Loki Odinson and Carter Eilian
Location: Streets of New York | Tags: Pryden
The soft scuff of shoes in the alleyway behind him caught the attention of Loki's sharp ears and he turned within an instant to grab hold of whoever was hiding within the shadows. A short shout of surprised followed before Loki had the other man pinned to the brick wall of the building to his left, hand around the throat of his 'attacker' and pressing hard enough to strangle. It... it was only one of the SHIELD agents from earlier. The one with a mop of curly blonde hair and freckles across his face. Carter. The agent's pale hand was gripping tightly onto Loki's even paler arm while his other hand tried to shove at Loki's chest. Loki only slackened his grip by a small degree. Enough to allow the agent to breathe and to speak. The younger man immediately sucked air into his lungs and gasped out a quick "Jesus Christ! I was just coming to help!" as he continued to push and shove at Loki to no avail. The god narrowed his eyes slightly. How did the mortal even manage to find... oh. His tracking bracelet. Loki could have screamed. These people were so incredible irksome. "Help?" Loki repeated back to the mortal in near mocking disbelief. "You wish to help me?"
The two were similar in body shape, but Carter wasn't a god. Aesir. Jotun. Whatever the heck Loki was. The blonde gave up on trying to push and pull away from Loki and simply settled on standing there with as much dignity as he could muster with someone's hand still clasped around his neck. "I heard that you were going after Hydra and figured that you might need some backup. I want to help you to get Sleipnir back." Carter offered, sincerely. 'Oh and I've brought my friend talking dog with me.' The blonde thought to himself, but he wasn't about to drop that bomb on Loki yet. The Jotun's hand had finally fallen away from Carter's neck.
"Why would you do that? What in the nine would you have to gain?" Loki asked rather hesitantly. He had been under the impression that SHIELD still did not trust him, and that most within still hated him for his past actions. Therefore, he automatically assumed that Carter had some sort of hidden agenda.
"Not for you." Carter answered rather bluntly. "But Sleipnir is an okay guy. I actually quite like him, and he really doesn't deserve this Hydra crap."
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Oliver Doyle
Locations: HYDRA safe house | Tags: Sleipnir
"I have a plan for that. Plans for all of that, actually." Oliver replied with a small shrug, seemingly quite confident in whatever ideas he'd had. "Plans that I don't really feel the need to share around, and especially not with the likes of you. I just need a few of the finer details confirmed for me before I proceed with anything. That's all." He admitted, crouching down so that he was eye level with Sleipnir. The HYDRA agent was going to go after Jormungandr. There would be no convincing him to do otherwise. It was just a matter of fully preparing for such drastic actions. "Your silence isn't stopping anything from happening... I'd like you to know that." He said after a small pause. "It's just that your cooperation would've made things a lot easier for those who you care about. And for you, of course." Oliver stated in an almost bored tone of voice. "I mean, you are being quite difficult." He hummed as he casually slid a small electric prod from the inside of his pocket. "And I don't like difficult." Without missing a beat, Oliver jammed the two prongs of the prod into Sleipnir's side.














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