Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. I have, however, just realized that I own all the bad guys in this story. I wonder what that says about my moral health.
As Loki sped through the vortex he could feel the kinks in the magic. The tunnel wasn't going to hold up much longer—in fact, it felt like it was caving in behind him. Loki began to call sparks from his heart to cushion his exit from the tunnel, when the portal unexpectedly broke off.
But, while the vortex was gone, Loki kept going.
Loki slammed into a solid stone wall, with all the force of the magic tunnel propelling him, and crumpled to the ground. He lay there in a slightly dazed heap before noticing the involuntary sparks of magic float over his body.
It was light green magic. Healing magic.
Startled, Loki quickly sat up to assess the damage, but then let out a hiss of pain when he felt a sharp twang in his arm. His arm—left arm—was broken. That was very bad. A few ribs on the left side were also broken, along with his left ankle being out of its socket. That wasn't as disastrous. He snapped is foot back into place, and sent some sparks to help with the swelling. The instinctive magic had already started healing his ribs so all that remained was his left arm.
Loki clenched his teeth while setting the bones back into place. The magic crinkled over his skin before seeping in where the bone was broken. Loki hoped it was good enough.
He then stood and began to survey his surroundings.
Stone sat upon gigantic grey stone. Loki worked on not feeling claustrophobic as he saw the small stairwell he had landed in. He barely noted the stone steps running both up and down as he closed his eyes to run a thermal scan, using more magic.
The thermal scan showed five human like beings in the compound. Two small bodies, those would be his children, two adult men and one woman. They were all high above him. There were also some heat signatures coming from far below him, but Loki took no notice. He bounded up the steps to his children.
He finally came to the room that held his daughter. Loki yanked the door open and walked in.
Little Sarai squealed when she saw her father. Her arms immediately went up as she silently begged to be held by her dad. Loki crossed the room to scoop up his daughter, cuddling her as soon as he reached her.
"Is little Rai-rai alright?" he asked, quelling whatever emotion was threatening to break through "Are you alright?"
"Daddy!" she smiled through red eyes—Loki noticed she must have been crying before he entered the room "Daddy!" she then pointed to some dark corner of the room "Hag-gar!"
Loki followed his daughter's digit, taking in the rooms surroundings for the first time. The stone floor was covered with a thick red rug, one Sarai-sized bed huddled in the corner while a larger bed stood against the wall. A chest overflowing with all kinds of ugly toys was the only other furnishing in the room.
But Sarai wasn't pointing at any of these things; instead, she was pointing to a woman standing demurely in the corner. When Loki had first taken the heat signatures he thought the woman had been human. As he looked at her now he noted his mistake. She was an elf—much like the elves that Tolkien fellow had met before he wrote his books. She was looking worriedly at the floor with her hands clasped in front of her.
"You are Hagar, I suppose?" Loki questioned as Sarai placed her head on his shoulder.
"Yes sir," She replied, still looking at the floor.
"Would you like to enlighten me as to why, exactly, my children have been taken?" Loki didn't mean to bite out the words (okay, ya, he did) as he took a few menacing steps forward. Hell hath no fury like a worried father.
"Sir…" This time Hagar looked at him, her eyes wide and scared "Please take them! As far away as you can! The master has such plans—"
Loki felt a sharp pain hit his neck as the two females simultaneously shrieked. He fell to the ground, dimly thankful that someone took Sarai out of his arms, as his world turned black.
Someone had knocked the god of mischief out and, even from the depths of an enchantment, Loki vowed they would pay.