Since his last conversation with Thor, Loki has kept an ear to any arrivals in the Nexus. And since his last conversation with Baroness Pelsor, he's kept special attention on the outskirts of the Plaza and the Wilds, anywhere close to neutral or claimed territory. If Asgardians in need come through, he does not want there to be any misunderstandings. He's spoken up for the Fallen thus far, and would hate to have to do a 180.
Fortunately, Thor's usual portal opens up in the Nexus proper, and when the children start stumbling through, it takes Loki less than sixty seconds to take note. The blast of icy air as he appears before them is not to their liking, and because he is in his Jotun guise, there's a chorus of frightened screams from a few of the children nearest him.
That will hurt, later, but he adjust quickly, taking on the more familiar form of their Prince and picking up one of the fallen little ones to make space for the stream of evacuees. A second Loki, this one illusion, and then a third, appear down the street, beckoning the refugees in their direction. "Do not run, walk quickly, this way, come, hurry!"
The faster they move away from the portal, the more will be able to get through before the worst occurs.
The real, solid Loki is right by the opening, reaching through to help guide whomever he can, when the metal screams. He knows what's happening, but it all occurs so fast, he can't even scream at them to jump in a last desperate bid for their lives.
There was a hand in his, he knows not whose, but it tears free as the ship is smashed, and then there are only stars. Merciless oblivion.
He will weep later. Now, he can only hustle the last few away from the collapsing archway, and stare at the ruin that is left.
do not go gentle into that good night...
He cannot let shock take hold. Turning, he singles out the nearest adult, a mother with an infant in her arms. "Help me keep them together. I cannot help the children if they run off in a panic."
It's going to be a tall order. So many are already wailing for their parents or siblings...
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Fortunately, Thor's usual portal opens up in the Nexus proper, and when the children start stumbling through, it takes Loki less than sixty seconds to take note. The blast of icy air as he appears before them is not to their liking, and because he is in his Jotun guise, there's a chorus of frightened screams from a few of the children nearest him.
That will hurt, later, but he adjust quickly, taking on the more familiar form of their Prince and picking up one of the fallen little ones to make space for the stream of evacuees. A second Loki, this one illusion, and then a third, appear down the street, beckoning the refugees in their direction. "Do not run, walk quickly, this way, come, hurry!"
The faster they move away from the portal, the more will be able to get through before the worst occurs.
The real, solid Loki is right by the opening, reaching through to help guide whomever he can, when the metal screams. He knows what's happening, but it all occurs so fast, he can't even scream at them to jump in a last desperate bid for their lives.
There was a hand in his, he knows not whose, but it tears free as the ship is smashed, and then there are only stars. Merciless oblivion.
He will weep later. Now, he can only hustle the last few away from the collapsing archway, and stare at the ruin that is left.
do not go gentle into that good night...
He cannot let shock take hold. Turning, he singles out the nearest adult, a mother with an infant in her arms. "Help me keep them together. I cannot help the children if they run off in a panic."
It's going to be a tall order. So many are already wailing for their parents or siblings...