Raven Messages (LokixReader)

Chapter Two

(Your Pov)

'This was a means to reach my mother.' You stare at the note in your hand, after the raven found you yet again. Albeit this time the carrier had followed you home, squawking on your doorstep until noticed. 'I did not know a magician would intercept it. May I ask who you are?'

You laugh. So polite compared to the blunt sentence last time. You did notice how the other 'magician' avoided saying their name. 'I am sorry for intruding. Your raven stopped by for some crumbs, and I noticed your note attached. Has this method of communication worked before?" You scribble out a response, before sending the bird on its way. If this mysterious person refused to say their name, then so would you.

And so time went on like this. You and this strange messenger exchanged notes, neither writer submitting to telling names. Slowly the notes became letters, and the papers exchanged became bent as the raven carried the more bulky packages in her break.

Weeks passed, and you started looking forward to reading about his day, his thoughts and opinions, even what small problems plagued him and his brother, Sparky. Out of all the names to call one's sibling, Raven decided to call his brother Sparky. He blamed the name on something a 'Tinhead' had said, joyfully relating the story to you.

Let's just say Sparky did not like his nickname.

Reversely, for you and this mystery man, it was mutually decided to take up themed names for this unique predicament. Bird themed, and picked in place of the other. The trickster received Raven, as he was the one who started this; and came up with Dove when you refused all others. Namely Pidgeon, Hawk, and Duck- all nicknames he tried to get you riled up over. Which worked, until you realised his true mission.

To get you to reveal your real name.

Raven really was a trickster. And skilled magician, as he managed to share useful spells and enchantments over the writings. You did the same, enjoying someone honest to talk to about such magical things.

Sybil absolutely loved your relationship. Reminding them of their younger days, before the counsel started setting restrictions on magic. Some hundreds of years ago, before you first even caught a glimpse of this world. Before Sybil realised their fluidity, or even decided to publicize it.

'That sounds interesting.' You start your next letter, writing a small response to Raven's story. The two of you were exchanging the most hilarious of failed loves. 'But I have something better. I cursed my last boyfriend for cheating on me. He now hops around for eternity, waiting until some maiden blinded by fairy tales comes to kiss him.' You scribble down the story, most likely the reason humans came up with that tale in the first place. You were young for witch standards, not human ones.

His letter came in the late evening. 'You turned your ex into a frog?' You could imagine his laughter. 'The mortals have a similar story. I don't suppose you're the cause of this?'

Ah, he caught on. You affirm his thoughts, supplying a few more details. Waiting until he responds.

But it isn't his note that you read next. It's not Raven's note that is teleported to your hand as you wait for the bird carrier to arrive, one word scribbled hurriedly across it.

Run.

*

(Loki's Pov)

She was amusing, in the least. After quite a few weeks of exchanging these messages, Loki could only admire her spirit. A midgardian witch... such things seemed impossible on such a barren planet, but still Dove and her coven survived. With an impossible number of rules to follow, which is why he started slipping small spells or tips to her in the first place. Stronger illusions, masks for magical signatures, even a barrier to protect oneself from other magicians' spells. The meddlesome witch shared what she could as well, how to enchant objects more permanently or bottle spells, for example.

'The mortals do tend to twist the truth, don't they? Then again, so does the council- but at least the ones with magic have standards. People see my cheating ex for a prince, not the pig he really was.' Loki looked at Dove's latest letter, writing a response to hand off to Elska. Hugninn and Muninn may be the most famous ravens of Odin, but there were many lesser known ones assigned for more personal uses. Such as the one Frigga managed to slip into Midgard.

Loki gave the raven a small meal, planning to send her off in the morning. Rather than have her fly back in the cold night. Before his thoughts could trail to another matter, a knock rapped on his door.

"Brother! We must be going!" Thor shouted, barging in when Loki only huffed.

The mission. An enhanced individual running about New York without a care in the world, causing chaos on both the Shield's monitors and in the public. Loki almost thought such a quest was laughable. The data this endeavor was based upon came from an unknown source, who left the packet of information on Fury's desk. Yet strangely enough, there was no record of anyone entering the premises. As if it were simply teleported.

But what teleporting enhanced would betray another enhanced? One of their own kind?

"We still have time." Loki rolled his eyes, placing Dove's latest letter in a desk drawer. The one dedicated to writing to the little witch. He summoned his battle armor, "Where are we attacking now, then?"

"The base of this sorcerer." Thor clapped his brother on the back, as they headed out. "Stark has promised a great feast if we are victorious! Reminds you of old times, does it not?"