No More Than Stolen Stories - a Fanfiction of a Fanfiction

Chapter 3

After bidding Ley a curt farewell, Freya was off to the galla. She teleported herself just around the corner from where Schäfer would be, and when she saw him, she approached him from behind.
"Excuse me," Freya 'acidently' touched Schäfer's butt.
Schäfer gasped a little, and turned to look up.
Freya gave a tearful pout, and laced her fluent German words with hyptnotizing magic.
What, you forgot Loki didn't need a stick to do sh!t like that? Well frick you Thanos, you ignorant dolt. Loki is like, actually more powerful than Goku. I dare say he may level the playingfield with Shaggy.
Anyway.
"Mein Fahrzeug ist kaputt gegangen und diese Absätze sind nicht sehr effizient, um den ganzen Weg zur Galla zu laufen. Darf ich mit dir fahren? Ich verspreche, ich mache es lohnenswert..."
Which Google translates to:
"My vehicle broke down and this heels aren't very efficient to walk all the way to the galla. May I ride with you? I promise I'll make it worth your while ;3 ."
Magic or not, Loki lived to manipulate mortals. The magic was just an extra layer of fun for him, watching their pupils dialate, their tongues swell a tiny bit, their cheeks tink a soft shade of pink. No one but Loki could see the faint golden runes drift in the air and swirl themselves around Schäfer's head until they settled into a sort or crown, and vanished.
Manipulating Schäfer was very effective.
" Oh ja bitte! Sie sind herzlich eingeladen, mich zu begleiten!"
Which translates to:
"Oh yes please! You are cordially invited to accompany me!"
Freya smiled, placed her hand on Schäfer's cheek, and kissed his other one. When his limo pulled up, Schäfer pulled Freya into the limo, where Freya only let Schäfer get a tiny bit handsy to really play up the part. Nothing more than a little PG13 hand holding and snuggling.
However, with Loki away from Thanos' mind control thing, Loki's brain started turning into a new sort of idea.
"Artz Schäfer?"  Freya asked.
"Ja?" He replied.
"Warum überspringen wir den Ball nicht? (Why don't we skip the ball?)"
"Und wohin gehen? (And go where?)"
"Ich wollte immer nach Frankreich gehen. Sie sagen, es ist ein Ort für Liebhaber. (I've always wanted to go to France. They say it's a place for lovers.)"
Schäfer's jaw dropped, but he quickly instructed his limo driver to turn onto the nearest express way to the closest air port.
In the mean time, Loki too the opportunity to use his astral projection to Ley.
~Elf, can you hear me?
Ley, who had been patrolling the grounds of the gala, heard Loki's voice in her head loud and clear and terrorfyingly close.
She gasped, and Loki sensed it, causing Freya to crack a smile as she continued to PG snuggle with Schäfer who was still ordering the driver to turn onto the off ramp.
~Listen, I don't have much time, but I'm ordering you to abort the mission.
"What?" She hoarsely yelled out loud. "How are you in my head?"
Freya rolled her eyes. ~you simply need to think your thoughts to me. It's Astral Projection.
"Okay wait hold on what-"
~Astral project-
"No, about the plan-"
~Speak your thoughts-
"Shut up, Loki! What is going on?"
~Ugh, I thought of a better, quicker way to get the irididum without having to deal with those nasty pests at S.H.E.I.L.D..
"What?" Ley hissed. "But the plan!"
~there is no plan anymore. I thought of a better way. I'm going to France with Schäfer.
"France!" Ley felt her veins begin to pump lava. "Loki. Loki, why are you needlessly complicating things? And what is going on, Loki? What the fu-"
~Listen to me now, Elf, He said as his own veins heated up in annoyance. ~ I make the rules. You follow them. I figured there is a better way to do this mission. Now you run along back to base and make sure no one steps out of line. You're in charge. You weild the scepter until I get back.
"Loki, this is not part of the plan, we're supposed to be a team-"
~I'm not discussing this with you anymore.
"Where are you-"
He disconnected their communication path just as he noticed Ley's voice raised slightly in pitch in...
What was that?
Worry?
Ugh, he thought, weak and disgusting.
He would have brooded on it for a bit more, but Schäfer kissed the top of Freya's head and when she looked up, she saw a georgeous white private jet in a private lot.
At least they would be traveling in style.