[ He hasn't warded against this. Ambient magic and anything that tries to breach with force, yes - but the magic here is wound up in words and they find the loophole, passing through his guard by merit of being heard, the power of two gods enough to overwhelm any filtering his spell might have provided. His hands drop, mind gone briefly blank as he turns in the air and makes to descend—
Only his flight isn't in his own power. The cloak yanks at him, a short jolt that becomes an abrupt escape, winding him away between trees until the hiss and sting of the wind against his face and the distance from the god at his back pulls him back into command of himself. Stephen rips a portal out of the air and in seconds he's back in Central City, breathing hard.
After a minute, he pulls out his phone and puts in a call back to Loki. Pick up. Do not be throwing a godly tantrum. Pick up. ]
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Only his flight isn't in his own power. The cloak yanks at him, a short jolt that becomes an abrupt escape, winding him away between trees until the hiss and sting of the wind against his face and the distance from the god at his back pulls him back into command of himself. Stephen rips a portal out of the air and in seconds he's back in Central City, breathing hard.
After a minute, he pulls out his phone and puts in a call back to Loki. Pick up. Do not be throwing a godly tantrum. Pick up. ]