As the Avengers personal witch you were bombarded with task and favours daily. Most of the time you didn't mind but took joy in causing chaos and pranks when bored.
Loki being the god of tricks himself admired Y/n's skills in sorcery and mischief...
"Order of Parris, Salem witch hunter descendants," Loki read aloud the chapter but stopped when he grazed along the accounts of torture they pulled through the centuries, each getting more and more horrific as the technology advanced.
"Do you think she's going through that," Lydia squeaks out from beside Loki.
"No, no, my dear, and if she was, she's so very strong," Loki pulled the girl close. "She will be fine,"
"Does it clue as to where they might station?"
"Wouldn't it be Salem?" Pietro for once said something smart, no offence to him but he never really inputted anything seriously.
"I would hope but it seems they disbanded in the 19th century, and the town has been redone several times,"
"How do we even know this is their doing?" Everyone pondered over Sam's question.
"Because only the Order knows how to perform a counter spell for map tracing like that," Mama informs as she held a book up from the same shelf. "Apparently Parris threatened Tituba to create a spell to aid in hiding his Order,"
"Guess reading the Crucible last year was useful," Peter mumbles.
"Isn't it Ironic that they're using magic to stop magic?" Vision brings up a good point.
"They must think it's pure magic,"
Loki scoffs at this. "Idiots, do they not know this type of magic is rooted in darkness? Something this old that can stop blood magic is far from pure!"
"Quims," Lydia snarls between sniffles.
"Lydia, no cussing," Loki cuddles her close, running his hand comfortingly through her hair. "Y/n is the most-" Loki looks to Mama then Lydia. "Ok, one of the most powerful sorceresses in all nine realms, she can get through this, I promise you, my little one,"
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"You need to eat, witch,"
"Communion bread and holy wine isn't food dumbass,"
"My great great great great-"
"Yes, I get it! Get to the point," ripping into the larger than usual disc, you stared up at him behind the metal bars as your bound hands fumbled with the goblet.
"Samuel Parris stated that witches, to purify their tainted souls, must eat the food blessed by the Order, bread and wine being the easiest to bless, it was chosen,"
"Lazy and stupid, how cute," after drinking up you toss the goblet into the slot which allowed the sustenance to slip through.
"Ungrateful whore!" Victor picked up the cup and opened the doors. With him grabbing your neck, you scratched at his skin until blood drew, but he held you tighter. Choking out groans, he lifts to goblet to your eyes. "This is pure gold, blessed by Samuel Parris himself!"
"Tell him I-" gasping for air you were determined to finished off your sentence, "I say thanks-" taking another breath. "When you see him in- in hell!"
Strewn to the side, your body collapsed, gasping for any and every bit of air provided. "Watch your words, we are doing you a favour,"
His footsteps faded down the hall, passed the blood soaked chair you spent most of your day in. "Where are you guys?" Whimpering softly at the etching bruise on your neck, you rested your eyes, the cold stone digging into your skin.
~~~
"I am not one to pray, especially for guidance or help... but great Heimdall, I am in need of your graceful assistance," Loki felt the presence behind him. "Heimdall,"
"You have changed, my Prince,"
"Not to sure whether to take that kindly,"
"Take it kindly, not many like you change or fall in love,"
Loki rolls his eyes, following the gatekeeper in an endless circling. "Is this what this is? Love?"
"Well, she is well aware of it too, as that wise witch, Mother Delphine, had told her," Heimdall stopped a grin at the god's shock. "Yes, that soulmate attraction spell had worked... not noticeable when the true love is in the room with them,"
"I'm... we are soulmates?"
"An extravagant word, but, essentially, perfect puzzle pieces," Heimdall smiled softly as a laugh of disbelief and excitement left Loki. "But... I have not a clue of her exact location,"
"Exact is not a problem but a lead at all would be appreciated," The hope in Loki's voice made the Bifrost keeper smile.
"The brooding prince is in love never thought I'd see the day..."
"Yes, we've established that,"
"She is located somewhere in Massachusetts... Salem, as it is called-" A moment Heimdall never thought to experience was held. Loki had hugged him, tight and thankfully.
"I thank you profusely, great Heimdall, farewell and happy travels,"
"Farewell," He chuckles lightly before leaving back to Asgard.
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