<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8dw35dh6K1qlm4z8o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki Laufeyson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ontario, Canada, on the shore of Lake Superior<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 2:00 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> None </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Moving through space and time via Tesseract was nothing like the violent rush of traveling the Bifrost. It was more like... stepping through a veil. One moment in Asgard, in Midgard the next. Such a  civilized method of travel.<br/><br/>It took a bit longer to locate one tiny human mind on a globe packed with millions. Recalling the images and impressions from Solvig's mind he teased out the strands that stank of<em>her</em>. That woman. A visit to his brother's mortal whore was long overdue. He some some idea, now, of her general geographic location, but it would take some time to find her nestled in this rugged land.<br/><br/>Loki settled himself on a rocky outcrop overlooking a vast, dark lake. The place appealed to him greatly; ley lines ran thick and full beneath the icy waters. Knowing what he did about Jane and her feeble search for ways to walk the universe, she would likely be attracted to points of such power. Humans loved their stories about visits from more advanced creatures than themselves. With so much concentrated energy surging below, there had to be many such stories in this corner of Midgard.<br/><br/>Casting his thoughts along the ribbons of power, he hunted for her. He would find her. Then he would know how she spun that cloying web of softness he'd seen in his brother's eyes.<br/>