whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"If you keep me safe I can shift into the astral plane to get a better look around. I can move much faster."

At least she would be able to get a sense of where they are beyond just surrounded by ice and snow.

Loki stopped and turned to her, cupping her face and looking at her seriously. "Sweetling, if? Mine to protect, remember?" Of course he'd keep her safe! There's a vague sense of hurt along their link that she'd even doubt...

"I didn't mean it like that. I know you will." She reaches her hands to touch his face, fingertips running over the ridges on his blue skin.

She sends apologies and love back, she hadn't meant to suggest he wouldn't.

It's a sign of how worried he must really be, that it had shaken him at all. Calming some with her touch, taking a deep breath. Unconsciously projecting again--that worry and care and affection, and under it all a love for her. That he wasn't even aware of.

"I know that...logically." He failed at sounding sulky, however. "What do I do to help?" He didn't like this plan, but Loki didn't have a better one.

"With the temperature, just make sure I don't freeze." She doesn't stop touching him, or sending a bit of calm through their link. They were together, they would be okay.

"It'll only take me a few minutes and I'll be able to map out where we are."

"I won't let that happen." Loki pledged, folding her closer. Trying to impart what warmth he could even then.

"I'll be right back." She gives him a little kiss before going a bit limp in his arms.

In astral form she can fly so she goes straight up to get a wide picture of the area before doing a quick bit of scouting.

The limpness should worry him, but....he trusts her. Being sure her hood is secure, Loki bundles her up more before shifting to hold her in his arms. Moving to a nearby rock and he settles into guard over her.

Even on the astral plane, it's hard to get a good reading as this place is all ice-rime and mist. They seem to be not far from a cave system connected to a mountain. It seems both some distance away and far too close that there is a darker area clearly blocked off and bordered--helheim.

She sees the dark border, that seems like a place to avoid. The caves hold promise though.

It's no more than five minutes before she returns to her body and hugs him in reply.

"The dark hell-place is to the West. North of us are some caves that might lead to somewhere."

He laughs somewhat bitterly. "I know what you're doing, but I hope never to see you lifeless again." It had shaken him, even while he knew that wasn't what was going on. "Which way to the caves. If nothing else, we can take shelter and try and plan our next move. Not that he was making any move to put her down.

She hugs him a bit tighter. "I'm sorry. I've never really thought of what it looks like, usually I project while I let my body sleep."

It was a needed trip she had taken but she still feels bad about it.

"Just towards that mountain." She points.

Careful of her hood, Loki kissed her forehead, and nodded. It was easy enough to carry her and if it helped her stay warm, so much the better. It wasn't a long walk compared to some he'd taken, and once they were inside it was....still.

Cold, and quiet, and echo-y, but still.

She doesn't actually expect for him to carry her, but she doesn't mind the break.

"Can you light it?" She asks when they finally make it in the cave.

Putting her down reluctantly, Loki holds up a hand and summons a small greenish-gold flame. It lights up things a bit.

Unfortunately it also disturbs the other residents in the gave--they'd seemed to be large stones before, but now that there was a light disturbing them, they started to move. Large and bulky, with red eyes of their own in squat faces.

"Trolls!" Loki said and spat a curse, casting his mage flame higher and making it bigger so that they could see better. It left him with both hands free to summon his daggers.

She sees the movement before anything else. The things are big and about to come towards them. She's summoned her dagger to her right hand and made a magical shield with her left.

This is her first real fight, and her adrenaline is coursing through her veins.

"Their hides are tough as stone. You'll need to focus on weak points where the skin is softer. Or outright vulnerable like the eyes." This was not going to be easy--there were 5 of them, and all were bigger than either Loki or Christine in both height and muscle. "Do NOT let them grab you, Christine."

Close your eyes for two heartbeats It was not a nudge, but it was a very strong suggestion as Christine would also be sent the kernel of idea Loki had. He was going to make things brighter--much brighter for a moment.

Which he did by expanding that mage-fire over into multiple growing bursts in a second--lighting up the place rapidly and hopefully blinding the trolls. Who were blinking and looked confused. Especially since there were multiple Lokis now.

Skin as tough as stone, that's encouraging. The trolls are huge.

She closes her eyes when instucted, behind her lids she can see the burst of brightness.

Her eyes open and she doesn't miss the chance to throw a dagger towards the eye of one troll, she her blade is pushed forward with intention.

She'd been practicing, as the blade struck true and the troll's head reared back with a growl of agony. It flailed its arms, knocking into one of its friends. Loki--all the Lokis really-- were moving quickly, striking out at weak spots like joints, and constantly shifting places to keep the trolls from figuring out which was the real one. Daggers being thrown occasionally, and suddenly one of the trolls looked like Loki--as its friend moved to pummel it with its great arms.

He's so fast. Loki and all of his mirrors move with rapid precision. Christine sends some electrified energy ropes to wrap one of the trolls while summoning her knife back to her hand.

Her primary focus in making sure Loki is safe and able to attack when needed. She keeps shielding him when she can but everything is moving so fast.

Combat could be like that. And really all a troll needs is to get one good grab on him... Hopefully Christine is paying attention though as the one she'd blinded in one eye has managed to spot her and is advancing quickly. It's reaching out for her with one great arm to try and grab her.

There's a scream as it tries to grab her and narrowly misses. She hits it with a bolt of energy to try to slow it down.

It staggers and she doesn't miss her chance to throw her dagger again. It might be the only chance she gets.

Her scream grabs Loki's attention, and her dagger is suddenly enveloped in green as he pulls it straight into the trolls throat. Continuing the motion by gripping the troll with telekinesis, and pulling it off its feet with a heave.

Of course, then he's flying through the air into the cavern wall, all the copies disappear, as another troll had taken advantage of his distraction to smack him hard. Another is there to follow up, picking him up by the throat and moving to smash him into the wall again.

She doesn't have a moment to process the gore before he's being thrown.

All logic and practice goes out of the window and is replaced by fear and rage. She doesn't know what will work so she's throwing everything she can at the troll; suggestions and emotions. She's running towards the danger, summoning as much electricity as she can muster to try to get the troll to drop Loki.

The trolls that are still standing move to clutch their heads, including the one that had been holding Loki. He's dropping to the ground with a thud, but appears conscious at least. Whatever pain he's in, he's fighting through--these guys were nothing like the Hulk smashing him.

"Christine, duck!" He yells, summoning what strength he can and waiting until she is doing so before letting a wave of magic and telekinesis knock everyone to the ground. It's about all he has for the moment, to help buy them some time.

She's running towards him and ducking when he yells.

Her sling ring is being quickly put on. If she can put some distance between them and the cave, they have a chance.

She imagines the rocks they were sitting on as she cuts a portal in the air.

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