cast his energy out, the one thing she had never thought possible for him at this state and that might possibly hurt her. The one thing that might kill him.

"L-Loki, w-wait…" Angrboda started with hesitation.

"Don't underestimate ME!" He yelled.

Loki roared in rage, his seiðr energy exploding all around and blasting off most trees. The green light of his magic blinded everything around and charged the air with electricity. It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like years for Loki until he fell on his knees and his magic faded away. He blinked, trying to keep his eyes open but he could barely see anything. He saw some blasted trees, the ground partially burning with green flames. But Angrboda was gone – she wasn't dead, she would need more than that. She had run away, leaving one burning purple hyacinth flower on the ground, just in front of Loki for him to see.

Loki breathed with difficulty then fell forward, his injuries bleeding out and the poison running through his entire body.

Jotunheim, eighth day since the Declaration of War

Thor looked around nervously. As his father had decided, the Crown Prince of Asgard was leading the troops, accompanied closely by the Warriors Three and Lady Sif – even if many soldiers had scowled at the idea of being led by a woman and had refused to receive her orders.

The God of Thunder had fought many battles and had already led units as part of the main troops usually led by the All Father or Týr. Now, he was leading the main troops while Týr and Odin had taken small units. It was unusual, never seen and most of the troops had been uneasy at the idea of going to war led by the young prince rather than a wise and experienced general. Thor himself couldn't understand what was his father thinking – but he trusted him. The All Father was always planning everything in advance and what he hadn't planned, he acted as if he knew it would happen. Whatever plan he had in mind, if he didn't share it with Thor and had still put him at such an important role, then surely, his plan would work.

The only part of the plan that Thor knew was that he had to lead the main troops into the mountains that would bring them directly into the Plains of Sigrún even if this pathway was risky. It was dangerous because of the nature of the land – mountains and complicated passages. Plus it was an invitation for the Mountain Giants to just wait for them and trap them in some narrow passage that would have divided the troops. Thor would have never taken this road – too risky even if it was the fastest – but that was Odin's order.

They had been walking for two entire days between some mountains on their left and a huge dark forest on their right. They were about to enter the most complicated part of the journey to Sigrún and Thor couldn't help but glance around, expecting an ambush from the Mountain Giants. He had the responsibility for all of the main troops. He couldn't fail his father.

"Thor!"

He startled, turning towards Sif who was staring at him fiercely.

"Yes?" He asked, realizing she had called him several times.

"I was asking you whether or not we should stop here and settle for the night or keep going," she explained.

Thor's lips opened and he looked around, staring at the mountains that seemed so full of dangers now that they had reached them.

"Night isn't anytime soon, we should continue and keep our advance!" Volstagg exclaimed.

"The night is promising more dangers. We should stop," Hogun said.

"Hogun is right," Thor agreed, turning towards his friends, "As long as we're on a plain, we'll see danger coming. We should rest here before we enter the most dangerous part of the journey."

"The most dangerous part of the journey? Have you forgotten the destination of said journey?" Fandral asked with an amused smile.

Thor mirrored his smile, the excitement of the battles to come reassuring him more than leading troops.

The Crown Prince pulled at his horse's reins, bringing it to a stop. His companions followed suit and soon, the troops were stopped. Thor turned around to face his friends and the messengers.

"Spread the word that we are staying here tonight. Start putting up the tents; tell everyone to rest and gather their strength."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The different messengers exclaimed before spreading into the different factions of the troops.

"We'll go tell our own units right away," Fandral said, clacking his bridles. The three other warriors soon followed

Thor climbed down from his horse and sighed, looking back at the mountains they would enter the next day.

The message was spread quickly and soon enough, tents were starting appearing and some stable boy took Thor's horse away. The prince went into his tent and took a map of Jotunheim. No matter how many times he looked at it, he didn't seem to register anything from it and it annoyed him.

Thor heard someone joining him in the tent and glanced over his shoulder. He gave a thin smile at Sif, who was already back.

"Looking at this map everyday will not tell you where the Mountain Giants might hide," she said with an amused voice.

He couldn't help but chuckle, giving a little nod before looking back at the map.

"I know, but I hope I can think quickly with the map in my head. Loki would be so useful right now, he knows all maps by heart."

"Perhaps if you had gone to your lessons instead of sparring constantly, you would know as much as him about Jotunheim's geography," Sif replied, gently mocking.

Thor smiled before his face fell, showing his worry for his little brother.

"I wonder if he is all right… We know he escaped Utgard, but where is he?" He wondered out loud before clenching his fists, "Heimdall can't see him and Loki is somewhere in these mountains, trying to escape his enemies…"

Sif stared at the Crown Prince before talking:

"I'm sure he's all right. He's Loki, he's clever and tricky. He's probably hidden somewhere safe, or on his way to find you. Don't worry for him, Thor. He'll be fine…"

He smiled, looking away from the map a moment to look at the warrior next to him. She smiled back, her eyes shining gold from the fire illuminating the tent around them.

