<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/24232d4e35d620c2b9671f5816b1209c/tumblr_mgxrn1LNaN1rujk88o1_500.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Saving his own nuts<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><em>"Lord Loki...  rape... is not part of who you are. Rape is for the dull minded, for those who are nowhere near the level of intelligence and sharp wit - that you possess."</em><br/><br/>She came so close as she spoke, her words making the process of freezing metal far more difficult than it should have been. She was remarkably perceptive for a human; an irritating quality that made her even more desirable. If this sort of thing continued, he might find himself valuing her for reasons beyond simply wanting to break her body and wring every drop of magic from her soul.<br/><br/>"How do you know who I am?" he hissed, breath hanging like smoke from his blue lips. "If I am anything like your trickster of Midgardian legend, then my nature is not fixed. I may be a prince one moment and a monster the next. You'd do well to remember that."<br/><br/>He pushed all of his force, fractures spreading like a web through the brittle steel. When Ciera's power struck the weakened door, hinges and bolts screamed as they gave way. The metal fell like a clap of thunder, a most unwelcome sound, immediately followed by alarm bells ringing. The hallway beyond their cell was narrow and featureless, lit with dull red lights. It was impossible to determine whether they were above ground or below it, although the abundant moisture and cool air gave Loki the impression of being in a cave.<br/><br/><em>"Shall we, Lord Loki?"</em><br/><br/>"They know where you are, but I wager they do not know what you can do. Go to meet them," he advised, admiring the conjured sword in her hand. "While you fight, I will slip behind them. We must act quickly, before we are sealed inside this place. Most importantly - if you find any of their serum, take it.  If my powers begin to fail before we escape... it will be needed."<br/><br/>It was costly, but time was of the essence. His rune scars faded, his ember eyes went dark, and the diminutive frost giant melted to an impossibly small shadow on the floor. Ice cold paws suddenly clung to Ciera's leg through tattered cloth, as Loki took care not to touch her bare skin so soon after being in Jotun form. A jet black squirrel - small, fast, unexpected - shot up to the woman's shoulder and waited, his silky tail curling around the back of her neck. He chittered something encouraging (or insulting, the odds were equal) as the sound of assembling enemy forces drew near.<br/>