Franklin gave him a hard look, obviously trying to shame Faen for refusing to get his hands dirty. Faen grinned again and shrugged. Still, Franklin did move off to help the guests, so he couldn't have been too bent outta shape about it. There are thinkers in this world, and there are those that do the stuff that thinkers don't want to do. I'm afraid it's pretty obvious which category we each fall into Frankie baby.
A high pitched scream rang through Faen's head as soon as Franklin moved off though. Gods, how inconsiderate. A man can hardly hear his own brilliant thoughts here. Spinning, the Lokison spotted an incredibly good looking blonde woman in an obscenely short red dress and six inch heels being harassed by another Doom-lite. Faen scanned the area, looking for any other heroes who might be able to intervene, but everyone seemed to be busy. Typical, never a hero when you need one. Guess this looks like a job for Prince Faen Lokison, however much I don't want it.
"Help me! help me!" screamed the woman, but the Doom-lite had a tight grip on her now, and wasn't letting go anytime soon. Faen sauntered over at a steady pace, but his heart was beating a tattoo in his chest. Gods, he hated getting involved. Despite the fact that with his mixed human-Jotun heritage he was more than likely one of the physically strongest beings at the party, he still hated being involved I any kind of fight. Still, when fair maidens are in trouble it falls to the brave knights to save them. How unfortunate for this maiden then that she has to make due with a roguish scoundrel for a rescuer then.
"Firrre!" she began to scream, obviously thinking the NYFD where her only hope now. Faen was directly behind the two now, both still too preoccupied in making a scene too have noticed him.
"Fire?" opened the Lokison quizzically, "I don't see any fire. Don't smell any either." The Doom-lite had released his grip on his would-be victim now, and took one menacing step towards Faen, holding a fist up in what must have been supposed to be a threatening gesture but came across as looking vaguely moronic.
"Look kid, I ain't in the moo. . ." began the badguy. Hackneyed threat incoming. Deploy witty rejoinder and countermeasures.
"Oh wait, now I see the fire." smirked Faen, clicking his fingers. There was a satisfying crack, but what was more satisfying was when the Doom-lites trousers burst into mystic flames. The villain took a few seconds to realise why it had just gotten so hot in the room, but when he did he gave off one of the girliest screams Faen had ever heard. The Prince began to laugh uncontrollably as the Doom-lite sprinted through the party, heading straight for the bathrooms. Finally Faen managed to calm himself enough to look for the woman he had saved, who was now huddled in the corner. She still looked terrified.
"You're safe now. The party's clear enough for you to escape." Said Faen, striking what he thought was a heroic pose. The woman clambered to her feet and rushed up to him, grabbing his hand and shaking it furiously.
"You're Kid Loki aren't you, thank you, thank you." gushed the woman, but Faen's face had fallen. Gods, how he hated that name! You get caught in one viral video and you can never live it down.
"My name is Faen, ok, just Faen. . . Or the Prince, I suppose. . . or Prince Faen, and I suppose the Lokiso . . . Look I've got a lot of names, but Kid Loki is most definitely not one of them!" he said, the exasperation evident in his voice. She looked like she hardly noticed, and Faen waved her towards the exit. The woman tottered away, swaying drunkenly on her high heels. The Prince sighed heavily as she turned to wave to him.
"Try taking the heels off." he offered half heartedly. She pulled one off mid step, then did an awkward stotter out the door.
"Thanks Kid Loki." he heard her shout.
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"Well I'm afraid you look an awful lot like Loki sir, so I've got to ask these questions to make sure you don't pose a future risk. It's nothing personal, we just wanted to get a few things straightened out. Now lets take it from the top, why were you at the Baxter building tonight" stated the S.H.I.E.L.D agent who had been boring Faen to tears with the same questions for almost twenty minutes now. S.H.I.E.L.D had arrived on the scene after the fight, no use at all as per norm, and instead of giving Faen a medal for his fearless contributions to the fight had the audacity to question his intentions for being there. I can see it in your beady little eyes, thought the Prince as he glared at the agent, You're just begging for a reason to throw me in shackles and ship me off to the raft.
"Well I'm afraid you look awful lot like a monkey, but I'm not demanding to know if you 'agents' sit around the office flinging poop at each other while you should be doing your jobs." snarked Faen, who's temper was starting to get the best of him.