His lips curved up in malice as he continued to pay no heed to her threat. A stab wound to a God was much less that that to a mortal. He watch as Eva nonchalantly caused the guards to slip and froze them in place. He nodded and pursed his lips at her resolve. "I'm impressed." He caught up with Eva, he almost wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but he knew she wouldn't react well. "I admire your rather cold resolve. But yes, let us move forward - home awaits!" He rubbed his hands and raised a brow, looking at the rather unamused Eva.
They came to the corner out of the prisons, Asgard was armed to the teeth, especially with the aligning of realms approaching. Malekith or Surtur were bound to make moves. Loki had a plan. "How does becoming a man sound like to you?" He turned with a curled lip as he almost laughed while saying it - their next steps out of Asgard could be made easy - rather than having to fight their way through hordes of soldiers.
The Prince of Mischief grinned as he saw Eva come to the realisation that she had infact been tricked. But now was not the time to focus on something so trivial. As he pressed a brow down, half his face rose in amusement. "Am I supposed to fear the cold-- you really aren't familiar with me at all, are you?" He chuckled at his rhetorical question. He was willing to compromise, but Loki lived by the sentiment that it was impossible to betray tools. Does the carpenter ever betray their hammer by putting it to use for their own ends? Not at all - 'tis a silly notion. A twin pair of guards, clad in burdening golden armour were marching towards the prison. Pulling himself up to the wall tighter, his eyes widened as he spoke to Eva. "You may be needing to use these powers a lot sooner than you think--" As he finished, two large looming shadows crawled across the wall as the neared the corner to turn into the prison.
As Loki anticipated, Eva was quite upset upon her release. He watched as his duplicate dissipated into thin air following a rather painful looking slap from the soon to be Asgardian fugitive. He raised a right hand, rendering himself visible once more as he pressed his index finger against his lip. "Try to keep your cool" he mockingly jested, as he began to lie in close to the walls. If they were going to escape Asgard, it would only be through keeping to the shadows - and maybe even subterfuge if need be. He beckoned her over with the wave of a hand, to follow him. "I know the last thing you'll want to do is to trust Loki - but I'm asking you, trust Loki." It was all within Loki's intentions to see her out of the Asgardian prisons. But where to next? There was much beyond Asgard, perhaps even a heist, to steal relics of magical prominence from Amora. Eva very much reminded Loki of Lorelei, and where he had failed with that Ice Queen, he was sure he would succeed with this one.
Loki's eyelids danced upon the tips of his emerald hues irises as he heard her conform to his manipulations. Of course, he wasn't a complete idiot, and he knew that there was every chance that she'd attack him upon the barrier being shut. Tapping into his one true mastery, sorcery, he rendered himself invisible as a duplicate walked towards the barrier. The duplicate spoke upon the command of it's master, "Much better, welcome aboard." Soon thereafter, the shield shattered, allowing Mjoll to escape. "Guards will be on their way, we must hurry." The duplicate responded once more. The real Loki watched, ever vigilant, for it was not the nature of Loki to trust.
Perhaps he initially thought wrong. Had she just really been fearing him murdering her, and now was making demands of him? The trickster God shook his head as he lowered his palm, ushering in the dissipation of the green spell. "It must feel good, to make threats from behind that barrier." He snarled, almost as if venom trickled down his mouth. "--Suit yourself, rot in here." He turned on his heel, holding his hands behind his back and his head held high. His cheekbones cut through the air he paced through. "Imagine, an orphan who rose to nobility, from under the thumb of Nick Fury and the midgar's who strive for more. You had literal godhood within your grasp, yet in your arrogance, you cannot see it. I feel a great deal of pity for you." He knew that it would be only a matter of time before Eva called him back. It was Loki, after all - his scheme's were legendary.
He watched as the realisation crept over her face. It was apparent; clear as day. It was him, it was always him. He knew that she had never eaten any of the Golden Apples of Idunn. The glowing lights from within the darkness only highlighted the shadow of sullen cheeks that Loki bore. "Yeah... I got them. I didn't eat them because i'm not crazy..." Loki gave a gentle shrug, as his lips curled up. "Those apples are simply to die for-- actually, forget that." He caught himself making an ironic pun that he was more than sure Eva wouldn't understand just yet. Loki needed to remind her of her heritage as an Asgardian - and more so, for her to fit into his plan. He needed to bring out her true potential, the very reason he went through the hassle of carrying her himself all those long years ago. "--or aparently about to be murdered by Loki, so Yay me!" Oh she was like him more than he thought, maybe he had carried her for too long. Another child - just what he needed. She was about the join the long list of a wolf, serpent, an 8-legged horse-- and a goddess of death. He brought his palm inches away from the forcefield as it began to emit a viridescant glow. "Murder? Oh no. I'm afraid you've been dwelling on Midgar for far too long if you believe that's my primary operative. I come here offering you freedom, in exchange that you follow me." His words played off eachother like a beautiful song with a deep meaning, they would always have people looking into their meanings when they were right there infront of them - a true silvered tongued serpent, who was coiled and ready to strike.
Loki stood from within the shadows, his face completely shrouded in their dark embrace. This girl, she went by the name Eva. Her real name, however, was Mjǫll Lokadottir - and Loki was keen to remind her. The girl issued a gentle greeting, as she was unawares of her whereabouts. After all, why would she, a 'girl of Midgar' be within the very prisons of Asgard? It was his doing, it always was. Her life was of his engineering. A babe of power that was plucked from his grasp - but no longer. Emerging from the shadows, with his long coat tapping against the back of his boots, her glared at her. Her piercing emerald eyes almost seemed like they would tear through the glass. "Did you ever get my apples?" He asked plainly. To most? This was a silly question, what apples? But to Eva? It would mean a lot more.
* Once she heard the voice coming from behind her she turns to face the green villain* Ivy what are you doing here I thought you were continuing on with your business.
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They came to the corner out of the prisons, Asgard was armed to the teeth, especially with the aligning of realms approaching. Malekith or Surtur were bound to make moves. Loki had a plan. "How does becoming a man sound like to you?" He turned with a curled lip as he almost laughed while saying it - their next steps out of Asgard could be made easy - rather than having to fight their way through hordes of soldiers.