Prometheus will see Loki's duplicate illusions first, most likely. They wear his court robes and armor, twin-horned golden helmet glistening like a beacon for the Asgardians around him. There are a few adults, mostly mothers with children in tow, and one or two evident tween- or teen-agers (or whatever the Asgardian equivalent is), trying to soothe and calm the smallest children.
In panic, already little groups have run off or gotten split away from the bulk of the refugees. Loki's illusions are moving around the ones that remain, as if to herd them like a border collie with sheep. The illusions speak gently though, rather than biting, moving about to coax everyone into sitting. You're safe here, it will be all right. Sit, breathe. I am here.
It's a far cry from the grandiose entrance he made before Ragnarok, but Prometheus didn't get to witness that anyway.
After a few steps, he will see the real Prince of Asgard. Loki is reduced to his normal height now, a bit over six feet tall, but not nearly as visible as in his towering, enhanced Jotun shape. In the sea of terrified children, though, he stands out, no less because he has one white-faced, trembling girl clinging to his back and a toddler in his arms. Both are unsettlingly silent in the mass of more panicked children. They were among the last out of the portal and saw destruction hurtling toward them. He does not know if their families made it.
There is a look on his face, as he orders two of the older children to guard a group of six younger ones, a look like a wild creature trying to gather and defend its young in the midst of a forest fire or some other disaster.
"...but we shall make a game of it," he's telling them, voice warm and lilting despite the raw expression in his eyes. "I want you all to sit in place and play 'I Spy', all right? And if you spy someone who you know is of Asgard and looks hurt or will not come sit with you, you must call me at once. Do not chase them, but tell me. Understood?"
He breaks off as he sees Prometheus, drawing a deep, shaky breath. He kisses the nearest child on top of the head and murmurs something inaudible to him, then hastens toward the Titan with the other two still in his arms.
"Help," he begs quietly. "There are hundreds of children and only a few adults. I cannot contain them if they panic and go running. Please."
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In panic, already little groups have run off or gotten split away from the bulk of the refugees. Loki's illusions are moving around the ones that remain, as if to herd them like a border collie with sheep. The illusions speak gently though, rather than biting, moving about to coax everyone into sitting. You're safe here, it will be all right. Sit, breathe. I am here.
It's a far cry from the grandiose entrance he made before Ragnarok, but Prometheus didn't get to witness that anyway.
After a few steps, he will see the real Prince of Asgard. Loki is reduced to his normal height now, a bit over six feet tall, but not nearly as visible as in his towering, enhanced Jotun shape. In the sea of terrified children, though, he stands out, no less because he has one white-faced, trembling girl clinging to his back and a toddler in his arms. Both are unsettlingly silent in the mass of more panicked children. They were among the last out of the portal and saw destruction hurtling toward them. He does not know if their families made it.
There is a look on his face, as he orders two of the older children to guard a group of six younger ones, a look like a wild creature trying to gather and defend its young in the midst of a forest fire or some other disaster.
"...but we shall make a game of it," he's telling them, voice warm and lilting despite the raw expression in his eyes. "I want you all to sit in place and play 'I Spy', all right? And if you spy someone who you know is of Asgard and looks hurt or will not come sit with you, you must call me at once. Do not chase them, but tell me. Understood?"
He breaks off as he sees Prometheus, drawing a deep, shaky breath. He kisses the nearest child on top of the head and murmurs something inaudible to him, then hastens toward the Titan with the other two still in his arms.
"Help," he begs quietly. "There are hundreds of children and only a few adults. I cannot contain them if they panic and go running. Please."