Loki In Thor: The Dark World Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

They both get off the horse and approach the scene that is unfolding. Romare’s skin is dried and cracked. Instead of the vanilla color he sports as a low-born, he is paler than anything else like snow covered in ash. His eyes are mutated, the same color of a serpent that dwells within Ny’Thal. The elf’s armor is ripped upon at shoulder length all the way down his chest and past his leg plate. There is a hole big enough to show what is on his chest. A triangle and within the triangle are three eyes meshed and augmented as one. Romare yells in a voice that sounds like it's being corrupted by a serpent of darkness. “Kill me…Before!” Another fireball rushes across the field of battle from Leon.

All ready to move the second Draven brought out the hostages. Through the bond, Kael's presence burned. He'd insisted on coming despite every argument I made. Now he crouched somewhere in the darkness. Close enough to reach me if things went wrong. Far enough that Draven hopefully wouldn't sense him. "Movement ahead." Nola's voice whispered through the communication stone. Tiny thing pressed against my ear. Spelled to work silently. I saw them then. Shadows detaching from shadows. Wolves materializing from the frozen wasteland like they'd been carved from the darkness itself.

Loki struggled to raise her gaze up from the floor and tried her best to look intimidating as possible. "Aren't you scared what might happen to you for daring to touch Glen Robertson's wife?" She managed to glare at him even though she was freaking scared internally. 'Please, just this once. Let me hide under Glen's powerful reputation and protection once more. Please...' she prayed within her. The men had all withdrawn and were now looking at her in a skeptical and somewhat fearful manner. And just when Loki thought she could breathe with relief, they simultaneously burst into a fit of scornful laughter.