Chapter 2
The locker room was one floor below, Loki had a hard time downing the stairs, for his lucky the room wasn’t too far from it.
He opened the door only the enough for him pass, the place had no one else there. The dark haired went to the long seat in the middle of the lockers, he sat in there, noticed that the underwear he used was tight, too tight.
Loki ignored it, started to search through the unlocked lockers, until he found a change of clothes in one of them, which seemed to fit on him.
The green eyed took it, removed his gown, dropping it in the floor, noticed that his breasts were bigger than before, his hair longer, he ignored it, dressed a black shirt, pants, the shoes were slightly bigger than his foot, but nothing that would put him in problems to walk, then he took the blue pale scrubs, dressing them above his clothes.
The dark haired took the gown, walked to the restroom in there, where he threw the thing in the toilet, flushing it until it was gone.
Loki opened the restroom's door, going face to face with another nurse he haven’t saw before.
“Are you the newbie?” she asked crossing her arms, onr of her brows high.
The dark haired smiled politely, “Yes, I am.” He didn’t think before talking, even surprising himself on how in this form he had a melodic beautiful voice.
She snorted, “Weren’t you in a crash yesterday? Which made you call here saying that you couldn’t come on your first day?”
Loki took a few steps ahead, leaning his hand in the wall, he was going to answer but the woman said:
“Yes, you really were in a crash,” she noticed the way Loki walked, her gaze surveyed the female body in front of her, her eyes stopped in the big breasts with no bra, “You came here like this because of the Grandmaster's visit?” her eyes narrowed.
Loki's brows lifted, his eyes quickly glanced at his own breasts, his cheeks became slightly warmer than the rest of his body, but he waved a hand while shrugging, his lips pressing in a thin line, the underwear he used was so tight that it became uncomfortable.
The woman shook her head, her eyes rolled, she stepped to her locker, which was in the opposite side of the ones that Loki was looking.
“Girl, there are wiser ways to get his attention, and” she turned her head to the dark haired, “don’t forget the main reason for why you are here, which is…?” she said taking the scrubs on her hands.
“…Saving lives?” he answered low, placed one hand on his hip right where the underwear hurted.
“That is one of them,” she pointed her index finger to the green eyed, “But the main one is…” she looked at the female in front of her, who kept in silence, “Getting… pa–” she moved both hands in circular movements, “Paid.” She said slowly, “Be promoted…”
Loki nodded at her with a light smiled, eyes slightly wide, the nurse smiled, turning her head back to the locker, he took one step back as she started to dress the scrubs, he had to take out his underwear and get rid of it as he did with the gown.
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Loki walked out the restroom, feeling better without the underwear, he had spent a few minutes inside there, looking at the mirror until his body stopped to change; now he had a large hips, slim waist, big breasts, so big that if he hadn’t removed the spinal brace earlier – when they still were small –, he wouldn’t be able to do it now; his face had delicate features, still familiar with his original form but could easily be passed as someone else; his height was still the same.
“So, new girl, where is your credential?” asked the nurse, who had already dressed her scrubs.
“I… lost in the crash.” Loki picked his own fingers.
“How did you entered here, then?” the nurse placed both hands on her waist, Loki opened the mouth but she said: “No, there is no need to answer.” She glanced at the ceiling, “Merlin is a perv.” She shook her head. “You have to go to the administration and make a new one, otherwise you won’t be able to come here tomorrow since it another concierge's day.” She tilted her head, “The administration is on the West side, close to the equipments' storage, in case you have been hit in the head during the crash and don’t remember it.” A small arrogance on her voice, something that the dark haired was well used to.
“Thank you.” Loki stepped closer to her, cupping his hands on the nurse's face, “I am really grateful.” He influenced her mind, she would not talk about ‘the new nurse’ to the others as he walk out , but if they meet again for some reason, she would act as his friend.
“Welcome, new girl.” She forced a smile, patted the other female's wrist, who release her right after.
Loki walked out the locker room, going directly to the equipments' storage.
“I need a scalpel, tweezers, a suture kit and a obedience disk's controller.” He said to the gray skinned alien, who was behind a window of glass – which divided a tall marble balcony in the middle – with holes to make the communication possible and to pass objects.
“Credential.” The male signed to a device on the balcony, in the outside, close to where Loki had placed both hands.
“I need to make a new one.” The tip of his fingers tapped the marble.
“Then you come back here when you get the new one.” The man said harsh.
Loki's eyes narrowed, “The head nurse asked me to take it,” he payed attention to the male's reaction, “But is seems like I will have to go back to where she is, and tell her that the reason for her being without what she asked is because you didn’t allowed me to take it.” He said slightly louder, crossed both arm, chin lifted.
The man snorted, his eyes narrowing, he turned his back to the glass, going deeper on the room he was in, minutes later he was back with a white plastic basket in hands, he placed it in the balcony, pushing by the square hole until it was in the outside.
The trickster took the basket, checking if everything he asked was there.
“Something more?” the man asked, the dark haired shook his head, “Why she wanted the controller?”
“I suppose that her patient has a obedience disk, of course, but I didn’t ask questions as she needed it with urgency.” The green eyed placed a lock of his long hair behind the ear before walking to the same direction he came from, he forced himself to walk without leaning his hands in the wall until he was out of the view from the man.
He used a cover with his power, supporting himself in the wall while going as fast as he could to the nurse's locker, to the restroom.
As he got in there, the Trickster locked the door, placed the basket in the sink, took the white controller, pressed a button which made his disk be deactivated, he took it from his nape, placed on the pants' pocket with the controller, washed his right forearm, wiped, took the scalpel and made a small cut where the tracker was.
Blood feel from the cut, drops falling in the sink, he placed the scalpel back in the basket, his shaking hand took the tweezers, his lips pressing as he felt the pain while removing the tracker, a small object in the size of a rice grain, which got threw in the drain. He took the suture kit, a box that took a considerable space from the basket, opened it, started to close the cut, cleaned the blood, then bandaged his own arm.