The Trickster and the Mortal- LOKANE

Fifteen

Loki smirked as he watched one of his books left open on the side of Jane's bed. It was "fjellmannen" by one of Loki's favorite authors. He had translated it himself, with magic, and was glad to find that Jane had enjoyed it. He set the small steaming teacup, enchanted to hold the perfect amount of heat on a newly conjured small bedside table, and placed Fear na Beinne upon it as well. 

bob relaxed as he watched her blankets rise and fall gently as she breathed .. he placed a hand on her warm forehead. "You're welcome," he whispered in her ear. Her friend may help her sleep better. 

Looking back at Jane's compartment, he closed the door carefully only to find Thor emerge from behind. "What did you do?" Thor asked, strangely cautiously and quietly.

 "Nothing you should worry about." Loki said just as quietly.

Thor furrowed his eyebrows. "Really?" 

"Yes."

"But you're always up to something." 

"How very observant you are." 

"If you hurt Jane, then..."

"I have no intention whatsoever of hurting Jane. Now move." 

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked around as if to make sure nobody heard. "Hvorfor gikk du inn på rommet hennes?" He asked. 

"Jeg sa før, ikke bekymre deg for det." Loki replied. Thor refused to let him go anywhere, still, so Loki simply took the effort to teleport to the other side of him. "Hvis hun blir skadet vet jeg at det er deg!" Thor whispered loudly after him. 

"I'm glad you have such trust in me." Loki returned sarcastically. He glared at Thor and, standing aside, watched him knock gently on Jane's door. "Jane?" He called. "What?" Jane asked, opening the door while taking a sip from the small china teacup, evidently unaware of Loki. "Oh. It's you." 

"Are you okay?" Thor asked anxiously, "I thought-" 

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just really want to go back to sleep. Why did you ask?" Jane said, vaguely waving off Thor's worries, and sounding slightly annoyed. At least she understood what a pain Thor could be sometimes. Loki silently stepped away, and within a second was once again pulled into a dark corner. "What is this?" He hissed as the gleaming blade of a knife was put to his throat. 

"You know who I am," 

Loki, alarmed, felt for the knife and attempted to pull it away from his pale skin.

 "Angrboda?" 

The knife, instead of away, was pushed harder upon his throat. "Yes, sweetie. I told you I would come back." One of her red eyes gleamed.

 "Please tell me this is a joke." 

"No, dear! I-" Loki took Angrboda's throat in return and teleported both of them into his own room. "This is absolutely pathetic," Loki sighed.

"Pathetic?" Angrboda laughed. "That is funny! You don't know how close I have brought you to death, Laufeyson!" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Poison, knives and spies and fire," Angrboda sang madly. 

She was dangerous, then. It would be wiser not to taunt her, and just get rid of her. Loki lazily took his scepter and slashed it almost through Angrboda. Then, knocking the door over completely, Thor crashed in, and caught his hammer. He flung it at Angrboda's face and a sickening crunch filled their ears. Thor, after the hammer returned to him, came to Loki. "I think you will have to go early. You can teleport, so you will be fine. But you are too dangerous here, and you must leave." 

It was understandable. Loki looked up at Thor, expecting apathy, but there was some regret, at least. He bitterly nodded, and opened a portal to Midgard. Loki stepped through, careful not to turn his head back to Thor. When he reached the barren and frozen landscape, he did turn to watch the sparkling portal vanish.