He didn’t need to stop and think about what
book he really wanted. Loki was just drawn to it, knowing exactly where it was.
The pages were thick and yellowed with age, but he had the page he wanted in a
few flips. If his new ‘friend’ wanted his victim to be brought down to size,
the spell would help him achieve that literal end. The shrinking spell on its
own was strong enough to be used on a god ( he’d tried ), but when coupled with
an entrapment enchantment that could seal the victim inside a special vessel,
such as a glass globe, it would prove the perfect way of subduing any strong
foe.
Of course, he’d make a few minor adjustments
to ensure that the spell couldn’t be used on him or his family, but other than
that, it was free for his guest to use at will. He wrote down the incantations,
mixing both to form a new spell.
“All you need now is a place to put him or her in. Might I
suggest something made
of clear glass?”
The request was one that he knew was tricky. Coming here was a risk that he’d pay for eventually, but for now, he’d do what he could. Reducing anyone down to size – even simply power-wise wasn’t going to be easy. It wouldn’t just require perfect spell-work, but also the right time to do so. Once their defenses were down, Ky could strike, but first he’d need something that could do as he desired.
If there was nothing, he’d have to do this another – far more risky – way, and as such he was willing to listen to whatever was necessary. True, he may not have many years of experience in spell casting, but he knew just enough to get him by or maybe get him killed. He didn’t know which at the moment would happen, but he knew he’d do whatever was needed… even if it wouldn’t turn out decently for him in the long run.
“I’m sure someone will turn up eventually for them, but only as long as it’s strong glass. We wouldn’t want them… breaking out now, would we?”
He smirked. Yes, some spells could be weak
when used by themselves. But when combined with other suitable spells? The
outcome was usually a success. However, Loki didn’t know who ( or what ) the
demon wanted to subdue, so he had no choice but to trust the other’s
assumptions.
“Very well. What ideas do you have? There could be a way to
figure out
your…conundrum.”
One might brand him a traitor for willingly helping a stranger. However, he sensed that
the demon’s foe wasn’t of Asgard, so it wasn’t really going to hurt any of
them, was it? And if it did…well. He
wouldn’t be surprised. The man was more likely to be a treacherous stranger than a moral ally. It would be more SHOCKING if the man turned out to be the latter.
“More than I can count,” he said, arms calmly moving behind his back, “All of them involve certain…situations going according to plan. None of them have a very high likely hood of succeeding.” Even if one of his plans did, even Ky wasn’t so blind as to believe it would be that easy. A direct assault wasn’t going to gain him any favors, but maybe if he could find something that could help.. he’d have a much larger chance of survival.
“My target,” he said, “Isn’t one that can be taken on by conventional means. I might be able to beat him in a fair fight, but there is no doubt in my mind it won’t be fair.” More than likely wouldn’t even be a fight if things went right, but that was quite honestly not the point he was brining it up. “A reason to why I need something…” he didn’t even know what he was looking for at the moment. “To bring him down to size.”
He knew virtually nothing about the man ( nothing a glimpse into his mind couldn’t fix ), but one thing was for sure. He should not trust him. His trust was something he never gave freely. In fact, he no longer trusted his brother’s ‘friends’, knowing that they no longer held him in such high-esteem. A stranger would have to work for centuries before Loki could even consider trusting him. But they weren’t there to form friendships, were they?
“A relic might not be necessary depending on the strength of your… intended recipient. More often than not, a spell could work just as nicely. Perhaps even more so.”
Regardless of what was used, relics and spells could leave magical residues. Anyone well-versed with sorcery could detect it, and if he wanted subtlety, he would have to use a cloaking spell to get rid of those telltale signs. Loki could provide both, but he didn’t see any benefit in helping this one.
Not yet, at least.
“They are far stronger than myself.”
Though there was some ( slight ) doubt to his words, they were truthful all the same. While Ky didn’t know the exact limits to his power, there was uncertainty in his mind that while he was powerful ( no doubt about that ), he’d not be able to do this alone.
It was to that very reason he sought out more… reliant means than trusting his own abilities. True, it would have been much easier that way, but the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in another realm for the rest of his days. A reason to why he was trying ( to the best of his abilities ) to keep things under-wraps and most importantly…out of the gaze of the one he was trying to get rid of.
“If I used a spell, I doubt that it would turn out decently – binding seems to be the easiest route, but I have a few idea’s of my own.”
His lips pursed into a thin-line as he took a step forward, arms sliding into his back pockets. It wouldn’t be easy, but maybe he could find something. If not? Well, he’d be in worse trouble than if he just stayed on Earth.
“ A reason to why i’m here – I’m running out of options by way of normal means.”
“My brother tells me you are in
search of a relic.”
It wasn’t every day that
Thor brought him someone who was looking for something they had within the
vault. It wasn’t every day that someone was brought to him period, so he had agreed to meet with this stranger. It was a nice
reprieve from watching the trainees trip each other up and make complete idiots
of themselves. While his brother warned him not to trust the man, Loki thought
that he should decide for himself. Even now, he could sense that there was
something different in the other. A darker aura, certainly, but there were many races in the multiverse that had
similar auras.
Well. It was a mystery that
would solve itself in time.
“And what would you expect this
relic to do?”
“think of it more as a means to an end.”
he already was on uneasy footing with everyone here. his arrival had been… difficult at best. most of his connections had been extinguished just to arrive here and it would take decades to regain what he had previously. that was if such a thing was possible, but there was always a slight amount of hope. even if it was just a very small possibility of such a thing happening.
still, he was at least playing ‘nice’ here, and that meant he couldn’t pull his usual betrayal at the first possible moment. no, he would wait till the third… or maybe the forth possible moment to do so. that way, he could build some what of a general feeling of trust, and any uneasiness could fade away – making his actions far worse than they would have been before. even more so if they were… unexpected.
“among other things,” he said, hands sliding into his pockets. “it should take care of a problem; if not permanently… at least for thousand years or so.” maybe a bit longer if he was lucky, but even getting his father out of his hair for a short amount of time would suffice. “killing them would be the best course of action, but if not? i’m open to… other options as well.”