Prince's Mate

Chapter 7 - Skye

Skye let himself free fall from the jet. He took a moment, letting the icy rain quell a touch of his rage, just enough so he could think. He needed to plan beyond throwing himself out of the back of a jet after Thor and Loki. That was only twelve percent of a plan.

One would think that jumping out the back of a moving jet without a parachute or an Iron Man suit was a terrible idea. It was sound advice for most normal people.

Luckily, Skye was anything but normal.

Skye closed his eyes and concentrated, letting magic and natural ability wrap around himself. His form shifted as he fell, armor changing to accommodate Skye's changing form.

Sky shifted to female form, her body shorter, smaller, with curves as well defined as her muscles. As she shifted, slits appeared in the back of her armor, specially designed for the black feathered wings that sprouted from her back.

She spread her wings carefully as she fell, catching the air in such a way that she would match velocity and not rip her back muscles to shreds. She caught the feeling of power coming from Thor, felt her mark on her Omega and with a couple of powerful beats of her wings, she flew after them as fast as she could.

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"I'm listening~" Loki was saying dryly to himself as Sky landed. Stark had just tackled Thor off of the ledge the pair had been standing on, leaving Loki unattended and theoretically unable to easily escape the height and the forest. Loki seemed to be more interested in watching Thor and Stark fight than escaping, which was definitely to Sky's benefit.

Sky landed lightly beside Loki, just far enough away not to spook him. "I'd heard tell that your brother has the intelligence level of most of the Asgardian warriors," she started in perfect court Asgardian "But dragging you out of a moving jet seems like a new low, even for him,"

Loki whirled to face Sky, reaching for a weapon that wasn't there. His scepter was still on the jet. Sky held up her hands, showing she was unarmed. They could both summon weapons at will, the gesture was just a formality, a reassurance to the Omega that Sky wouldn't hurt him. Sky noted how Loki moved, how injured he seemed. Why did no one else seem to notice that he'd clearly been tortured?

Loki looked Sky over with an appraising eye. His eyes went wide at the sight of her wings. "You're a Valkyrie ~" shock and surprise filled his eyes, dimming the ice blue more toward a blue-green. His expression moved to respect. The Valkyrie were famed warriors; anyone would be wise to be wary when facing one.

Sky gave him a smirk, showing a bit of fang as she did. Let Loki be wary of her. It was good for him and would keep him safer, at least for the moment. Sky knew he was being controlled and forced to attack Midgard. She had to keep him safe long enough to prove it to the others in charge.

"I am quite a lot of things, princeling," she told him with that same tantalizing smirk, drawing in the prince's curiosity. "And you are only beginning to scratch the surface of figuring me out, Omega," her voice was an Alpha's growl-purr, enticing, seducing, sparking the prince's curiosity and interest.

It was as easy to do as enticing a kitten with a ball of yarn.

And Loki, like all Jotnar, and like most Omegas, was really just an overgrown cat at heart.