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“Wait.”
The god steps forward slowly when the white sphere pulses. His magic races down his arms and across his palms as he approaches the orb nestled in the grass. Tendrils of his power brush against the smooth surface searching for an opening, anything to give them a clue.
Gabriel watches, sword unsheathed, as the white light shimmers in response to Loki’s touch. He draws near and sees movement inside the globe.
“So, what is it?”
“I’m not sure.” Loki frowns as he holds the object for closer inspection. “It doesn’t appear to be dangerous.”
The angel grins, “Oh well, finder’s keepers.”
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Gabriel feels a tug in the back of his mind. At first he ignores it, believing it's Loki trying to distract him from winning the race but eventually it becomes more insistent. He sheds his otter skin and reaches into the pocket of space hidden from sight. Loki is returning, patches of fur disappearing as he transforms into his original form.
“What’s wrong?”
The angel bobs in the water as he pulls out the sphere they picked up a few days ago. They watch as it rattles and cracks begin to spread on its surface. White smoke wisps out of the small openings until it's empty and the orb disappears.
“Huh.”
“Odd,” whispers Loki as he splashes his friend.