<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9xp36QaWo1ryoadxo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, near Stark Tower<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:45 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Open, Leena </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>The sudden rumble and bustle of the city was disorienting, the noise of traffic amplified in the narrow alleyway where the rift opened for Loki. He leaned against the nearest brick wall for a moment while his senses adjusted. The Tesseract's power was a challenge to manipulate, even for a god. While it was tempting to open himself completely to it from the start, the cube's unlimited energy would consume and destroy any mind or body unable to channel it into something of use. So he harnessed it with care, gradually drawing threads of power to weave already-familiar spells into far grander forms.<br/><br/>It was time for another test.<br/><br/>He straightened, smoothing his clothes with the familiar illusion of a proper mortal suit. The figure that emerged from the alley and joined the flow of pedestrians on the sidewalk was a tall, impeccably dressed gentleman who blended into the throng. It was a brief, brisk walk to the plaza at the base of Stark Tower.<br/><br/>Scaffolds still dotted the street scape around town. He'd lost track of time in Asgard, remaining obediently in their prison until he had learned the exact location of the Tesseract in Odin's vault. Until he had crafted the poisonous spell. Until everything was aligned appropriately. It felt like an eternity of restriction... yet from the tattered look of Midgard's great city it couldn't have been very long at all. And here he was again so soon! How it must burn Fury and all the others who had trusted Thor to keep their nightmares muzzled.<br/><br/>The thought of Thor's beloved mortal pets turning on their savior brought a smile to Loki's lips. He glanced up at the tower, currently emblazoned with only an “A” at the top rather than Stark's name. “Avengers,” they called themselves. He would yet see them at each others' throats while their world burned. While<em>all </em>the worlds burned.<br/><br/>His mood ever improving, the rightful King of Asgard strode across the plaza and paused before an ornamental bank of flowers. Lowering his head, Loki began to call the magic. Mortal figures faded and only the sharp angles of the structures remained in sight as blue energy rose and spread, twining in a specific pattern away from him. Writhing across the pavement and encircling the base of the tower, the streams of power met one another with a flash and carried back around until the twin flows met beneath Loki's hands once more. Complete. Set in the stone.<br/><br/>The last licks of azure glow left his eyes as the world re-solidified around him. Humans continued to stream past, blissfully unaware of what had just taken place beneath their feet and the danger they would soon face. Reaching out he picked one of the flowers from the embankment, a tiny red rose, and turned it thoughtfully between his thumb and forefinger.<br/><br/>“Amora,” he whispered, turning his mind to the lovely enchantress. “I would see you soon. We have much to discuss...”<br/><br/>An all-too-familiar roar shattered his buoyant mood, accompanied by a distant roll of thunder.<br/><br/><em><strong>"LOOOKIIIII!!"</strong></em><br/><br/>It came as something of a shock to feel the cracking of his brother's fury so close by. He had not flown to the rescue of his precious Jane? Yet he was already burning with rage! A bemused smile returned to his face as he pondered the most likely reason. Amora, you wicked girl, wicked clever girl.