Loki was not easy to find. He was a liar, an illusionist, a cunning trickster.
People like that were always especially careful about whether they might be tracked. Thor could very well have been fitted with a tracker by S.H.I.E.L.D. without even realizing it, but Loki? Everywhere he went, he made sure not to leave so much as a footprint.
Everyone had drunk the blood wine earlier. Loki had seemed to drink some too, but he had only seemed to.
It was a good habit. It might have seemed overly cautious, but Su Ming did the same thing in his daily life. After all, there was no harm in being careful.
"Deception, puppet shows, a dimension full of concealment and misdirection." Hela had clearly reached the same conclusion as Deathstroke. She ran a nail across her lips, leaving a faint black streak. "We can find Loki first. He isn't in the previous two dimensions, so he must be in this one. He's good at these tricks, and he knows how other people pull them too."
"His gender may be unclear right now, but he's still your sibling and kin. Don't talk about him like he's some street performer."
Deathstroke nodded with an amused smile. At the same time, he casually tossed Thanos a table knife, sparing Purple Sweet Potato from having to peel the pineapple with his thick fingers.
"That was my plan too. Find Loki first and see how that guy intends to play with our enemies."
"Loki won't be easy to find. Do you have a plan?"
Hela shrugged. Her relationship with Loki was actually quite close, so naturally she could say whatever she wanted.
"Yes, and it's very simple." Su Ming stroked the Cloak of Levitation, which had transformed into a flying carpet, feeling the raised embroidered