Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. I would give anything for left-handed magic, though. Well, anything but my left hand.

Loki woke up with his right hand tied to a chair and his left hand aching in his lap. These circumstances seemed pretty odd to him. He knew he had used the space travel to many times today, and been knocked out more times than he cared to remember. Maybe it had all been a bad dream, and he was back home with Darcy playing some weird sort of game. The marriage conference they had gone to last year had said reverse roll playing was healthy for the relationship. That would explain being bound to a chair. Sorta.

He breathed through his nose to clear his mind. That was the worst part about being knocked out. The waking up always made him so groggy.

His mind immediately cleared when he saw his son, though.

Sven's eyes brightened when his dad looked at him, and he grinned. Loki smiled back.

"How sweet, really, a father/son reunion." Loki looked up to see an idiot in black making a speech. Loki blinked a few times. If this stupid man were going to make a speech Loki was going to forget the whole thing and just blast him. He had sat through three days of conferences for Darcy's sake, but there wasn't anyone else on earth he was going to listen to without good reason.

"TARTAK!" The man- the only human in the building- jumped a little behind Loki and then nodded to the being in black. "Take the blood to Hagar. She has been instructed as what to do." Loki was still hunched over his hand when Tartak walked out of the room, taking his son's blood with him. Loki frowned a little, wondering if he should wait for Hagar or not. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Sven shaking his head. Loki nodded. He would wait. He had promised Acenath and Hagar a way out of this castle, anyways.

"Well then, I suppose you are wondering why I've brought you here today." The man in black attempted another evil smile.

"Not really." Loki breathed out a little through his nose. This guy used too many pointless words in his sentences. He'd only been talking for a minute and the prattle was already grating on Loki's frayed nerves.

"Never fear!" He pointed a finger at Loki "I will not be deterred by your silly show of nonchalance! I, the great Kuthah, son of Hapeth, son of Thant, son of-"

Loki turned to smile at Sven again, blocking out Kuthah's dramatics. The idiot must have had a lot of time to burn. How far away was Hagar? Really. Had she never heard of speed walking?

"Has he been like this the whole time?" Loki asked.

"Ya." Sven grinned "I'm glad you're here, Dad." Loki blinked, unused to hearing sentiments.

"I'm satisfied that you are safe." Loki nodded to the slit on Sven's arm "Use a little of your magic to heal yourself." Sven blinked at Loki, unknowingly imitating his dad.

"You know about that?"

"Of course I do." Loki smirked "When we get home I'll actually teach you something, alright?"

Kuthah stepped in front of Loki's face, saying "While I am truly very ecstatically happy that the two of you can have such a bonding moment, I fear you are not giving me the proper respect deserving of someone in my office. While my observation of you proves you can only use your right hand for magic, I can only assume-"

"Sir?" Hagar stepped through the door Tartak was holding open for her. "Your potion is ready." She smiled prettily at him.

"Give it to me!"

After Hagar handed Kuthah the cup, several things happened at once.

Kuthah drank the wine blood mixture, and then happily bit on his cloak (Loki wasn't going to ask why the cloth biting was needed).

As Kuthah engaged himself in fabric molestation, the vial Hagar had hidden in her flat chest finally fell down her dress, smashing as it hit the floor. Loki straightened in his seat to stretch out his left hand while Tartak grabbed Hagar away from stepping on the broken glass. Sven grinned and, three flights down, Sarai woke up to an empty room. Acenath had just finished her business in the dungeons and was padding her way up the stairs. Oden knows where Quadir was.

Moments after downing the fluid, Kuthah bent over, clutching at his stomach. His face contorted in pain and his breathing came in short gasps. Water started running down his face as his limbs became unmovable. He couldn't understand where he went wrong.

Loki smirked.

"Sphinxes are a lot like cats." he said, "They'll only obey you if you treat them well. The poison will work its way out of your system in a few weeks."

Loki flexed his hand, call the magic down his arm to his elbow, wrist, and fingertips.

"Ah, and one more thing. Frost giant blood is slowly poisonous to your kind. Even if it's only a halfbreed. But I'm sure you already new that."

Then the god of mischief and fire let the magic explode.

…...

Somewhere in America, Darcy felt her nose itch.

She looked up to see a blond head peeping through the side of the cubicle.

"Thor?"

They sneaked outside, and Thor talked to Heimdall, commanding that they be taken to the cottage.

Darcy hoped everything was alright.