A/N: My chapters aren't very long if I'm honest, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. Thank you and hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Loki, Norse God of Mischief and former Prince of Asgard walked silently down the path in New York's Central Park. It has been almost a two years since he had tried to claim the tiny rock for his own, and a almost a year since he had escaped the Asgardian dungeons and landed on Earth. He had decided early on that his best chance at survival would be to keep his head down, so he used his magic to change a few minor looks on his person that would hopefully leave whoever looked at him never truly knowing they were looking at the god of Mischief himself. They may suspect, but will never be definite. He used his magic to style his hair; it was not a dark blond colour and was curled when left unattended, though usually he would push most of it back in a semi-slicked back look. His eyes colour was also different from when he had tried to take the Earth, though that was not anything to do with his magic. His eyes colour was a pale blue when he was last on Earth, and now, they were a sparkling emerald green that shone beautifully in the sunlight. To help his facade even more, he acquired a job at the Empire State University as a history teacher, his specialist subject being Norse mythology. All his students enjoyed his classes and found him a pleasant man to be around... And that was because he was no longer looked down upon like a bad dog. The teenagers and young adults in his class actually looked up to him, and he had heard on more than one occasion that he was the favourite teacher out of the whole school. Mr Thomas Carter was renown for nearly all his students getting Cs and up on their tests. The name, which he had added onto the records, (fake) birth records and past history all helping his facade work as perfectly as a well oiled machine. All and all, the god was living a good life so far. He sat on a bench and watched the mortals quietly.

He still despised most of them, primitive creatures who desired too much and offered too little to and from their world, but the rest, he had learned to deal with and move past without any incidents. He worried every day though that he may be recognised, he had only changed the way he dressed, his hair colour and style and his eye colour had naturally changed, but apart from that he still looked like... Loki. He shook his head softly, why think about what may not actually happen? He should simply enjoy the life he lived now, as in actual fact, Midgard was quite beautiful... If one took the time to sit and watch it as he was doing now. He stretched out his long elegant legs and cracked his back on the bench, crossing his ankles he sighed in satisfaction. In all honesty, he didn't want to try and rule this planet anymore, and if he blew his cover, he would never sit here at his favourite bench in his favourite spot of the park. The spot that gave him a clear view right the way to the horizon and to the sun set. SHIELD would lock him up with no second glance, and he would be surrounded in darkness and hate once again. No, he had no desire to go through what Asgard had put him through. As the minutes ticked by as the god was reading one of the books he had managed to smuggle from Asgard, Loki became aware of a pair of eyes watching him. He had felt the feeling of being watched earlier in the day, but the feeling left... Only to return again now but much stronger. He frowned to himself and stood up, closing his book and holding it in his hand he turned the collar of his long black trench coat up against the wind. Keeping his head down, he started walking down the path towards the street.

It was already getting dark... Gods, he must have been out there for hours he realised. He shook his head, no, he mustn't get distracted. The eyes were following him, and suddenly the god felt a prang of fear in his stomach; what if he had been discovered? Although he had taken all the pro-cautions he could without being obvious, SHIELDs technology was famed... He slowed his walking pace down, turning the corner he walked down the lonely street that would eventually lead to his apartment. He waited until the owner of the eyes had caught up to him, and he knew because he could see the shadows on the road thanks to the brightly lit Starbucks caffe across the street. Loki turned around suddenly, his eyes blazing with fear, but was masked as anger.

"You have been watching me all day. Why?" He demanded in a stern voice.

"You- You reminded me of somebody... I thought he may have... But he can't, you can't be him.. He's far far away from here.."

The man in front of him only reached Loki's chin, and the god couldn't see his face as he was looking at the floor, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, but then, the head lifts and he takes a single, small step backwards. He would recognise that face anywhere... Of all the people who could have followed him, it had to be Tony Stark.

"I'm Tony Stark by the way, though you probably already knew that didn't you sweetie?"

It took all of Loki's efforts not to strangle the man, instead, he put on a present smile and held out his hand.

"Thomas Carter." He lied easily as Tony shook his hand firmly,

"But most people just call me Tom."

Tony smiled in that cocky way of his, still having not released Loki's hand.

"Well, Tom. I would like to have a coffee with you, think of it as an apology for stalking you for most of the day... Oh, and how convenient, there's a Starbucks across the road."

