Author's Note: Well here is the sequel. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimers: I do not own any of Marvel's characters. I do own my Loki, a few others, the plot and the some of the backstory, including my Loki's past.

Chapter 1 Something Wicked This Way Comes

It felt like he had gone to the principal's office to say he was dropping out of school again, but it wasn't the principal's office he was sitting outside of. It was worse; Loki once of Asgard Trading Post, was sitting outside the Chief of Police's office and wondering what he had done wrong, for him to be pulled out of his trade route and here to police headquarters. He was an honest citizen, he had paid his taxes, re-licensed his ship and his hand weapon. He had even gone to that ridiculous class to get his gun re-licensed, he didn't see how making someone sit in a five hour class looking at badly drawn diagrams of guns were supposed to help you know how to safely use the weapon. Still it had become a requirement so he had gone.

He shifted a bit and slid off his belt. He opened the leather and pulling a screwdriver from his left glove started tinkering, with the belt's flying mechanism. "Loki! Loki," Captain Helbindi said shaking his shoulder gently. Loki looked up sharply and grinned sheepishly at his friend.

"Sorry Captain, can I go in now and what is this all about," Loki asked as he put his screwdriver away and put on his belt again.

"I can not tell you anything yet," Captain Helbindi remarked.

Loki rolled his eyes and followed the captain into the office. He sat on the offered chair and looked at the person in front of him. The chief of the Intergalactic Police Department (IPD) had four arms, orange skin and glowing green eyes. He was also three feet tall and had talons for fingers. He carefully lifted a piece of paper off his desk and handed it to Loki.

"I have scoured the galaxy and you are the only choice for this job. If you will sign this confidentially waver to not breath a word about what I am about to tell you."

"And if I don't sign?"

"Someone less suited for this job will go: which might cause an interplanetary disaster," the chief said. "Also it concerns Earth."

Loki looked up sharply. "Earth?"

"That's all I can say regarding the planet until you sign."

Loki scanned the paper then took the offered pen and signed his name quickly. "Now will someone tell me what is going on?"

"Earth's in danger of sorts. They are rich in salt and other minerals and so other less friendly beings in the outskirts of space are planning something. We want to…" here the chief paused and tapped all four hands on his desk. "We want to open their plant for trade in return for the protection of the police."

"That wouldn't be a good idea sir," Loki burst out loud. "Their planet is not open to the idea of space travel. Having beings that don't look like a human would scare everyone, and the trader might get hurt."

"Your concern is noted but we are aware of the situation. The leaders of the planet have been contacted and they want someone who is mildly familiar with the planet to arrange a treaty with Earth. The planet will be granted protection they in turn will have one an ambassador living on the planet."

"So you want me to show the ambassador around," Loki asked.

"No, you already have the experience needed to live on the planet for an extended period of time. We want you to be the ambassador to Earth. Earth will be given the half open status. Only a few traders will be allowed to land unless their ship is in deep trouble."

"You want me to go back to Earth," Loki asked. "I've got a business."

"I have taken care of your clients we will pay you for this job and since you have training as a mechanic, we will provide you with a shop on Earth." The chief carefully offered another paper this one with a contract on it. "The position is for five years. It will be extended if needed."

Loki read it over carefully twice as they shifted in their seats. "I'll sign but I want one other thing."

"And what's that," the chief asked brow furrowed.

"I want to be based in New York. I have friends living there who will be pleased to help me if I need it."

"It shall be done," the chief said. Loki signed the papers neatly then handed them back. He kept himself from laughing when the chief's talons pierced the paper despite his care and he had to flick the paper off. "You're dismissed. Your ship has also been refueled and you are to head to Earth immediately."

"Yes sir," Loki said as he got up and left. "Captain what did you have to do with this," he asked as soon as the doors closed.

"Nothing, you were mentions in my report on the pirates and the Broad of Safety decided you would be the best person for the job. I did get them to give you a workshop, but only because they were going to uproot some poor soul to go to Earth to fix broken down ships and everything. I knew you would like that job a lot better."

"Thank you Helbindi," Loki said as they reached the hangers and Loki's ship. "I'd better go. It's a two week trip from here to Earth. Is my ship restocked?"

"Everything should be updated and it is only a week if you use The Orion Portal. Here is a pass that will allow you to cut the line and go through first."

"Wow the Broad of Safety really is serious," Loki said with a low whistle.

Captain Helbindi nodded, "Fare thee well, and have a safe trip. There will be a ship about two days behind you if you run in to trouble."

Loki nodded back and got into his ship and strapped himself into the pilot's chair. "Master Loki what is our destination," F.A.D.E. asked.

"Earth," Loki replied as he slipped the memory disk into the computer's slot. "We have permission to use The Orion Portal to get there."

"I will calculate that factor into my flight plans Master Loki," the computer replied.

"Thank you F.A.D.E." He sat back in his chair it had only been a year, but he had missed the people he considered family a whole lot. He looked at a well preserved photo tucked by the computer and picked it up carefully. The last photo he had ever had taken on Earth and the only one he had of his family. A funny word, family, they were not related by blood but they had taken him in and made Earth his home. He could not wait to get there.