Magic
Loki’s POV
The three of us fit into the back of the cab and we head back to the hospital.
Sigyn’s ring buzzes with magic in my hand as I worry about the spell. The bodies at Bart’s should have residue magic of the caster; all I need to do is focus on the origin with a few runes.
Magic comes from the body; just some bodies make more than others. Humans aren’t built to hold much without burning up, so they normally use talismans to project through which protects their bodies. Odin has purged my body of magic so I have nothing but the ring. As magic comes from a person it will always want to return there, the magic filtering back should lead us to the caster.
Once at Bart’s we headed to the mortuary and Sherlock convinces Molly to let us have the bodies alone. I grabbed some paper and John pushed a pen into my hand.
I was soon drawing tracking runes, using the ring to power them and the magic from the bodies to direct them. I quickly had the spell working but it flickered, I need more power.
“Give me your hands,” I say to John and Sherlock. They look at each other; clearly, they thought they wouldn’t be involved in the magic. “Now,” I say and they both hold out a hand. I place their palms on the paper next to my own and I complete the final rune to activate.
Ok so I may be borrowing a bit of their energy to power the spell but it means they can see the magic line as well which will make it easier than explaining it to them. I then hear John and Sherlock gasp, as a gold line appears, sparkling with magic.
Next, our bodies still sitting on the floor, but our minds follow the magic, flickering from place to place, where the person had used magic. The spell ends at a slaughterhouse in London, where the dead pig found with the bodies must have come from.
I then take my hand off the paper and rip it across the activation rune to break the spell.
John and Sherlock jump out of the trance with a gasp.
“What the hell was that?” John asked a bit shaken.
“I should have explained first, it was the tracking spell, it follows the path of magic to the place of origin,” I explain ripping up the rest of the paper till the runes are unrecognisable.
“Why did you stop it, we could have found the person, not just a place,” Sherlock says looking a bit better than John and very curious. I love his thirst for knowledge and need for understanding. It makes him better than most humans, almost God like.
“The spell was not strong enough and besides if a person can do this,” here I throw my arms wide at the bodies either side of us, “Then they will have some protective runes to hide and there was no point wasting our limited power to get to them.”
I help John to his shaking feet and then offer Sherlock my hand, “You are dazed by the rush of magic you just felt as I used a bit of your energy to power the spell, so you may feel a bit weak,” I explain to the pair.
Sherlock takes my hand. “I know the place the ‘spell’ showed us, we should head there,” he said.
John was paying little attention to his words, as was I. We were both looking at my hand and where Sherlock still held it.
“What?” he said but then saw where we were looking and let go. “Are we going on not?” he asked trying to recover.
“Sure thing. Why didn’t you go find us a cab love?” I say with a smirk and Sherlock freezes for a moment.
“Very well,” he said stiffly and walked off.
John walks next to me at a slower pace than Sherlock, “I think he was blushing,” he said mischievously.
Making Sherlock blush was fun but I’ll flirt more after a Norsemen stops beheading people.
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