Perseus

Following The Breadcrumbs

A/N: ngl I kinda did not wanna write this. It feels insane updating a fic you wrote like 5 years ago, but I was feeling productive today so here. An update. Also let the record state how much I hate myself for writing this is first person. What the hell was I thinking???  

!!warnings for cursing!!

Alternatively Titled (but not actually bc wattpad was being a little bitch about character maximums):  I Go on a Witch Hunt, and Also the Witch's Brother Would Really Appreciate it if I Stopped Calling it a Witch Hunt 

Finding Loki turned out to be a bigger, erm... schist show than previously expected. Thor, having no real information on where Loki had gone, or who he'd gone to see, offered next to no help in getting our little rescue mission started. He did, however, offer a huge help in providing dinner, so all was eventually forgiven. Still, this left us at square one (aka, nowhere. We've gotten nowhere).

"You're sure he didn't say anything?," I asked again. This had to be my... fourth? time asking that question, and I'd already been on thin ice the first time round. Thor thankfully didn't pound me into the floor with his hammer, but his glare said that he was debating that decision.

"Lord Percy, for the last time--"

"Ok, no, I get it, he didn't say anything. But you know how Loki is, even a snide comment might give us a clue. Did he diss your cape? Insult your hair? Literally anything you can remember might be helpful right now."

At this point, Thor was forced to consider whether or not finding his brother was actually worth all this. In the end, he grudgingly decided it was, which was apparently not the answer he'd been hoping for. I thought that said something about how much he loved Loki, but in the best interest of not being incinerated on the spot, I kept this to myself.

"He mentioned nothing,"  Thor growled, frustrated. 

I sprang off the bed--looking back on it, lying on his bed as he paced around his room, obviously pissed as Hades might be what one would consider a "death wish"--and walked to meet him. I placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing calming feelings into him. This wasn't something I've ever tried before on another god so I wasn't entirely sure it would work, but he relaxed under my touch, muscles going limp. It was one of the (and trust me, the number was limited) bonuses of being a god, being able to fabricate feelings like that. I used it sometimes on a couple of the campers when I visited CHB. Anything helped to calm the little ones down after being thrust headfirst into the world of gods and monsters (not necessarily in that order).

We both sighed; me because this whole process of finding Waldo was starting to feel like, well, finding Waldo (and the more I try and solve the puzzle, the more I'm pretty dam sure Waldo isn't even on the page), and Thor because he must have been feeling muscle fatigue from constantly flexing his biceps like that (and maybe also because his brother was missing and that came with some... emotions).

"Well... maybe it isn't about what he said. Maybe it's about what he didn't say," I offered, after a long minute of the two of us staring at the ceiling as if Loki might fall through it at any moment.

This finally piqued Thor's interest. "What he didn't say?"

I shrugged. The idea had come out of nowhere, but it made sense. To me, anyway. Normal people might've thought it sounded crazy, which, was a strong possibility. "Alright well if he said that he was visiting an old friend, but he didn't say who or where... and he gave you a timeframe, right? He said a couple of days at the latest? You know who does that? People who think they're going to be, like, kidnapped or something."