"Thor, what is it?" She asked, her face showing her worry for him, "You seem so nervous whereas you are always so excited when heading into battles…"

"I… I am. I am terribly nervous, not for the battles to come, but at the idea of leading the main troops."

"It's an honour, given to rare and powerful warriors," Sif said, not understanding his trouble.

"But it also comes with so many responsibilities. Everyone's lives and well-being must be decided according to my choices. If I fail, everyone dies and Asgard loses…" He murmured, feeling almost shy at opening his heart to Sif – but he knew that if someone could understand and listen to him, it'd be her.

Lips thinned in worry for her prince's well-being, Sif put a hand on his strong arm. It made him look back at her and she smiled to encourage him.

"You're right, but because you are aware of that, you will make the right choice when the time will come. I trust you, Thor, with my life – just like the Warriors Three and all of the soldiers. We follow you because we believe in you. So have faith in us as well, trust that we are making the right choice by following you."

Thor's heart warmed and his beautiful eyes lit up as he smiled at the Lady by his side.

"Thank you, Lady Sif. For your concern, and your gentle words…" He murmured.

They stared at each other for a moment, smiling tenderly, before she gave a quick nod towards the entrance of the tent.

"Come, go talk with your troops. You'll give them spirit if they see you, and a walk is much better than staring at a map," she said, tugging lightly at his arm.

Thor followed Sif outside and discussed the next day's plan for a few minutes with some units' leaders. The Warriors Three joined Thor and Sif quickly, laughing about some incident that had happened involving a horse, two Einherjar and an unfortunate stable boy. The soldiers were laughing and drinking ale, encouraged by Thor walking among them. The troops knew this was their last night where they could relax and they were all enjoying these few minutes during which they could laugh and live at their fullest before heading into battles. Some soldiers were drawing on the face of one of their fellow warriors who had fallen asleep on the ground, making Thor smile again. Suddenly, they heard a booming sound from afar.

Everyone turned silent immediately, their heads towards the forest. The laughs and discussions faded as they observed the dark trees and the clouds slowly invading the sky. Some soldiers took their swords in hands, worry on their features.

A bright explosion of green light erupted far away, in the forest almost at the other side of the plain. The sound had been so intense that everyone jumped. Trees fell and green flames could be seen. Soldiers took their swords and took a defensive position; horses neighed and tried to escape from their attached reins.

"What is this?!" Fandral exclaimed, hand on his rapier.

"Mountain Giants?" Sif proposed, frowning.

"It's not an attack against us," Hogun commented quietly.

"It looked like magic!" Volstagg said, brows furrowed while even from this distance, they could sense the little electricity in the air that usually comes with seiðr.

They all looked back at Thor who swallowed hard, thinking immediately about his lost brother. He lifted up his arm and Mjollnir responded to his holder, magic charged the air, electricity sparkling. The mighty hammer flew from the tent where it had stayed and went right into Thor's hand, thunder resonating above their heads.

"I will go have a look! You stay here and maintain the troops in order! If I'm not back by the nightfall, send a message to the All Father, otherwise, don't come looking for me!" He ordered, swinging his hammer in his hand with increasing speed.

"Thor! Wait!" Sif exclaimed.

But he didn't listen and threw his arm in the air, jumping off the ground and flying towards the explosion. Everyone had to take a step back to avoid getting hit by the powerful air-blast.

"Thor!" Fandral called desperately.

The troops started talking, but they had no choice but to follow Thor's orders.

The God of Thunder, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes away from his objective: the fallen trees and green flames. His mother and brother were both seiðr user and even he had a powerful magic with his storms and thunder. He could recognize magic anywhere, and he could recognize his brother's magical print. This explosion had been made by Loki – probably in response to danger.

When Thor arrived towards the fallen and burning trees, he landed almost gracefully, looking around at the destroyed forest. He frowned, wondering what might have happened but then, he caught a dark silhouette on the ground. His heart missed a beat and his eyes widened.

"Brother!" He called, running to Loki.

Thor turned his brother around, hearing him moan – which reassured the Thunder God until he saw the blood gushing from the wound, his heart sinking.

"Loki!" He screamed, shaking him lightly but his brother's face was pale and sweaty.

Knowing that his brother was badly injured and exhausted and recognizing the signs of poison, Thor took his brother in his arms quickly before rapidly swinging Mjollnir. Soon enough, he had jumped out of the forest, keeping his little brother close to him.

Sooo... You know who is the spy. Surpriiiiiiise! :D

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NEXT CHAPTER : TRAP

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