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Loki falls to his knees gagging on the foul substance covering his tongue. No matter how much he coughs or wipes it's still there. It's worse than tar as it sticks to his teeth and gums, unmovable even with his magic. He panics thinking he'll choke on it when the glob begins to slip down his throat. Slowly, the sour taste melts away and the trickster god is able to swallow without tasting any bitter residue. Behind him Gabriel is still rubbing dirt in his mouth in a poor attempt to clean his mouth. Their eyes burn furiously in Mayhem and La Mala Suerte's direction.
“That was unpleasant,” hisses Loki.
Gabriel yells, “Never, ever, do that again!”
“What did you feed us? Forcibly, I might add.”
“Sangre.”
“Eww,” the angel makes a face. He starts to wipe his tongue on the sleeve of his jacket.
Mayhem smirks, “Too strong for your delicate palate?”
“You know what-”
“Enough, you two,” the god barks, “I demand an answer for your actions.”
“Little One, you don't demand answers from Chaos. We just are.”
Loki grits his teeth the keep from yelling. He thanks Thor for helping him build patience.
“And the blood?”
“Tenemos una reunión.”
Gabriel and Loki make eye contact for a moment. A reunion of what? Chaos wielders? The last time that happened it wiped out the dinosaurs.
“Ookay... that still doesn't answer the blood question.”
Mayhem's eyes light up, “Can't come with us if you aren't family. The blood you swallowed has enough Chaos to spark a connection.”
“Wait, wait,” the angel's eyes are murderous.
“Are you implying we're related to the both of you now?”
“You made us eat your blood!”
“Eh,” Mala and Mayhem shrug.
Magic thrums in anger around them, thickening with every second until a fog surrounds the four. Before Loki or Gabriel have a chance to call on it Mayhem laughs, “I'm a dimensional rift opening-” The tricksters don't even have a chance to scream as they're sucked away from Earth with a deafening crack. They land uncomfortably, floundering on rocks and dirt until the dizziness passes.
Mayhem has the decency to look sheepish.
Mala just smiles down at them.
Bastards.