This is the oneshot/preview I was talking about in my other Loki fic. I am going to continue this whether or not I get reviews, but the better my reviews are, the better my story quality is. No flames, please. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

I sigh, gazing at the creek, which burbles its merry way through the forest. I shift my focus up, and sunlight filters gently through the summer foliage, giving each leaf a glowing halo. Gods, all this magnificence, and not one spec of inspiration. Where's my muse when I need her? I chuckle softly to myself at the thought of the Grecian creatures actually existing. Then, as if on cue, I get an idea. I snatch up my notebook and pen, jotting the short poem down before it slips from my mind as though it was never there.

A poem is more than words

Scattered on a page.

More than mindless drabbles

By some dead bard.

They hold more life and meaning

Than my own body and soul.

"Wow. Pretty deep, huh?"

I gasp and swing my fist into contact with whomever had spoken's face. He cries out and falls back onto his rear end. He pulls his hand back from his nose, and blood dribbles over his lips and down his chin.

"Gods…" he whispers

"Don't mess with a halfblood?" I offer sheepishly. "Here, let me help you. You startled me, is all."

I take out my hand-woven handkerchief, and wipe the blood from his face. I hand him a stone, and he looks at me baffled.

"I'm going to have to reset your nose; otherwise it will heal crooked like that."

He nods and gulps. There is a sickening CRAACK as I push the cartilage back into its proper place. The rock in the boys hand crumbles. As I move my eyes to meet his owlish green ones, I realize that he is Loki, the younger prince of Asgard.

"My word, you're-"

"Yes, and I came out here for some peace and quiet, not to have my nose broken by a half-druid, half-" he states, questioning my heritage.

"Human…" I murmur, looking at the ground. "And I really am sorry about your nose, your high-"

He waves me off. "Loki. Just call me Loki. I'm sick of being treated like royalty."

I begin to murmur under my breath. "Good-looking guy like you deserves to be treated that way…"

He jerks his head up, careful not to cause the flow of more blood from his nose.

"What was that, now?"

"Nothing! I didn't say anything!"

"Yeah you did… You called me good-looking. That's a rare statement."

I burst into laughter, snorting and wiping tears of mirth from my eyes.

"Pfft WHAT?! You're a prince! I'm sure you have girls running around castle grounds screaming your name!"

"Ah, that would be Thor."

He turns away, but not before I get a chance to see the flash of pain in his eyes. I rest my hands on either of his shoulders and squeeze in what I hope is a reassuring way. I feel his muscles ease beneath my fingers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know; I live under a rock… Literally."

This arouses a chuckle, and he turns around. I offer a smile, and he pulls me into a hug. I stiffen at the sudden and unexpected gesture.

"Ahm… W- Why exactly-"

"I came out here to be alone, but instead I found a friend. Granted, one who broke my nose, but-"

He shuts up as I wrap my tan arms around him.

I hope you like! I know this was short, but I will follow up with another chapter hopefully very soon. Loki is handing out free cookies to everyone that reviews! (^.^)- (::)