𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Hiding

"Mina! Of course, sorry, Loki," Thor gasp, breaking off the kiss with Meddie.

Meddie took a seat next to Loki, and gave him her full attention, "Tell me everything, and I'll do my best to help."

Loki proceeded to divulge everything, not skipping any details in hopes she would have a clear picture of the situation.

"So you see, I'm here because Odin have lost track of Munnin. He refuses to let all realms know of Munnin's deceit because of his pride." Loki finished.

"Typical Odin, with age he has not grown wiser as you'd assume. His image is everything to him it seems."

Loki reached into his pocket, "I've brought this, maybe you could use it to feel her presence." He presented the cloth stained with your blood.

She looked down at the white piece of fabric dotted with red, "Is that.... Is it blood?" She exclaimed, startled.

"Yes, it will help you, won't it?"

"Loki, I'm a white sorceress, I don't dabble in black magic. That stuff will contort your body and your heart. I don't work with blood—I'm sorry."

Loki scrunched his brows and his heart plummeted into his stomach. Hopelessness creeping in once again.

Meddie saw his dejection and quickly asked, "Do you have anything else of Mina's?"

Loki thinks for a moment, but then realises that all of your possessions are in Midgard. To go get it and return would take too much time.

In a flash, he reached for his back pocket after a thought struck him. When he felt that it was still present, he cracks a grin and hands Med a pair of your pink, lacey panties.

She holds them up in front of her and chimes, "Ooo la laaa" offering Loki a wink.

Loki, for the first time felt shy, and with a flushed face he asks, "Will they help?"

"They certainly will." She answered with beaming smile.

Loki let out a relieved breath, now thankful that he secretly kept a pair of your panties. The mood brightened as the three of them began to feel hopeful. Yet, just as Meddie was about to go and begin her magic, there was a sudden, forceful bang on the door.

"I'm not expecting anyone." Meddie said, alarm in her tone.

In an effort to safeguard his first love, Thor stormed toward the front door and flung it wide open with an angry expression on his face.

But he instantly relaxed upon seeing a friendly face, "Huggin!" he yelled excitedly, greeting his raven brother and ushering him inside.

Fearful, Meddie asked, "Have you come for me?" Her voice was low after recognising Huggin.

Huggin walked inside the small cottage, "No, I'm not sent to retrieve you this time Medusa."

After noticing Thor's bewilderment, Huggin felt compelled to provide an explanation.

"It was I who took Medusa away and brought her to Ida, on the orders of Odin."

Thor balled his fist in anger, but before he could spiral in rage again, Meddie spoke.

"Odin threatened that should you ever find out the truth; that I was forced to leave you, his ravens would come for me. So I thought Huggin was here for me." Meddie's voice was shaken.

Thor grabbed Meddie into an embrace, squeezing her tight. "I'm sorry, Med; I'll never let anyone take you from me again."

"How did you know to come here, Huggin?" Loki quizzes.