Baldr and Thor watched their brother struggle to contain the curse. They knew he needed help and that he’d never ask for it himself. So, they stepped to either side of him and created a cage with their power. The cage prevented the tendrils of the curse from escaping and from distracting Loki. This allowed Loki to focus completely on extracting the curse from Akira’s blood. Eir looked up from her healing of the infection. She nodded briefly at both men before turning back to her work. Baldr glanced at Thor. He was currently using his control over lightening to paralyze the new tendrils that Loki was drawing from Akira’s blood. The minutes slipped by, turning into agonizing hours. The hours wore on endlessly. Odin had ushered the rest of the group from the room when one wayward tendril had escaped his and Thor’s combined power and rushed towards one of the other occupants. Which occupant it had been neither had seen but from what little they could overhear it had been the one called Mavi. It seemed of all the occupants, he had the most experience with the darkest kind of magick. Yet, that failed to make the three brothers feel any better. As the hours crawled away from them, Akira became weaker and weaker. As she became weaker, Loki became more determined to wrench the curse he’d inflicted upon her out of her blood before it could kill her.