nextgenerationmarvel | (Immediately After the Kidnapping)

"Mm." Vincent grunts in acknowledgment as he looks over the various items of arcana available to him. "Dimensional navigation may be the one area in which my experience already surpasses my fa-- your master's." He says, without bragging or uncertainty. He certainly could have left this Earth anytime he wished, save for the life he had built here.

~~What was left of it.~~

"My emotional bond with Audhild is not yet as firm as I would like, but our shared genetics and divine.. 'spark', the Odinforce as I understand it is known in Asgard, would be more alike each other than any other beings alive. It is a good place to start." Vincent seems detached, all the rage and stress of recent, and present, events seeming to have put carefully to one side. A casual observer would have a hard time discerning if he's simply broken at this point or fully invested in the task at hand.

He begins scribbling runic notations on the floor, occasionally peppered with human advanced mathematical equations.

"Is that so?" Kristoff asks, eyebrow raised. He doesn't find the idea of being casual about dimensional navigation encouraging. But he nods at the next observation. "It is a start."

"We're going to be using myself, and a few of her personal affects I'll retrieve, as focii for a tracking spell. I'll have to rely on you for the verbal components of the final spell trigger, but I should be able to put the energies in motion."

He furrows his brow and then scratches out a notation to replace an earlier one. "My primary concern is getting a lock on her with the first attempt, no matter what countermeasures Loki may have in place. If I spook him, he'll really be trying to shake tracking efforts."

He lifts his head and sighs, pushing his hair back. "Unless the kidnapping isn't the means in itself here, and is just bait... for any number of individuals." He locks his jaw, frustration returning.

"The balance of evidence is in favor of the hypothesis that he would be doing it to torment her mother."

Vincent grunts and revises another equation, before inspecting a conspicuously red candle. "Mother always did take pride in the enemies she garnered... I can't imagine this version of her being much different."

He pauses, then gives Kristoff an unusually sympathetic look, before turning back to his work. "However complicated matters between them might be, I always tell Audhild how lucky she is to still have a mother who loves her."

"Indeed," Kristoff agrees quietly. A pause. "Shot in the back. Yours?"

Vincent crushes a piece of chalk between his fingers, and fetches a new one.

"Father and Thor... disagreed, regarding her, myself, and my brother. Half-brother, that is. Balder.

There was an accident."

"My sympathies." Didn't say much for the alternate-Doom's competence, but then, little that Kristoff knew did. He gets to moving the right materials about.

"Thank you. Mine to you as well.

Are you most comfortable with Norwegian, Old Norse, or Latin? There's some flexibility within the spell, and I want to make sure the verbal components are as accurate as possible." Vincent continues on, ~~because talking about Mother still hurts~~ still focused on the spell construction.

"I'll need you to burn four candles halfway down, placed in the cardinal directions. Leave one still burning, and place a dish of water and a piece of iron ore, unprocessed, at two of the remaining three directions. I'll fetch the personal affects I need to attune the spell to Audhild from our home." He says with perhaps a bit more emphasis than necessary, as he finishes an equation surrounded by a spell notation and stands up again.

"My Old Norse is Adequate, but classical Latin will probably work best with that particular technique anyway, so all for the best." And Kristoff will get to work.

Vincent returns a short while later with a pair of Audhild's pajamas, some hair taken from her brush, and her favorite drinking glass. He orients them with the points for the cardinal directions and elemental materials, exhaling heavily over one point to provide 'air'. He goes over the verbal components, establishing what signals he'll give Kristoff to enact them at what times, and finally gingerly steps into the circle. He takes his wallet from his pocket and produces a small photo of Audhild, holding it in cupped hands as he seats himself.

"I am ready to find m--" he pauses, taking a breath, and altering his choice of words, even as he avoids Kristoff's gaze. "--to find our sister, Dr Vernard."

And yet, he wavers, not yet giving Kristoff the signal, as his earlier concerns about tipping their hand to Loki come back to him.

What if I fail?

A years-old flinch briefly rushes through his muscles.

Yeah. They've got a sister to find. "Vincent."

He's jarred back to his senses. There is simply not time for self-doubt.

Vincent gives ~~his brother~~ Kristoff a hand signal and turns his focus inwards. He lets his awareness fall upon his memories of his sister, and his awareness of that which lies at the core of himself. The unmistakable presence of that which is not mortal. The spark that speaks of his Asgardian blood. The Odinforce.

That particular combination of Amora and von Doom which only exists in one other being in this reality.

If all his calculations and spellwork test true, like will attract like.

And Audhild?

She is thinking very loudly in Vincent's direction. They are in a cold place and it looks like they will be approaching the Golden City itself. She tries her best to send that image to Vincent.

It hits him like a splash of cold water, and he sends back a clear and emphasized message.

He is coming to take her home.

Vincent opens up a comm channel to Avengers Mansion, and layers a spell on top of it to reach anyone there who might not be listening to a speaker.

"Loki has my sister and he's taking her to Asgard. I am going there. Anyone hearing this can either help or stay out of my way. I'll be returning to the mansion shortly to collect any volunteers."

He rises from the center of the spellwork and nods sharply to Kristoff. "There's no time to lose."

(Immediately After the Kidnapping)

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