"Mr Stark-"

"Please, call me Tony."

"Tony, we have only just met and you're asking me to have a coffee with you. No offence, but are you not more of a ladies man?"

The god asked, ignoring the way Tony was staring at him as if he was being undressed by the billionaires eyes.

"That would usually be true, by to be honest, I'll ask anybody out who is hot or has a nice ass. And you, my dear Thomas, have both and much much more." Tony winked and grabbed Loki's wrist, pulling the god along as he crossed the street and entered the coffee shop without waiting for a response from his date in question.

Tony swaggered up to the counter and flashed the waitress his signature smile. "Hey there sweetie, I'll take a straight black and my date-"

"You know what I like Sarah, but hold the sugar this time."

Tony looked at him with raised eyebrows once Sarah the waitress had moved away to make their drinks. "What? I don't live far from here, I come here nearly everyday." He explained with a shrug. Loki tried to look anywhere apart from the man he was with, chewing his lip until their drinks were slid in front of them a few minutes later. The god went to pull out his wallet, but Tony waves his hand away dismissively, pulling out his own he gave Sarah a fifty and told her to keep the change. Loki picked his drink up and allowed himself to be Shepard into the darkest corner so they wouldn't be disturbed.

"Thank you, though I would have happily paid for my own." He said, finally looking up and making eye contact with the billionaire. He took a sip of his herbal tea, a small smile tugging his lips up at the families burning sensation that ran down his throat following his beverage.

"Hey, I was stalking you all day, it's the least I can do." Loki nods and takes another sip, swallowing he asked softly but bluntly.

"Who did.. Who do I remind you of?It's just before you said I reminded you of somebody... I was wondering if I may have heard of them."

Tony chuckled and picked up a sashay of sugar, tearing it open and tipping the granules into his coffee cup. "Oh you would have heard of him alright. His name is Loki, the Norse God of Mischief, You know?" At Loki's nod Tony continued. "Well, he tried to take over the Earth two years ago but me and the team I work with managed to stop him just in time. He's back on his home realm Asgard now... At lest I think he is." Tony shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

To Loki, a keen observer, the man say opposite him looked almost... Sad... That he was (supposedly) in Asgard so far away from him. The look startles Loki slightly and sent a whirlwind of thoughts smashing through his mind at once. "Anyway." Tony began, taking a quick sip of his coffee, I want to know more about you." He pointed at 'Tom' with a smirk, all thoughts of Loki removed from his mind. "There's not much to say really... I recently moved here from England, I live alone in the penthouse of my apartment building. Well, alone apart from a kitten that has taken a liking to me. He just turned up one day and wouldn't go again so I adopted him."

Tony grinned as he heard and stared at the man in front of him with a slightly mischievous look in his eye. "How about-" He began, but was cut short by Loki.

"I think I'll call him Tony." Loki mused, seeing the look it reminded him of the look in his kittens eyes. The billionaires eyes widened slightly and he chuckled with a nod.

"Sounds good to me." The two men sat in the coffee shop for hours, talking and chatting about themselves and their lives. Both enjoying the witty banter and sharp tinge of the other, finding it refreshing to talk to somebody who can keep up.. As well as somebody they can flirt with.

After his third tea, Loki looked at his watch and his eyes widened at the time. "Wow... Tony, I'm sorry but I have to go. I was supposed to mark some exam papers tonight." Loki sighed to himself and stood up, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

"Wait, so you're a teacher?"

"Yea, it's more fun than it sounds when the job pays well because their desperate to keep the best in the subject."

"So what subject do you teach? And where?"

"Mythology, specifically Norse though at the Empire State University." He smiled and buttoned his coat up. "It was a pleasure meeting and talking to you Mr. Stark." He grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote, with impeccable handwriting, on a spare napkin on the table. "Just incase you're bored and want to talk or meet." Loki then winked and walked from the coffee shop with a barely visible bum wiggle and a strut that would make any catwalk model jealous.

A mesmerised Tony Stark stares after him before looking down at the napkin and grinning - it was 'Tom's' mobile number. Shaking his head to himself and laughing he made his way back to his tower. Unusually for him, he went straight to bed. Not, he told himself, because he wanted the next day to come quicker so he could see Tom again... Oh who was he kidding? He went to sleep thinking about a certain green eyed teacher, and wondering how much room he'd take up in the expensive king sized bed.