Illusions | Loki & Jane

16. Mjolnir

Loki was standing in front of the building feeling dashed. He had hoped to find Jane at home, nevertheless it seemed that she wasn't there.

For months he had been waiting to finally visit earth again and now that he was finally able to, Jane was not at home. He had been to the university as well, sadly not finding Selvig nor Darcy.
He let the air slip his lungs, watching Jane's house from the streets in Brooklyn. Should he wait for her until she'd return home? No he couldn't risk it. Heimdall was watching an illusion of him in New Mexico where Thor ought to be. If he would linger on at New York for too long, the all-seeing Asgardian would find out eventually. He sighed sadly one more time, looking at Jane's window, as if he would see her standing there, but nothing was moving, not even the wind in the curtains. He turned around disappointed and disappeared, as if he vanished in thin air.

This new power of Odin's staff is very helpful, indeed.

He appeared in New Mexico on a hill, looking down on a strange sight. A construct was built in the middle of a dessert. There was a translucent cube, erected in the middle of something that looked like a crater. White tunnels of clear plastic were coming from the cube, leading to containers. Floodlight was shining around the place from everywhere and the people had structured a fence fifty yards from the crater, where guards were patrolling the area. Other men were running up and down the tunnels or driving around, carrying strange devices, as if their duties were very important and they were very busy.
They still remind me of ants. Loki thought squeezing his eyes. Probably in the middle of this self-made building, there was sitting a fat queen, shoving them around. He chuckled at the image in his head, but quickly pushed away the thought. He knew what was in there and why the people looked so anxious. It was most certainly Thor's - no not Thor's anymore - Hammer. His lips formed a vicious smile, before he made an illusion around himself, blending into the surroundings, which made himself invisible. He entered the grounds, without anybody seeing him.

The God of mischief walked slowly to the center of the area, where the square was build. There it was, lying in a huge hole, which was probably created, due to the impact of the hit. He strode up to Mjolnir, slightly smirking and rested in front of the huge mallet. Slowly his hand moved towards the helve, while in his head images of him owning the weapons of his brother and father appeared and of what he could do with it. His fingers covered the wooden handle cautiously. He breathed in slowly one more time, before pulling it slightly. Mjolnir didn't even move one bit. Loki's expression hardened. He mustered up more strength, but without any achievement. The weapon was lying there, like it had been glued to the ground. The half-god groaned annoyed.
Of course, how could I forget, that I am your even more unworthy son. He thought, looking up to the sky, as if Odin could see and hear him think. At least I am the one, who is sitting on your throne after all. He ripped his gaze off of the clouds in the sky and looked at Mjolnir one more time, before he adjusted his jacket.