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He had left them there far longer than he intended, and he rushed now along those same pathways with his heart pounding: they would surely find the last stretch of the way through the emptiness on their own before too long, and while he might bring Jotun soldiers into Asgard himself, it would be nothing less than irresponsible of him to allow them free rein while he was not there to control their actions and their movements.
The passageways twisted and curved, and Loki went from a brisk trot to a full run, ducking briefly as the passage dipped, leaping over a deep trench like a wrinkle in the ground. He slung himself around corners and slipped through narrow squeezes. And then he was there, just where he had left them, and for a moment his heart nearly stopped-he thought they were gone. But no. They had only just now grown impatient and begun to wander onward, tentatively stepping into the pale obscurity before them.
“Wait,” he said, calling after their disappearing backs. “Follow me.”
He mastered his breathing as he came to the front of their small group, passing by the muttering Helblindi, and he even gave the Jotun king a little bow as he felt himself being looked over warily from behind blood-red eyes.
“Did something happen, Asgardian? You were gone long, and you seem… distracted,” Laufey said, his voice a low rumble from lips that barely seemed to move as he spoke.
“Yes, many things. None of them important to our business,” Loki said, baring his teeth in a vicious smile. “I hope you aren’t having second thoughts.”
Laufey’s eyes narrowed. “Lead us,” was all the king said then. And Loki did.
They emerged from the in-between in a blind hallway some distance from Odin’s chamber, the air silent and still, the flickering light of the wall sconces teasing back the shadows. Loki walked a few steps ahead of the Frost Giants. He had to appreciate their careful silence as they stalked through this enemy stronghold; once or twice he was forced to glance back to be certain they still followed him. But he also took in other details. Though their breaths were cold and their bodies no doubt likewise, it seemed they did not freeze everything they touched or send frost spidering across the floors unless they chose to. His lip twitched as he filed that information away for future investigation.
And then he turned a corner and stopped cold at the sight of one of Odin’s-no, now his own-councilors coming toward him with a sudden smile. Loki's hand twitched at his side, fingers spread in a gesture he hoped the Jotnar would understand. He did not have time or means to conceal them from sight with his magicks. All he could do was stay where he was with his back to the corridor down which the giants hid and absorb the man’s attention himself.
“Rannver,” Loki said patiently as the man approached with that look in his eye that said he meant to ask a favor, or perhaps just speak into the king’s ear for a feeling of his own importance and the sound of the echoes of the sea reflecting back at him. “I take it you have been seeking me. What is it you need?”
By the time Loki managed to escape again, the Jotnar were nowhere to be seen.
With a sinking feeling and cursing Rannver's very name, he set out to find them.
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Seriously though, I really love Loki's POV, I love his reminiscing about what would it be like to be a jotun, the way he views his biological family. It's all awesome! I hope there'll be more soon! :D
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I've set myself a goal of at least a chapter a day, and while this is a bit of an ambitious project (you should see my outline. I've written stories that were shorter), thus far I've never failed to complete a WIP. So please do keep checking back! :D
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