Pain's Universe Part 8
Do I dare hope that LJ got all of the kinks out of this...?
A week later, England and Norway met in Norway's home to summon Loki. Norway inscribed the runes as England skimmed the book and pointed out where certain runes should go.
They were almost finished.
Norway completed the last curve and stepped back. They started chanting.
Soon, there was a quiet whoosh and Loki was there. He was wearing a suit and was tapping a silver PDA. England cleared his throat. Loki looked up and an expression of surprise crossed his face before it turned into his usual calculating expression when dealing with mortals.
"Hello mortals! You must be quite powerful to have summoned me by yourselves." He cast a glance at the floor and took a step towards the chalk boundary. The boundary glowed violet and he hastily took a step back. "Ok, so not foolish mortals." He muttered to himself. "What can I do for you?" he asked them.
"We need information." Norway stepped forward. Loki frowned and his eyes flicked between Norway and England.
"So, not mortals. This is turning out to be quite the interesting century. What kind of information do you need?"
"We need to know if you've made a pact with one of our kind in this past century."
Loki grinned, showing his somewhat pointed white teeth. "I have. I'll give you that one for fee."
"What do you want in return?" England asked. "There are things we refuse to do." Next to him, Norway sighed.
"What he means is there are things we cannot do because of what we are." he interjected before Loki could get the wrong idea.
Loki frowned. "I know that." he said, petulantly. "My price was going to be a kiss for every question asked."
"A kiss?" England looked ready to refuse.
"Give us a moment. " Norway dragged England over to a corner. "Do you want the information or not?" he hissed.
"But a kiss! That's-"
"It's just a kiss. He's not asking for more. It could be worse. Much worse"
"I don't want to kiss him. Can't we get the information from someone else?"
Norway shook his head. "Loki's the only spirit that would have been willing to help Germany."
"But-"
Norway fixed him with a look that chilled England to the core. "This might be our only chance England. Do you really want to let that go?" Silently England shook his head. They walked back to where Loki was standing.
"We're ready." Norway said.
Yes! It seems they did!
A week later, England and Norway met in Norway's home to summon Loki. Norway inscribed the runes as England skimmed the book and pointed out where certain runes should go.
They were almost finished.
Norway completed the last curve and stepped back. They started chanting.
Soon, there was a quiet whoosh and Loki was there. He was wearing a suit and was tapping a silver PDA. England cleared his throat. Loki looked up and an expression of surprise crossed his face before it turned into his usual calculating expression when dealing with mortals.
"Hello mortals! You must be quite powerful to have summoned me by yourselves." He cast a glance at the floor and took a step towards the chalk boundary. The boundary glowed violet and he hastily took a step back. "Ok, so not foolish mortals." He muttered to himself. "What can I do for you?" he asked them.
"We need information." Norway stepped forward. Loki frowned and his eyes flicked between Norway and England.
"So, not mortals. This is turning out to be quite the interesting century. What kind of information do you need?"
"We need to know if you've made a pact with one of our kind in this past century."
Loki grinned, showing his somewhat pointed white teeth. "I have. I'll give you that one for fee."
"What do you want in return?" England asked. "There are things we refuse to do." Next to him, Norway sighed.
"What he means is there are things we cannot do because of what we are." he interjected before Loki could get the wrong idea.
Loki frowned. "I know that." he said, petulantly. "My price was going to be a kiss for every question asked."
"A kiss?" England looked ready to refuse.
"Give us a moment. " Norway dragged England over to a corner. "Do you want the information or not?" he hissed.
"But a kiss! That's-"
"It's just a kiss. He's not asking for more. It could be worse. Much worse"
"I don't want to kiss him. Can't we get the information from someone else?"
Norway shook his head. "Loki's the only spirit that would have been willing to help Germany."
"But-"
Norway fixed him with a look that chilled England to the core. "This might be our only chance England. Do you really want to let that go?" Silently England shook his head. They walked back to where Loki was standing.
"We're ready." Norway said.
Yes! It seems they did!