°Little idea that is in my mind for a long time. Please excuse my English; it's not my native language. If you will review I will be truly happy. :)°


It was Saturday like every other. I got up at noon, because why not, and went to kitchen to make coffee and some breakfast. I was waiting for water to boil when it happened. From beautiful summer day became stormy day with strong wind. Heavy clouds were spinning around my neighborhood. I went to look out of window to find out what just happened with weather, when a loud crack echoed through my silent flat. I didn't know what the noise was, so I went to check other rooms. But as I turned away of the window I saw a strange man standing in my kitchen in the circle of weird symbols. He looked foreign. Was it because of that unusual leather outfit? Or that wild shine in his eyes? Wave of fear washed all over me but I managed to act calm.

"Jak jste se sem dostal?" I asked him with strong voice. He just looked at me really confused and started to mutter something I couldn't understand. He seemed to be concentrating about something. He closed his eyes in expectation but nothing happened. My courage started to leave me, because he wasn't acting like a robber or something. He just stood there. And I didn't know what to expect from him. So I tried again.

"Kdo jste?" Just that confused look again. I realized that maybe he doesn't understand me. So I tried in English.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" I was prepared to ask him in German or Russian if he didn't understand English but it wasn't necessary.

"Where am I?" he asked with deep voice. Okay, so he understand English.

"What do you mean? You're in my kitchen! And you should know it, considering that you robbed into my flat! Now get out before I call the police!" Where did that come from? I'm usually not that brave. He looked at me with dangerous face and I knew I made mistake shouting at him like that.

"You puny mortal, tell me where I am or I will make you suffer!" He started to walk towards me and I had insistent feeling, that I won't live through this morning. I'll die in my pajamas!

"W-we are in Prague." I managed to say shakily. He just kept staring at me.

"Prague? Czech republic?" Still no reaction appeared. "Europe?" Light of understanding flashed in his face but second later he looked angrier than before.

"I'm in Europe?! That can't be true!" He started pacing through my kitchen. How can he not know that we are in Europe? And what is he doing in my fucking kitchen?

"You don't know that you're in Europe... Okay. So who are you? How did you get in here? And what do you want from me?" I need to have at least some answers.

"It is my father's fault. I had no intention in going here. He stripped me of my powers and casted me to Earth."

"Wait! You're saying that you're not from Earth?! You can't be serious! An alien! In my kitchen!" I was overly excited about the fact that he's alien. I should be more worry but I always dreamt about aliens.

"Calm down, mortal. Yes, I'm alien but it's no concern of yours. I'm trying to think about way to get back to Asgard, so I demand silence." Asgard. Why does it sound familiar? I already heard it somewhere. No! I read it! I definitely read it in some book. Maybe in one of my fantasy books?

"I KNOW!" I accidentally shouted out loud. He quickly turned at me with concerned look.

"You know how to get in Asgard without my powers?"

"Oh, no. I'm sorry. But I know what Asgard is. It's from Norse mythology!" I said proudly. How could I forget those evenings when my mom sat on the edge of bed and read me about Gods from different cultures?

"No it is not. I do not know what you mean by that it is from some mythology but I can assure it is a real place. And I want to go back there, so shut your mouth and let me think."


After few minutes I decided that he can't be as dangerous as he looks. I took all my courage and slowly walked across the kitchen. He didn't move from his spot in the middle. I remembered about my breakfast and started to make my toast and coffee. When I was done, I sat to the table and carefully stirred my coffee. He slowly turned to my direction.

"What is that smell?" He asked with concerned look.

"I think you mean my coffee. Do you wanna try it?" Suddenly he looked like a child who discovers new tastes of food. He just nodded, so I pushed my mug towards him.

"Take it. I'll make new one for myself." I said and smiled. It was kind of cute, him discovering coffee. While I was making another mug of coffee, he sat down at the table and sipped on the hot dark liquid. When he thought that I'm not looking, he sipped more and smiled little bit. When I came back to the table he had stoned face but the mug was almost empty.

"Do you like it?" I asked obvious. He just shrugged. I didn't comment it and ate my breakfast. After I was finished, I realized that I still don't know who he is.

"What's your name? And why did your father casted you in here?"

"I have a lot of names. But the one gave to me by my parents is Loki." He said, ignoring my second question.

"That's a weird name. I'm Veronika." I commented.

"My name is not weird, you mortal. I'm just thinking what is wrong with your name. I have never heard name like that." What's his problem? It's common name!

"My name is perfectly normal and I like it, so no more about it!" He just made annoyed face and continued with his silent thinking. It wasn't completely comfortable having an alien in my kitchen and I didn't want to keep him unguarded, so I took book from my bedroom and went back to kitchen to sit there with him keep an eye on him.


After hour or so I couldn't stand it anymore, so I closed my book and stared at him for a while.

"Do you intend to stay in flat? Or do you have some other place to go."

"I-i actually do not know. I have not thought about it." He replied quietly.

"You are trying to tell me, that you're sitting here for hours, thinking, but you haven't thought about where you gonna sleep tonight or where you gonna stay until you find a way to get back home?" I wondered.

"I did not need to think about things like that before. I could just make my own house with my magic wherever I wanted." He can do real magic! Okay, I can live with that fact; just give me few minutes to faint! He shifted on his seat, looking bit nervous.

"Do you wanna stay here? I have a spare room." Where did that come from? I don't want to have alien in my flat! He will murder me in my sleep!

"I do not need any Midgardian to pity me! I can manage this on my own!" What did I expected?

"Okay, so what are you still doing in my flat?" He shrugged and bowed his head.

"I really don't know why I am doing this; I must be really crazy... Come with me, I'll show your room." I was truly surprised, when he actually stood up and followed me to his new room. It was simple bedroom, same as mine. Big bed, few cupboards and shelves. It had been empty since my friend moved to her boyfriend's house.

"It's nothing special. I guess you had much better room in Asgard." I was little bit embarrassed to put him in room like that, when I considered than he's probably used to live in luxury.

"It is okay. Thank you." Was that gratitude what I heard in his voice?

"You're welcome. I will look through my wardrobe, to see if I can find some clothes which would fit you. And we should go shopping tomorrow. My room is across the hall, so if you need something, just come. And bathroom is the door on the left. Feel free to use anything you find there." I smiled and left him sitting on his bed.

I threw myself on my bed and only thing I could think about was, that I have alien in next room and he will probably stay in my flat for some significant time.