believeinthis: (Warrior: Angel of Death)
ʟᴏᴋɪ ([personal profile] believeinthis) wrote2010-12-29 11:00 am
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death&disease: With added sprigs of mistletoe

Loki had been busy.

In truth, he was always busy and sometimes, every now and then, he took a moment to feel sadness for that. For as long as humans sinned, he would be around to bring about Judgement.

He didn't question his Father's Orders, nor did he shy away from a job. But lately? Lately he was busier than usual. Not because people were sinning more than usual (it was Christmas, after all, and Loki was always pleased to find that his job got a little easier over the holidays), but because he was trying to get everything done so he could take a few hours to wish Pestilence a-- well, a happy something.

It was on his way back from Hell for the last time before stopping off to see her that he cursed himself for thinking two things. The first: whether he should find some sort of gift for the Horseman. Neither of them celebrated Christmas, and while Loki celebrated the birth of Jesus Christ on the actual day, Pes didn't. The present idea was out the window soon enough, replaced by the second thought: did he look okay? 

Growling his obvious frustration at where his mind was headed, he didn't notice anything amiss until he was standing right in the middle of a broken apartment. Pes's broken apartment. He wasn't proud to admit the few seconds he let panic flood into him, Grace having to work extra hard to expel and force him into warrior mode. This wasn't good. He could still feel her though, too strong to just be the lingering feel of her apartment, and without hesitation he burst through one of her windows, glass shattering everywhere on the sidewalk below as he took to the skies.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence had been thinking about dinner, debating whether Loki ever actually ate anything or wanted to drink French red wine.

Then all Hell broke loose.

Ten figures in her apartment. She took a brief moment to feel smug that they'd sent ten - then realised her sword was half a room away.

She upturned the coffee table and leapt. Someone seized her ankle as her fingers closed on the sword, and she brought it down to cleave the arm from its owner.

Three of her attackers met their ends before she was finally overcome, too many hands and gleaming knives, her blood mixing with the broken splinters and cushion feathers on the living room carpet.

In an instant, they were elsewhere, and she was forced to her knees, arms pulled behind her painfully and strapped into irons.

Then, she was left alone.

Slowly, she began to realise what this was. They could have easily ended her in the apartment. And now they had the perfect opportunity to torture, to attempt to discover what she knew.

But they were simply standing there. Waiting.

Then, Pestilence's blood began to boil. This wasn't an attempt on her. This was a trap.

And she was bait.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Having to calm himself down somewhere over the Atlantic, because it was interfering with his Grace (and that was the point he knew he was in way too deep), he finally locked onto her location. Paris. The underworld.

Demolishing a manhole cover and descending down into the darkness, he managed to end two guards he found before finding himself careening out into a single room, the energy of the Horseman he was here for so strong he almost overdosed on it.

"Pes?"
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Darkness, he was here.

She felt his Grace from across the room, reaching out to her with frantic fingers. But she was out of sight of the door.

If she could just keep him from seeing her, there was a chance he would leave. That he would save himself.

"Loki!" she yelled, voice cracking. "Get out!"

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The second he heard her voice he was inside the room, not planning on going anywhere unless she was with him. This wasn't a time to start being heroic, he thought as his eyes searched out her form. Except his emotional reaction had made him relatively slow, and what he didn't expect was the blade that slashed at his heels, weight tipping forward as he dropped to his knees. Normal weapons didn't hurt like that. That? That was a blade forged in Heaven.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence heard him rush in. Like a giant feathered idiot.

She struggled against her bonds, but they did not shift an inch. The metal scraped against her skin, but she refused to stop fighting. He had come because of her and she could not let him die alone.

"LOKI!"

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
They were on him in an instant, cutting but never deep enough to kill him. And where they'd found that blade... he didn't understand. He didn't understand anything until he saw the circle of fire take to life around him. He was trapped, stuck inside the fire until someone came to his aid. And that made him angry. He just couldn't quite get to his feet, ankles slashed to pieces.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
She could hear knife rending flesh - and that was enough.

The bonds could not hold her. She would not let them.

Releasing every poison her body could hold, she sent infection and despair and attack in every direction. The iron warped beneath the force of evil and she pulled against the metal.

One arm came free, then the other, the skin flayed around her wrists.

She ran.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace not able to reach past the fire, Loki was quickly becoming less responsive to everything happening around him. He could hear shouting and choking. He could hear screams and the crackle of the flames all around him.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Anger driving away the pain, Pestilence ran into the fray without a moment's thought.

She grabbed one wretch and threw him, wrists screaming with the agony, as she sent him careering into the fire.

