A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Hiddleston

—-Loki—-

I wrack my brain for spells I can use to help us locate the hostages as we walk. I want us out of here as soon as possible. Someone just tried to take Sam and I cannot stand for that. Even if the assailant was no match for her and his attempt pitiful It doesn't stop me from feeling incredibly defensive about the whole situation.

No one should dare attempt such a thing she's mine and I've made it quite clear that she's to be left alone. Midgard seemed to hear the message loud and clear but here my reputation can't protect her. Here no one cares that she's under my protection. I notice Sam's walked several paces ahead of me though she hasn't sped up her pace at all. I realize I'm lagging behind due to my thoughts distracting me. I take longer strides and easily catch up taking her hand as I reach her. She smiles at me.

"Think of any spells yet trouble?"

"Not quite, though do you have any ideas about where they would keep hostages?"

"Probably the cages on the other island."

"Cages?"

"Yeah there's a lot of lore you don't know, we should actually watch the show sometime, you know after the bad taste is out of our mouths from this experience I mean."

I nod slightly. A thought suddenly comes to mind for a spell I can use. It will take a lot out of me though not enough to be anywhere near life threatening. Nonetheless I'll be exhausted and weak for days after using it. The spell will also require an image of at least one of the hostages. This is a spell I wouldn't normally use but I want us out of here as soon as possible and this is the quickest solution to our problem.

Perhaps Sam has something I can use as far as a picture goes. Knowing her obsession over Hiddleston she probably has an image of him on her phone. I'm unsure if the spell will work with a digital image and not a photograph, drawing, or painting but I feel it's worth a try.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I have a means of locating the hostages but I'm in need of a picture of at least one of them."

"Does it have to be a physical photograph?"

"It would be preferred as I've never tried the spell using a digital image but in theory a digital photo should still work."

She nods summoning her phone from the pocket dimension she has it stored in. She pulls up an image of Hiddleston on her phone and hands the device to me. She blushes slightly as I glance over it.

I roll my eyes in slight annoyance as I shake my head. I'm annoyed with her obsession and with myself, I can understand why she's obsessed. The man is quite attractive and his personality in every instance I've seen in the few interviews I've caught segments of Sam watching is just as appealing. I can't blame her but still I am struck with a juvenile bought of jealousy each time she fawns over him.

I conjure the spell which I manage to get working albeit it's a bit more taxing using this digital image rather than a physical one. I then begin walking at a brisk pace in the direction I feel the spell pulling me towards. Sam hangs back and I look back to see why to find she's clutching her midsection. I instantly slow then stop my hurried pace.

"Oh love. Why didn't you say anything? We can rest."

I still want to be done with this quickly but not at the cost of causing her unnecessary pain she's had enough pain to last several Asgardian lifespans let alone Mortal ones. She tries to shrug me off being her stubborn self.

"I'm fine. I just took some more pain meds they should kick in any minute now."

I nod but argue with a soft smile.

"We can wait until then."

I understand what she's feeling, being a sorcerer of my skill I've used my abilities to take the form of a woman more than a few times in my life for one reason or another or sometimes for no reason at all, I once even stayed in the form for over a year. It's something I've even done once or twice since meeting Sam she thankfully didn't seem to be fazed by it all that much simply asking me what she should call me in that form then shrugging it off as I'm known for being unpredictable.

She looks hesitant, I can tell she doesn't want to hold up our mission but is in pain. I know it's different from typical pain in that it's a dull yet enduring throbbing pain. Trudging through the jungle is the last thing she's going to want to be doing amidst that pain. She nods giving up on being stubborn for stubbornness sake. She sits down on a fallen tree trunk giving in to the desire to rest her cramping muscles.

"Ok."

I smile again and sit down beside her. I put my arm around her and she leans into me as we sit and wait for the medication to kick in.