Loki Odinson
Location: Streets of New York | Tags: Tanis & Fenrir
There was really no subtly with Tanis. As soon as she followed him, speaking up to ask about tracking Fenrir, many of the strays within the alleyway bolted. Loki signed. "I don't have anything that belonged to Fenrir." He admitted, straightening up. "He and I aren't very close." Loki told her with the barest trace of regret. "Some of Sleipnir's things are back at the base, but we can't go back in the same way that we came. I can't keep using the cube. It'll have too grave of repercussions if I do. You probably should have mentioned grabbing something before we left." He said, though his voice wasn't filled with too much venom. They did leave quite abruptly, after all. Fenrir must be close. The tesseract was temperamental at times, but it still should have created a correct pathway. Loki moved deeper into the alleyway, where shadows became black as night. He heard breathing. No, he felt breathing. In an instant, Loki twisted his hand and caused a shimmer of chartreuse light to very brief and dimly light the area in front of his face. Loki's eyes widened just slightly as Fenrir's larger ones reflected back at him from the darkness.

















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