whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

They didn't have the time for her to do any other method. She can feel it when he offers her energy and it does help. Their strength when combined makes fairly quick work of broken ribs.

It may feel a bit odd, his bones shifting slightly inside of his chest, but they are going back where the need to be.

Loki doesn't flinch, or grimace. He's been through worse pain, and she's only speeding up what his natural regeneration is already going to do. Instead he's keeping his eyes on their opponents, and pondering strategy. Trusting her to do what she does best.

There is a different feel about her however, one that can't simply be their link alone. Ideas and forgotten rumors and tales are swirling in his head. Along with what the Norns said...

"This is a test, of some kind."

"It's a pretty shit test." She's trusting him to keep an eye on the trolls while she focuses on healing him.

"I can portal one somewhere else, probably." She is running low on both energy and ideas.

"They usually are, Sweetling. Save your strength." Because if this was a test, there had to be a way to pass it. Which likely meant dealing with the trolls. "You've whittled their numbers, and crippled one. I'll handle the rest."

He wasn't sure where this certainty was coming from either. It was like a half-remembered dream, feeding him clues. "Be ready to shield yourself, Christine." Because she'd done the work she needed, and now it was his turn.

She can feel his confidence and it encourages her. She trusts him. The link is briefly flooded with love.

"Ready." She's prepared to drop the larger shield to create a smaller one.

It's entirely unconscious on his part, but the link is flooded back. Pride and joy and protectiveness and worry and care and concern and trust...and that undercurrent of love. Hiding under all the rest, as though to keep him from noticing it.

With a nod, Loki gets to his feet more fully. His breathing is better, and any bruises that remain will heal rapidly anyways. They need to finish this and get out of the cold for her sake. A moment to be sure she has her shield ready, before he's stepping away from her. Moving to the side, studying the remaining two trolls.

"Over here you galumphing piles of stone-for-brains." It's called in challenge, grabbing their attention. Dagger summoned to one hand, and his other held out--summoning something else. A short sword, golden in blade--that a moment later lights on fire.

His distraction gives her time to put up a new shield to keep herself safe. She does send a little confusion to one of the trolls in hopes Loki will get a moment between the two.

He summons his dagger and then something new. The flaming sword is a surprise.

It's a bit of a surprise to him, although he wasn't showing it. Again, remnants of a forgotten-dream were guiding him. But they were working, so Loki would question it later.

Christine's projecting confusion does help, as they'd started to charge only to slow again for a moment. Which was what Loki needed, sweeping wide with his sword and casting an illusion of a circle of flame around them all. Which the trolls did not like, with some grunts of annoyance. Allowing Loki to dart in, stab at a joint or two, duck the remaining arm and twist to bring the sword around to cut off the troll's head.

Christine is glad she was able to create enough of a distraction to be able to help.

She's never seen anything being decapitated, and watching the trolls head hit the ground makes her a little sick to the stomach.

At least it was a clean-wound, so to speak. thanks to the fire. The other troll roars a challenge of it's own, arms swinging and moving to grab at Loki again. Who seems to back up a few steps, before the troll reaches him. And grabs an illusion. It's clearly confused, and tries to grab the being who had backed up and stood in defensive stance.

Only for there to suddenly be the tip of a blade covered in flames pointing through it's chest. Both hands on the hilt, as Loki'd had to fight that stone skin a bit even with the sword.

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The flaming sword seems quite helpful overall. She is so relieved to see the tip of a sword come through that last troll.

Only when it hits the ground with a thud can she actually breathe a little sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" She drops her shield.

"Are you?" Loki asked, dismissing the flames and illusions. "It took a lot out of you to heal me, didn't it?" Dagger vanishing, he considered the sword for a moment, before shifting his shoulders and conjuring a sheath and holster for it. Then he's moving for Christine.

"I'm okay." She's closing the gap between them to throw her arms around him.

"I'll need to rest. You helped a lot with your energy."

"I'd rather you rested away from all of this cold." He still looked like a Jotunn, after all. Wrapping his arms around her in turn, and thinking. "We need to get out of here."

He is still very blue. In all the commotion Christine couldn't feel the cold.

"Do you have any way to get us back? I don't know if I can do a portal to another world." The only sorcerer she knows of who can cut that sort of distance is Stephen.

"I don't, but I think we can cut a portal." It would have to work--but where would they go?

To Thor...they had to get to Thor. It was a gut feeling, but Loki trusted it. "I believe in you Sweetling. Form the portal, but use me for energy and guidance." Along their link, a mental hand was extended so to speak--once more drawing her past his outer most shield if she took it.

She knows they need to rejoin Thor.

"Focus on your brother." She nods. Even with Loki's help the energy required will be immense for Christine.

She uses Loki's emotions and her desire to get off this planet and funnels it into the circle she is casting.

Loki moves to stand behind her, hands at her wrists. A physical support as well as providing energy. Focusing on his brother--all the complicated and complex feelings that come with. Trusting Christine in a way he hadn't trusted anyone--ever. So many ways she was a first for him.

A different tangle of emotions, that he set aside for now. Thor--infuriating, amusing, annoying Thor. Pride in his brother, surprise that his brother cared, a want for approval and to be seen as an equal, a hatred of how things seemed to come so easily for his brother-combined with a knowledge-now that was almost pity at how he'd suffered. Familial love.

Christine's energy was now a mix of familiar orange with a green gold-corona. Showing them a cold and dark place in the stars.

All those emotions flow through her to get to the portal, and she realized the amount of trust Loki is putting in her to let all these emotions cross through her.

The window is open and it looks stable.

"I can't hold it for long."

"Then we move now." IF need be he'll just pick her up and do so. Where was his brother? That couldn't be Nidavellir, could it?

Christine is able to close the portal before she faints from the effort that it took to travel this far.

Loki is there to catch her easily. Picking her up, cradling her close. That link is still open and now the emotions are all focused on her. Worry and concern and pride and admiration and care and protectiveness and love too. Loki doesn't seem to even realize that's what he's feeling. More concerned and looking around before spotting a tree creature.

Then the link is closed as he's striding forward to the being....who's playing a video game mini console of some kind? "You. Where is Thor Odinson?"

"I am Groot." The being responds, with casual teenage apathy and arrogance.

Because that is so helpful. It's Nidavellir, but why is it dark? Where are all the dwarves? Loki needed answers, and a place for Christine to rest.

When she wakes up, there will be quite a story to tell her... She'll be lying carefully out of the way of the main action, but as comfy as could be made in a forge built around a neutron star.

Somewhere in her unconscious state she is feeling all of that and it is nice.

It's not too long before she wakes, she just needed a bit of a rest. She stirs slowly and looks around.

"Loki?"

"Christine!"
"Christine!"
"What's a Loki?"

2 voices in unison, and one slightly after. Thor and Loki are both soon at her side, though only Loki is reaching for her to help her sit. There's also a talking bipedal raccoon and a taller living tree being looking at her too. "I am Groot?"

"Loki is my brother, sweet rabbit" Thor says in answer to the question. "Christine, how do you feel? We've little time to waste..."

Be honest Sweetling--yes, time is of the essence but *you* are more important to me.

She sits up and looks around. Loki, Thor, a talking racoon and a tree. So either they made it or she died.

"I'm ok. We found you then." She says to Thor.

I'm a bit tired but I'm okay.

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