Afterwards, Loki falls.
He falls and he falls, through the void of space, for a length of time he cannot measure. At first he does not think to – he falls and he thinks of his father, his brother, Asgard, everything he has ever done wrong. He tries not to think of the end which must be coming.
Must be coming, but never does.
On to the story
At Neal's apartment following that disastrous, dangerous dinner, Mozzie watched Neal work at his easel. Mozzie casually inquired "Do you think it is wise to be privately entertaining your keeper's beloved wife? You do know the man can send you back to prison anytime he wants."
Neal answered dryly, "Yeah, right after he shoots me."
Mozzie asked "So? Why are you doing this?"
Neal aimed a look at Moz. "You tried to say no to Elizabeth. How did that work for you?"
Wasn't every day that you saw a horse-drawn carriage racing down the street. It surely wasn't every day a Mountie drove one in Chicago, either. Matthew McCormick was stiff, stifled, and sleepy from hours in a law enforcement seminar whose materials had no business being as dull as the presenter had managed to make them.
On the other hand, his conference was over and the only plans he'd made for the afternoon and evening involved the Art Institute's arms and armor exhibits or a jazz club if the hotel concierge could point him at one, then a late evening appointment at a sallé with a friend. This looked much more interesting than the museum.
Fandom: Highlander/Magnificient Seven
Series: The Immortal Seven
Summary: The Seven are immortal. But that will never change their friendship
Sam Calkins breathed out in a silent sigh. Jetlag left him feeling like he couldn't tell night from day, but it was so good to be back in the United States. Watching Standish was always an exhausting undertaking. The green-eyed immortal seemed physically incapable of spending more than a few weeks at any one locale. Or at least incapable of it when on his own. When he was with the others, the man seemed to be all but rooted to the earth.
The others were six other immortals. Chris Larabee, Vin Tanner, Buck Wilmington, Josiah Sanchez, Nathan Jackson, and JD Dunne, along with Ezra Standish, the Watcher organization had dubbed them collectively the Magnificent Seven. They were definitely unique in the chronicles of Watcher history. Over the centuries various Immortals had formed long term friendships or associations, but never had there been so many or for so long as the Seven.
Tommy sighed softly as he turned to face the other Rangers. "No." He motioned to Severus. "That sporcaccione gaping at us like an idiot is technically my uncle." He almost flinched at himself, hearing that word leave his mouth. Billy tended to recognize languages, at the least their world of origin, and he had to speak Nimian where he could hear. He usually kept better control of himself than to allow such slips. Billy couldn't know even the language base there, but that in itself would suggest it's origins. Before they could question the word he used to describe him, hoping they didn't really notice it, he continued, "I was born to his sister, and for the first four years of my life, I thought him the greatest uncle possible. Then, I was kidnapped and … no matter what, I didn't … forget. When I escaped, I found my way back here, found Severus, and he informed me that my parents were dead and that it 'would be better' if I just continued to live in America. So, I did. A few months later, I ended up in the Grove, entered that tournament that drew Rita's attention and the rest, as they say, is history. -- Now, would you care to get your injuries treated so we can get back out there and save Jas from Rita and Zedd or was there some other unnecessary incidental information you'd like to question first?"
Solemnly, Trini asked, "I should have asked this before, seeing as I know the answer with every other friend I have, but where do you live?"
He rolled his eyes. "Command Centre."
"So, your house just blew up?"
"Technically, imploded. We do have things to be doing." Without another word, he walked out of the Great Hall.