Disclaimer: I only own the stuff that I thought up. So sadly, Loki and any other familiar characters belong to someone else. * Sad Panda *

Chapter 1

You know you are having a bad day when you think that painting your nails blue with sparkles will make you feel better. It didn't but my nails looked good. So, maybe watching a movie will help...I guess it depends on the movie, do I want to watch a chick flick? No, not really, I'd most likely just cry through the whole flipping movie, how about an action/adventure? Possibility, but which one?

She plopped her butt down in front of the DVD cabinet to look at her collection. Jasper had just received a couple of movies that she'd ordered online. One would qualify as a chick flick and the other was definitely action/adventure. She grabbed the action movie from the shelf and opened the plastic folder-like container to look at the action movie inside. She pondered for a minute and decided that she'd have to have ice cream and of course had none in the house. A trip to the store was needed and she also decided that she didn't care what she looked like. Jasper was wearing too big yoga/work out pants, which had never been worn to workout in, and an old gray t-shirt. Her uncontrollable brown curly hair was up in a very messy ponytail, bits of hair escaped confinement to create a hallo around her round face. She stood up, slipped her feet into flip-flops, and grabbed the keys to her gray Toyota, slung her over sized orange purse over her shoulder and headed out to the local Wally-World.

"Really?" she screeched as she got almost mowed down by a huge SUV, that was trying to grab the same parking spot she was, even though she'd been waiting for the little old lady in her boat sized caddy to pull out. Of course the tank won, "Jerk!" Jasper yelled.

She finally found a spot that wasn't a two mile hike away, and after practically having to beat her way to the ice cream section, through all the kids, locals that were taking their sweet time, and Canadian tourists she'd managed to score a pint of B and J's Milk and Cookie Ice Cream. Jasper got back to her car and started home without any major incident. She turned on the radio and sang along to the music and as she was about halfway home, Jasper's cell rang. She let it go to voice mail and wondered who would be calling. All her friends were at work, her parents lived in Florida and never called her cell, Jasper's sisters only called when they needed something and never called, texting was their way of communication, she thought to herself. Jasper got home, parked in the garage and made her way into the duplex apartment. She stowed the ice cream and Dr Pepper that was a last minute purchase in the freezer and fridge, respectively. Jasper dialed up the voice-mail on the cell and listened.

"Jasper, it's Dad, just called to say hi," She heard some murmuring in the background,"Well, not just to say hi. Your grandmother is very sick and we don't think she is going to make it. Is there any way you can come down?" Jasper almost dropped the phone, shock ran through her body, sadness, and grief filled her heart. Her father continued, "We can pay for your ticket, call me as soon as you get this. I love you."

She hung up, he hadn't mentioned her sisters and wondered if he'd called them already. She dialed her father's number and waited for his familiar voice to answer. He answered after the second ring. "Hi honey," he hurried on before Jasper could even say hello "She wants to see you, so you need to come home as soon as you can. Do you have some vacation time?"

"Well actually I'm kind of in between jobs now." She paused a moment before continuing, "The library let a bunch of us go."

"Cut-backs? Are you okay for money? Can you pay your bills?"

"Of course" She answered laconically, "And yes I'm okay for money, most of my paycheck went into savings, and I'm getting unemployment at the moment. But I think they will hire me back soon." She crossed her fingers as she fibbed. "Change of subject, did you call Crystal and Opal?"

"Yes, they both know and will be coming down as soon as they can, but your grandmother asked specifically for you. I get the feeling she has something for you." My father replied, sounding like he had a frog in his throat. She could tell that he was getting choked up.

"Okay, I'll be ready to leave in the morning, you should be able to get me tickets for an early flight. I better get packed up."

My dad cleared his throat, "I already got the ticket, the wonders of the internet don't you know."

After a few more minutes of talking, they hung up. She stayed on the couch for a couple of minutes thinking of what needed to be done. She could have her neighbor water her plants and collect her mail. The bills were already paid for this month, so no worries there...need to pack. Jasper jumped up and headed to her bedroom.

