I said..." the golden stranger spat, "KNEEEEL!" he roared, banging his stick on the ground and creating a huge blue flash. All around me, people froze in place, and started... kneeling? Even the ones that didn't speak English kneeled obediently. Why...
Loki led me by my arm along a hallway lit with fluorescent light bulbs that filled the space with harsh white light. Everything I saw, I stored away in my mind. Every door, turn, and person we came across could be instrumental in my escape.
One thing that seriously weirded me out was that every person we encountered had those same unnatural blue eyes as the man that had righted my chair after I knocked it over. I noticed with curiosity that the creepy blue eyes almost exactly matched the glow from the scepter in Loki's hand. The gears in my mind started to shift.
Loki side-eyed me as we walked. "I can see the wheels turning in that tiny Midgardian brain of yours," he announced.
I rolled my eyes. I know. "Great!" I countered. "So, am I right?"
"I'm afraid you'll have to clarify," Loki said. I glared at his smug expression; we both knew that he knew what I meant.
"Fine. Am I correct that something in your stick of doom made their eyes that color?" I grumbled. Loki raised his eyebrows.
"My stick of doom? I rather like that. Perhaps you can name all my armor once I am king," he smirked.
I gave him a deadpan look, which quickly morphed to deviousness. "Sure! I'll start with your helmet. I think Horny fits it pretty well, don't you?"
Loki choked back a noise, and I burst into laughter. I braced an arm against the wall to keep me from falling over from giggles. He glared at me, to which I gave him the innocent smile all younger siblings, including me, seem to know from birth. The one that says, "Who, me? Why, I've never done anything wrong in my life!"
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Yup, that's the one.
Loki rolled his eyes, and I congratulated myself internally on annoying him. It gave me a surprising amount of happiness, even more than annoying Cath did. Anyway, enough joking around. He's trying to distract me.
"Don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my question, Snape. Is the glowy death stick related to the glowy robot eyes? And why are they all listening to you?" I wondered aloud.
"You just answered your own question, my dear," Loki answered, smiling cryptically. "And I believe I told you to refer to me as 'king' or 'sir.'"
Okay, I can figure this out, I thought, ignoring the twinge of who-knows-what the nickname gave me."Um, okay. So, the stone in your stick of doom has some sort of properties that affect the people it comes in contact with. Maybe it makes them more suggestible, or places them into a sort of drugged state of mind. It affects the color of the irises, too, so maybe it affects sight? Or it could just be some kind of alien magic and I'm just way off the mark," I puzzled.
Loki gave a slight, amused jerk of his head. "Indeed, mortal, you are. Though your observations were surprisingly astute, I am not surprised your tiny mortal brain could not comprehend the power behind my scepter."
