I don’t own anything.
Loki awoke in a room that he didn’t recognize, clothed in a simple pair of black trousers. The images that he had seen during his sleep replayed themselves in his mind, memories of pain and being torn away by the forces of a broken bridge between worlds. By all rights, he should be dead and not in… where was he?
The fallen prince rose from the bed where he had been laying and walked towards the window. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the forest outside. He wasn’t in Jotunheim; wherever he was, the building that currently housed him wasn’t in that frozen world. However…
Loki raised his hand towards his face and observed the blue skin that now covered him, barely containing a look of disgust. The illusion that made him look like an Aesir had broken the moment that woman had touched him; either she had something to do with Jotunheim or his fall through the remains of the Bifröst had caused the spell to disappear.
Going by her clothes and what he had learned about Midgardians on his last visit, Loki decided that he must had fallen in Midgard. It was a primitive realm, but at least it was one that didn’t keep contact with the other realms.
He searched for his magic in an attempt to restore the glamour that he had lived with all his life, but nothing happened. Loki closed his hands into fists. The words of the brown haired woman resounded in his head.I suppose it’s safe to assume that your magic is failing?
Failing… More like gone; it had been used until nothing was left, probably the only reason to why he had survived his travel through the many dimensions that existed. He hoped that the loss wasn’t permanent.
“Finally awake?” said a voice. Loki turned around and saw the brown haired woman that had helped him. And zapped him.
His eyes narrowed slightly at the thought. Midgardians always used to tell stories about magic-users, true, but those that he had listened to had resulted to be product of ignorance. Midgard had always been considered a realm without magic, when had their inhabitants learned it?
“Are you going to answer and stop staring?” The woman rested her shoulder against the frame of the door.
“I believe that it’s safe to assume that I’m awake,” he finally said. The woman shrugged, tugging slightly at the sleeves of her shirt.
“Probably, but it’s better to ask.”
Loki moved away from the window.
“Is this realm Midgard?”
“I wouldn’t call it a realm, that just gives the wrong idea,” the woman went to the window and opened it, letting in the air from the outside to cool the room. “I believe the term planet is more appropriate; but, yes, this is Midgard, though you should probably call it Earth if you don’t want to get weird stares.”
With a smile in her face, she moved towards him and held out her hand.
“I’m Dawn, by the way, Dawn Summers,” she told him. Loki didn’t know what to think of the appreciative look that she gave him.
He took the hand offered to him and raised it to his lips. The hand was taken away from his grasp before he could kiss it and he observed the confused look that Dawn was giving him. He didn’t even bother with hiding the entertained smirk that her look produced.
“Now, that was rude.”
“You’re supposed to shake it, not kiss it.” A glare. “And stop smirking.”
“My apologies,” Loki said. He clasped her hand and shook it. “Better?”
Loki glanced briefly at the trees outside.
“Where am I?” It wasn’t New Mexico, the desert where Thor had been during his short banishment.
“Not in New Mexico,” was Dawn’s answer. He looked at her with a face that betrayed no emotion.
“I didn’t see you there.”
“Neither did my sister see you there.” Her expression turned serious. “And this reminds me that I have been waiting for three days to talk with you about certain fire-launching armor of yours.”
“Oh, must we?”
“Of course we must. You have no idea the headache that that fight with your brother is giving us.”
His lips became a thin line on his face.
“He’s not my brother.”
“That’s not what I’ve been told.”
“Then you have been informed wrongly,” he said with a hiss.
Dawn crossed her arms and observed his reaction.
“Now, I would love to hear the story behind that affirmation,” she said. “I’m rather sure that that’s not what people has been lead to believe.”
“I sincerely doubt that your legends are correct.”
“And I really
hope that they’re extremely wrong about what they say. In any case, this has nothing to do with legends and myths and all to do with Buffy’s adventures in New Mexico.”
“Then you are still wrong.”
She stared at him for a moment and moved towards the door.
“I’ll go get you a change of clothes, and bandages.” She stopped before leaving the room and looked at him over her shoulder, a hand resting over the knob of the door. “You know, he does consider you his brother.”
She started to move away and close the door, only pausing for a few seconds when he gave an answer to her comment.
“I doubt he thinks like that anymore.”
Dawn walked down the hall and stopped when she reached the corner.
“So?” asked Rona, a sword resting against her leg.
“He’s still weakened from his fall. No magic.”
“And probably not for a while. Seriously, it’s a miracle that he survived that portal.”
Dawn lifted the right sleeve of her shirt and took out the knife and the straps that had been holding it against her arm.
“I really hate straps in summer. They make me sweat.”
“Better that than being dead,” said the slayer, picking her sword up and moving away from the wall. “What do we do now?”
“Clothes, bandages, figuring out what is going on without getting involved in politics...”
Dawn resumed her walk towards the infirmary, now followed by Rona.
“And they say summer is boring,” commented Rona.
“I blame the Powers.”
“You think they’re planning something?”
“When aren’t they?” answered Dawn.