It was a drizzly night. No, it was pouring and Loki had had enough of it. He knew that Thor controlled the weather and this was just too much! Yes! He had run away from their Midgardian home. Yes! He had left Stark's tower and, in the search of a doughnut, and never came back. But that was three days ago! Three days and it hadn't stopped raining since! He stood, soaking wet and dripping, under an overpass. He was shivering and his hair was clinging to his face in limp strands. His black jeans and hoodie were soaked through. He was glad that the rain hadn't gotten to his emerald green v-neck shirt yet or he would have really been in for it. As it was, his shoes were a lost cause. He fiddled with the necklace that his brother had given him when they were younger. A cord with a tiny hammer attached to it. He would never admit that he still wore it but in truth he never took it off. No matter how much he hated his brother sometimes, he needed the comfort that was love.
He strolled out from the underpass as cars started to drive by. He was in a nearly deserted area, so cars were few and far between but he figured that he would need a lift to wherever he would be going to next. He held out his hand with his thumb sticking up as he had heard was custom and waited. At first none slowed down. Some even swerved to drench him in water, he made a mental note to curse them when he was no longer soaked and hungry to hunt them down and repay their insolence.
After a time he was ready to give up. His shirt now completely soaked through; his pale flesh covered in goosebumps. He looked out at the street and saw a car rolling up. This was the last one he was trying for the night before he went and found a safe and hopefully warmer place to sleep for the night. The car pulled up to his outstretched hand. He took no time in getting in and thanking the driver cheerfully. That was until he saw who the man was.
"Hello, Loki. Long time no see."