Breaking the circle.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Still seriously injured thanks to that blade, Loki pressed himself up again, still kneeling but this time moving. He used every last reserve of his strength to fly out of the fire, stance dropping once again to his knees when he realised he couldn't support his own weight.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Throwing herself in front of Loki, Pestilence snatched a blade from one of the fallen and stood to protect him.

Her bloody twisted around her arms like ruby vines, but she would not let go of their only defence.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pes," Loki coughed out, eyes dully fixed on her back. This was a lesson, he thought. A lesson in knowing when he should be separating his emotions aside when trying to get a job done.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Pes backed up, reaching behind her, hand searching for Loki.

There were six remaining. And she could sense reinforcements on the way.

If she could take out another three, maybe he would survive.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The second he could feel her hand on his shoulder, he made a grab for it, doing what he should have done the second he could feel her. He flew both of them away, but not back to her apartment. He couldn't make it that far yet.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence felt her body jerk backwards, flown by strong wings away from Paris.

Falling through the roof of a barn in the English countryside.

She took a breath. Then another.

Forcing herself to stand, she would not look at Loki until she had splattered her blood around the barn, drawing every sigil she could remember that wouldn't instantly launch her angel out of sight.

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Curled up on the floor, Loki was frowning at the pain in his legs, the pain everywhere. He knew it would take longer than usual to heal, but he knew he needed to retrieve that weapon as soon as possible. He just didn't have the energy yet.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Satisfied that they were hidden - for now - Pes stumbled back to Loki and crashed to the floor beside him, hands planted on his cheeks.

"Feathers? Hey, you hearing me?"

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Loud and clear." Loki returned, close to pointing out his ears hadn't been impaired in any way. But that comment never made it past his lips. It hurt like it should, but he was already starting to heal himself. It didn't stop him reaching out for her wrists, fingers gripping tight around them though he knew it would hurt at first. Letting his Grace out he healed her too, eyes never leaving her face.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence gasped, white-hot pain shooting up her arms.

But it was chased by the warmth of Loki's Grace, as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, settling in to the knife wounds and bruises.

"Easy, feathers. We aren't all made of angel."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lucky." Loki coughed out and finally released her wrists once he was done.

"That... blade. Shouldn't be down here."
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The worst of the wounds chased away, Pestilence let her hands fall from his face, feeling completely exhausted.

"You should go deal with that."

She closed her eyes. "Give me a minute."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as he disliked admitting it, the words were out of his mouth, the truth spilling from them because he didn't know how to be any other way.

"I will need more than a minute."
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence brought her hand back to his cheek, caressing gently with her fingers.

"As long as you need."

She tried to smile. "It's not like I'm the one with the hero complex. Saving this, saving that."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking a few moments to try and put himself back together faster, Loki took in a deep breath he shouldn't need and pushed out the question he needed the answer to.

"What happened?"
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Pes looked away, uneasy. She hated the fact she'd been unable to defend herself - and had led Loki into a trap.

"Oh, guys in the apartment. Broke some stuff. Surprise trip to Paris. You know how it is."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will have to relocate." Loki decided suddenly, not seeming to be giving Pes an option. He wasn't happy with how easy she was to find, or overpower.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Finally, Pes mustered a genuine smile.

"You going to come house-hunting with me?"

She leant her head against his chest, trying to wrap herself in feeling of his Grace.

"Though I can take care of myself."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a chance." Loki returned, a weak laugh breaking free from his lips. He was recharging, but that didn't mean he couldn't refuse to be forced into anything so domesticated.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Pes smiled, her hands coming up to smooth over Loki's armour, before she slid them beneath his breastplate and his tunic.

"Mm...you're warm."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Finding a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite everything, Loki lifted his head and took a good look at Pes.

"It's my Grace." Not blood pulsing around his vessel. His Grace was trying to heal it as fast as it could.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know that," Pes said with fond exasperation.

"It feels like you."

She realised she was in danger of turning into a total sap - and, for once, didn't seem to care.

"Thanks. For, y'know, charging in to rescue me."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was bored waiting." Loki returned, eyes fixed up on the hole they'd made in the roof of the barn.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Pes tutted.

"And who knows what Father Christmas might have bought you. Patience is a virtue."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't aware 'virtue' was in your vocabulary." Loki teased, happy to be a pillow for the Horseman while he restored his strength.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Pes decided to push her luck.

"I didn't realise cuddling was in yours."

[identity profile] believeinthis.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not." Loki shot back and shifted slightly with a grunt, not quite going so far as to shake her off.
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[personal profile] apoxuponyou 2010-12-29 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Pestilence held on. Her hands slipped down to unclasp his breastplate and try to drag it over his head.

"This is uncomfortable."