Ch. 1
The god opened his eyes. His head pounded. Where am I? He wondered. He glanced around the room. There was a large blond man lying beside him, he wore a cape, and clutched a hammer like it was a teddy bear. His gaze shifted to a man clad in red and gold armor. Another man wore an outfit covered in stars and stripes. He looked down at his own clothing. He wore a heavy jacket of black leather and a green shirt. He also wore black leather pants.
The man in the stars and stripes stirred. He shot up.
"Who are you?" Stripes demanded.
The god had no answer for him. "I do not know." He admitted. "Who are you?"
"I am...uh...I'm..." The man in stars and stripes trailed off. He nervously picked at the collar of his...uniform? Costume? He pulled on a chain slung around his neck. Dog tags. He read them. "I'm Steve Rogers. Captain Steve Rogers. Apparently."
The god touched his own neck and found no dogtags. He patted his pockets. In one was a small black notebook. He opened it. He read aloud. "Property of Loki Odinson, He who reads this shall be put to death, especially you Thor." He lifted his eyes from the notebook in confusion. "Loki? Thor? Aren't those just legends?"
"Maybe it's just a novel." Steve offered.
"No, this is hand written." The god is struck with an idea. He quickly searches the room. He finds what he is looking for, a pencil and paper. He quickly writes the name Loki Odinson. It matches the handwriting in the book perfectly. "I am Loki." The god muttered. Then trying it on for size, a bit louder. "I am Loki."
Steve sticks out his hand. "Nice to meet you Loki." Loki shakes his hand.
"Thanks Captain."