Loki lay in the shadows on the cold concrete, breathing labored as he applied pressure to one of his deeper wounds. The syringe he had been pierced with lay at his side, its mysterious contents drained dry. Who could have possibly formulated a substance capable of rendering him this defenseless?
He held his breath at the sound of approaching footfalls, fearing that his pursuer had managed to track him. Even in his weakness, he could not stop his tongue.
“Have you come to put me out of my misery? How noble.”
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Loki walked into the small bar, coolly avoiding the mixed stares fixed in his direction. He had come across many strange things in the time he had spent in this area, though nothing that had been odd enough to pique his interest. Until now.
The creature behind the bar was tall and strong, sporting a childlike pout and clever eyes. The god seated himself toward the end of the bar, green eyes locked upon the mortal, a small, polite smile on his lips.
“Excuse me. I am afraid that I am a bit out of my element. Have you any recommendations?”
The night air held a chill, prompting the exhausted prince to pull his jacket tightly against his slender frame. His previous job had not gone according to plan, due to severe misinformation provided by his employer. He cursed the Midgardian trait of meddling with nature, as he lowered his aching body onto a bench.
The city amazed him - hundreds of mortals all around, and not a single one took heed of a battered god and ex war criminal, slumped, half asleep, on a park bench. He had come this way without thinking, finding himself mere blocks away from where his brother was currently residing… a response learned long ago, and frustratingly difficult to oppose. He sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes.
Loki felt it long before he heard its approach - a piercing blue light stabbing through his mind, clenching his chest in a wave of panic. He opened his eyes, staring straight ahead as footfalls drew closer from behind, his fingers white from the vice grip on his coat.
“Have you come to finish what remains of me?”