After a few hours of searching for everything she needed and packing. She set everything by the back door of her apartment, one big suitcase and a small carry on. She looked at the clock on the microwave, it was late and the movie watching mood she was in earlier had passed. Jasper was exhausted mentally and physically. During the packing frenzy she had managed to go over to the next door neighbor and tell her what was going on, she'd readily agreed to take care of the plants and get the mail. She'd also offered to take Jasper to the airport. Kathy was an older lady, a widow, her husband had died a few years past. She had no children, but her apartment looked almost like a jungle. She had more plants then Jasper did and called them her babies. A few of Jasper's own plants had started out as cuttings from Kathy's flora collection. Green thumb my ass, she had a green arm! Jasper's plants would be in heaven and would most likely be three times the size by the time she returned.

She padded towards her room thinking of maybe doing a little reading before going to sleep and was half way to her room when she heard the sound of laughter...male laughter. It was crystal clear and there was no mistaking what it was. There were no men in the building. Jasper searched her small apartment, the T.V was off, no radio playing. It stopped after a couple of minutes as she was looking out her front door at the sidewalk that passed in front of her apartment.. It was to late for her to knock on Kathy's door, she always went to bed early. She wouldn't have heard it. Wow, I'm losing it, hearing things, Jasper thought to herself, then went to her room and shut and locked the door for good measure.

The next morning she was up way earlier then was normal, Jas showered , dressed, did something with her hair, and even put a little make-up on. She dressed for moderate comfort and easy movement, in a pair of loose camo green capri pants, a black v-neck shirt with elbow length sleeves, and a pair of easy slip on sandals. It was way to early for her to eat anything, but she forced herself to eat a granola bar and have a glass of orange juice. She was just putting her washed glass away when she heard Kathy at the back door. "Good Morning, are you ready?"

Jas opened the door. "Good Morning to you! Yeah I'm ready, and thank you again for taking me to the airport. I would have had to take a cab. And we all know how much I hate taking a cab! Do you want some OJ?"

"Oh no, I've had my breakfast already, you know me, early to bed early to rise!" She replied with a grin. Her straight graying red hair, was pulled back into a loose braid.

"Uh-huh, I still think you are crazy, but whatever floats your boat honey. It is way too early." Jasper laughed,"I'm ready when you are." She grabbed her orange over the shoulder purse and rolling suitcase as Kathy grabbed the carry on. They loaded up her car and headed out.

The streets were quiet this early in the morning and for the first few minutes the two women were too, then Jasper remembered the strange laughter the night before. "Hey Kathy, did you happen to hear anything strange last night? Other then me almost falling down the stairs?" Jasper had been in the basement to retrieve her large suitcase and on the way up the stairs, she'd lost her balance. That would teach her to try and carry a suitcase almost as tall as herself.

She chuckled, "No actually I didn't, but you yelling, "I'm okay" I heard that!"

The younger woman grinned as she responded,"Hmm, okay, then I must be hearing things..."

"What do you mean?" She asked,as she stopped at a red light. Kathy glanced at the Jasper.

"I heard a man laughing. I checked my whole apartment, the T.V was off and so was the radio. In fact I checked outside too. It was very happy sounding laughter, kind of maniacal actually." She said with a slight frown, watching the landscape pass by. Maybe she had just imagined it, she had been really tired and rather stressed out.

"Who knows maybe your place is haunted." Kathy replied with a chuckle. "The building is pretty old, you never know. I'll keep an ear out for anything strange while you are gone."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. The more I think about it, the more I think I just imagined it. I was really tired and I'd just found out that my Grandmother was very sick."

They continued the rest of the trip in a comfortable silence, then Kathy pulled up to the airport drop off point. Jasper checked her purse and made sure her ipod and ear buds where easily reachable. When the car stopped, she opened the car door and stepped out.

Two hours later...

Jasper settled herself in the window seat that her father had thoughtfully procured for her. She couldn't stand aisle or middle seats .She'd been smacked in the elbow so many times by the damn beverage cart, she sometimes wondered if she was permanently bruised. She'd stowed her carry on bag and her purse was under the seat in front of her. Her ipod was in her pocket along with the ear buds, she thought about grabbing her Kindle, but decided she would wait for take off. She knew she would get in trouble if she pulled out anything electronic before take off. And that was the last thing she needed, to have the flight attendants pissed off at her. She could see it now, "Could I have a bottle of water?...No water for you! The attendant would respond. Damn water Nazi! She laughed to herself, the man sitting next to her looked at her like she had grown a pair of horns, then turned back to his attempts to put his seat-belt on. She rolled her eyes, then slipped her own seat-belt on, then reached up and adjusted the air conditioner vent directly on her. For goodness sakes, could this thing be any slower.

