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And it's part 3 time! Who knows if this will be the last part or what! But I plan on making it pretty short!
Anywho hope you like! Please review and comment as that is what keeps your local fan fiction author going! Have a good day! Or night! I own nothing. Also my Marvel sticker is starting to fade so pretty soon I won't even own that anymore.
Update: My Marvel sticker is gone now, alas. Replaced by a generic alien sticker.
Also Toni Stark kept her maiden name. Just so you know.
Patty thought. Ms. Valkyrie was doing her best, but now they were pretty much just hovering in the ocean. She'd have to figure out where Loki was, fast, or else Mrs. Stark would send, like, the entire Air Force out to look for her.
And then it hit her. Well, duh, if she and Loki were connected, and she had magic now, she should probably be able to find him, right? Kinda like a magical AirTag, right? Well, it was worth a try.
She closed her eyes, and cast her memory back to everything that Loki taught her. Surprisingly it was only about as hard as it was to log onto a Zoom meeting. Which for Patty was sometimes excruciatingly terrible but this time was, luckily, easy.
Suddenly Patty and Loki were staring at each other. He was chained up and looking much the worse for the wear.
"Ohmygosh, Loki! Are you OK?"
Loki just looked at her, as a drop of something thick, green, and distinctly unpleasant looking hit his face.
"…OK, you're not OK. But don't worry! Valkyrie and I are coming to get you!"
"Val? Well, that's a surprise and…wait. Pat, no. It's too dangerous. These people may be exceptionally corny but unfortunately they do have some very high tech weaponry."
Patty waved a hand. "That doesn't matter, I still have to get you! I'm not leaving you there!"
"Pat." Loki said. "It's alright. Really."
Patty shook her head. "You didn't leave me behind…there, and I'm not leaving you behind."
She reached out, and almost, almost touched him, almost wiped the poison off. But she couldn't, and instead drew back and said, "I'll bring a bowl."
And then it was gone, and she was back in the plane again.
She rushed to the cockpit. "Val! I know where we need to go! It's in Norway!"
Later
Val landed the ship. "How much time until Stark panics?" She asked.
Patty did some swift mental calculations. "In about two hours we should expect the entire US military to show up."
"Good to know."
"WAIT!" Patty yelled.
Val stopped dead and looked back. "What? What?"
"You didn't lock it."
Patty grabbed the keys and locked it. Then they set out. They had no plan beyond Patty's vague explantations of they're-hurting-him-I've-got-to-stop-it-and-you-can-distract-them-with-a-fight-maybe? Which was good enough for Val.
Patty lead them, bee-lining to this random mound of earth. After Patty poked around for a bit she found the entrance.
A very large, sturdy metal door was revealed.
"Alright." Val said. "I'm pretty sure we can cut through this if we only get…"
But she never finished her sentence, because Patty grabbed the handle, tugged, and the entire door came off on its hinges.
Val looked at her. Patty blushed and shrugged.
They walked in.
Deep in the Evil Lair
Loki was sincerely hoping that Patty would not try to rescue him. He knew how powerful she was, but she was always so afraid of hurting people that she often held back when she shouldn't.
But he knew her, knew that look on her face, and he knew that she was coming for him. That she'd always come for him.
Oh, the people in charge here we're going to get it if they hurt Patty in any way…
Matthew Llewellyn was typing on a laptop intently. He no longer responded to Loki's taunts and jibes. Not even when Loki had made that rather uncalled for remark about his mother.
There was a distant crash. Matthew looked up, adjusting his glasses.
"That sounded rather unusual." Loki remarked. Matthew glanced at Loki and looked back in the direction of the sound. There was another crash, not so distant this time.
"Don't you think you should check it out?" Loki asked. Matthew ignored him and went back to typing.
There was another crash, followed by some barely discernible shouts for help. Matthew looked up again, mouth tight. He looked at Loki, then back to the door. He bit his lower lip, looked at the laptop, and then back at Loki.
"Oh…it's not like he can move anyway." He said to no one in particular.
"You do realize that I am right here, don't you?"
Matthew slammed the laptop shut, picked it and ran out the room, going, Loki saw with some interest, not through the main door but rather a much smaller one off to the side.
Loki twisted in the chains in a vain effort to get out of the way of the poison. It dripped on his face anyway.
A while passed in which Loki, now that he no longer had Matthew to distract him, gave himself up to the pain. His awareness of his surroundings died away and his last conscious thought was a hope that Patty would not be too sad…
There was a sound. That much Loki knew. Then there was a louder sound. Loki looked up with with bleared eyes.
At first he couldn't see anything for the light. Then, after a little while, he could discern a figure. A woman. A valkyrie, come to take him to Valhalla? Right. Wouldn't Odin just be thrilled to see him there. Not like he was even going to go there anyway, what with…everything.
Loki blinked and his vision cleared. It was Patty, standing in the doorway, dirty, hair mussed. She was holding a bowl.
Then things got strange. Ever afterwards when Loki remembered things were confused, as if two separate memories blended in his mind. The steel room, at times, seemed to be a cave, dripping with condensation. Patty, taking a step forward, was no longer wearing tennis's but rather fine Norse boots. The plastic cereal bowl she was holding, out of the corner of his eye, looked like a wooden basin. Patty's t-shirt and jeans, between blinks, almost, almost looked like a white Norse gown. And sometimes…sometimes her hair was in long braids, framing her face.
She took a few hesitant steps forward, unsure of herself in the still mostly dark room.
"Loki?" She said, voice quiet.
"Pat." That was all he said but she came bounding forward.
She didn't say anything, just ran up and held the bowl above his head, catching the poison. She looked down at him, and with her free hand wiped the poison off his face.
Over than biting her lower lip, she gave no other signs as to how much it must have hurt her.
Their faces were very close together, and neither of them said anything.
Loki was the one to break the silence. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday."
Patty blinked, and remembrance flooded across her face. "Oh! Yeah, that. That's OK, you were, you know, here…"
She stepped back and webbed the bowl over the snake's head. "That's really melodramatic."
She broke the chains and Loki promptly fell onto his face. Or he would have, if Patty hadn't caught him in the nick of time.
She scooped him up effortlessly and Loki was once again reminded about how overpowered Patty was.
Then Loki remembered Val.
"Patty, you have got to put me down."
"Huh, why?" Pause. "Oh, right. Val." She brightened. "I'm sure she won't make fun of you!"
"You don't know her like I do. Please. Put me down."
Patty sighed and put him down where, after intense concentration, he was able to hobble a few steps. Loki did not protest when Patty offered him her shoulder and together they wobbled out of the lair.
Back in NYC…
"And then we just hopped in the ship and went home!"
The mostly assembled Avengers looked at Patty calmly drinking her Coke, and Loki, mostly recovered, sitting beside her and silently judging everyone else.
Steve Rogers sighed and just leaned back. "I should have known. Nothing I can really do about this now."
Toni Stark was more concerned. "Do you realize what could have happened to you, Patty? S.H.I.E.L.D. could have you arrested for this!"
Patty shrugged. And so did Loki.
Right then the Avengers knew that it truly did not matter to these two what S.H.I.E.L.D thought of their actions at all, especially in regards to what they did for the other.
And I'm done!
I have no excuses for the overly long update. Did you like the Norse Mythology I snuck in there, Odinsdottir, if you even still read this?
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