Loki

Only a few birds were audible in the small forest as suddenly the wind intensified. It gave a loud bang and a moment later, a man stepped out of the undergrowth and looked around for a moment. Loki Laufeyson nodded satisfied about his landing place in Midgard. Nobody had noticed his arrival here and he was intended to keep it that way. He quickly pulled a magical map from his coat, checking the direction to the capital city, which was several kilometers away.

Although it was too far to walk, he was sure to find a faster way of transport soon. He wouldn't be a god for those humans, if that would be a problem for him. And as he had awaited, after a few minutes of wandering through the nice forest, he heard a horn behind him, signalizing a stagecoach approaching.

As it came in sight, he spotted that it was a mail stagecoach, probably with some passengers traveling to the city. Quickly he pulled the scepter of Telemar out of his coat and pointed it on the stagecoach. A powerful blast of energy left the scepter and shot towards the stagecoach, hulling it into a blue orb. Satisfied he watched how the horses slowed down, while he walked towards the stagecoach.

The eyes of the horses and the coachman were glowing blue as they looked into the distance, not noticing him at all. He wondered a bit how much the people inside the stagecoach were affected by the scepter, as it only had limited power. He climbed onto the stagecoach and looked inside, directly into the slightly worried face of a young women. She had long blonde hair and from her dress she looked quite wealthy.

"Who do we have here?" he asked with a questioning overtone. Her eyes weren't glowing at all. He opened the door of the stagecoach. "May I ask the young lady to step outside?" he said with a commanding overtone.

She hesitated for a moment, then she gave in and climbed out of the stagecoach. He smiled, the Midgardian women were so easy to influence. Especially young and inexperienced women like the girl just standing before him. "Who ... who are you? Why did you stopped the stagecoach?"

"Oh, yes, how impolite from me, I didn't introduced myself to you. Loki, Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief. And who are you, young lady?"

He could see how she cringed a bit when she heard his name. The Midgardians in this area of the world still believed in the gods a lot. "Elle, my lord. But ... what do you want from me?"

He examined her a bit. She was young but not too young for serving a god. Her hair was bound in a ponytail and her dress looked like a light summer dress. He also noticed how she looked worried towards the scepter in his hand.

"Well, Elle," he started to talk and raised the scepter, "I came to Midgard to enjoy my stay here. And as a god I need some servants. Why not start with you?"

Elle tried to say something but the tip of the scepter touched her chest and in the same moment her eyes started to glow blue. Loki smiled as he gained access to her mind, to all of her memories. He took a quick look, he would've more time later. He noticed that she had a older sister, which looked nicely, too.