<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2f83da2fefdf39ecce7a8177bae8eb7e/tumblr_mm8rwhvp1j1rgwwjfo1_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>Cooling off towards his cellmate<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>He felt so close to his objective: something soothing to cool the fire in his blood, something pliable to salve his wounded pride. Then came the firm push and his back was to the wall and his teeth were bared. The girl was babbling about blood, harvest, and her chosen mate, as if any of that mattered now at the end of this world.<br/><br/>“You insolent little-” Loki got no further, not because of any spiritual reprimand but because Ciera stumbled on the memory of her family and looked ready to cry. He had heard and watched hundreds, perhaps thousands of humans crying in the past few days and felt nothing. He was removed from them and their individual tragedies, his interest fixed on the source of the carnage and the power it represented. That was what mattered, that was all that ever mattered, wasn't it?<br/><br/>Now he was face to face with a creature that was as close to his equal as could be found in Midgard – a human rising to meet a fallen god – and she was full of tears and it... hurt. The pain of her loss was obvious and raw and it spilled over onto him, tainting his selfish desires. Loki's eyes dropped and darted around the dirty space between them. Was this sympathy? For a human? His lip curled.<br/><br/><em>“If you truly wish to assist me, share your essence with me, share your power... So that I may blast that damn door from it's hinges." </em><br/><br/>Ciera held him by the shoulders and stared until he met her look of new-found fury with the ghost of a smile. This one was a quick study. True warriors cloaked their sorrows in anger, so they could be used.<br/><br/><em>"Then... so long as it breaks not my code - I will give you something in return... for helping me accomplish such a task." </em><br/><br/>His smile vanished. “Insolent little witch!” he spat, finishing his original curse. “Are we making deals in the dark? As if I couldn't take your innocence right now! I As if I cared about your precious code! Do not think to bribe me with empty promise.” He rose, slowly, standing on the razor's edge of his decision. “Here is my bargain. We will pool our abilities and destroy everything we must in order to break free from this squalid cell. Then we will leave this place for safer ground. And then, in exchange for my generosity, you will offer me your maidenhead... because it is a rare commodity and it is all I want from you.”<br/><br/>It was a blatant lie but it was all she deserved, having infecting him with pity. He put his back to her, spreading his hands against the door and pressing into the steel as he smothered his own need with carefully directed rage. Unlike Cairo, there was so much moisture in everything here – it made the process much easier.<br/><br/>“Not long ago, I had a disagreement with the All Father,” he began, feeling the frost gather beneath his fingers. “He saw fit to strip me of power and cast me out of Asgard. Again.” Points of ice formed, spread, shot between the molecules of metal. “But there were two talents he could not take from me because of what I am.” When he turned to look at the girl, his eyes were twin fires blazing in a face of Jotun blue, his rune scars glowing dimly in the cramped cell. “The bolts will freeze within the locks, become brittle. Use your warrior gifts to break them and rip the door away, Ciera. Use all of your pain and lust and anger. Now.”<br/>