Three hours later...

The plane was in the air and she was about a quarter of the way through her P.C Cast book, and her ipod blaring in her ears was just loud enough to drown out the snoring from the guy sitting next to her, but not so loud she couldn't hear any announcements. She looked at the window for a minute and saw that they were above the clouds, she was terrified of heights, but she forced herself to continue looking out the window. After a few minutes of staring at the clouds, she turned back to what she was reading. She had just started to read again when something caught her attention. She turned to look back out the window to her right, there was someone crouching on the wing of the plane! She blinked and shook her head, she had to be seeing things. There was no way there was someone on the wing. She looked back out the window and he was still there. She wondered what would happen if she screamed and pointed? Would the attendants come running? Would the guy sleeping and just starting to drool wake up? She decided not to scream, she closed her eyes, then looked at him again. He was wearing a cape for one thing, it was a beautiful shade of green, his hair was black, she couldn't really tell what he was wearing beside the cape, but it looked like there was some leather involved, but his shoulders wear covered in what looked like gold shoulder pads. She began to wonder if she was asleep, she pinched herself as hard as she could. Nope, he was still there, just crouched down on the wing of the plane, she stared at him unbelieving what her eyes were showing her. Then he turned his gaze at her and smiled. She felt her heart almost stop. Holy crap! His eyes were so bright, she could see that they were bright green almost like green glass. And he was staring at her with a very mischievous look in those bright green eyes. He laughed and she could hear it. How the in the nine hells could she hear it? He was outside on the wing of the plane. She heard the clear ring of his laughter peal through her mind. It was the same laughter she'd heard in her apartment. He winked at her then jumped off the wing. She jumped up out of her seat, bumping her head on the bulkhead of the plane. "Ouch!" The guy next to her snorted as he woke up. He looked at her with sleepy bleary eyes, then looked around as if making sure no one heard him snort. Jasper rubbed her head as she sat back down in her seat. Her action brought the attention of one of the flight attendants, she looked concerned and asked, "Are you okay?"

Jasper continued to rub her her head, "Yeah, I'm okay. I don't know what happened, I completely forgot about the bulkhead, and I really have to go to the ladies room." She lied her ass off, she didn't have to go to the bathroom and hated using airplane bathrooms. She couldn't tell the lady that there had been a hot guy with a green cape on the wing of the plane. That might get her a quick trip to a mental institution as soon as they landed. And she so didn't need that. She squeezed her way out into the aisle and moved toward the bathroom. She locked herself in and looked at herself in the mirror. Nope she still looked normal, nothing different. Her head still hurt like hell, but she didn't find any blood, which was a good thing. She checked her make-up and decided it was fine, regardless she couldn't do anything if it wasn't all her make-up was in her carry on. She grinned at herself in the mirror and turned to unlock the door. She pulled on the handle and found that it wouldn't open. She turned the lock again to occupied, then turned it again and of course it didn't open.

"Are you fucking joking! Really? I'm not going to spend the rest of this damn flight stuck in the bathroom!" She started pounding on the door.

"Hello, can anyone hear me? The door is stuck and I can't get it open!" No response came. "Someone please help me!"

"Such an unpleasant little room",drawled an unfamiliar male voice.

Jasper froze in place. Holy crap there was a guy in the room with her! How in the world did that happen? Trap door? No way, impossible. She braced herself and turned slowly. "Fuck a duck!" She exclaimed. It was the green cape wearing guy. And he was smirking at her. His eyes were so clear and beautiful that her mouth fell open in awe.

"Hmm, fucking a duck is not my idea of fun. Thank you very much, but I'll have to decline." Green-eyes replied with a smirk.

"Okay, that's great...Uhh, may I ask who you are?" She stammered, pressing herself against the door.

"I'm hurt, you don't know who I am? Have you been living under a rock for the past few months?" A slight, mocking smile on his lips.

Jasper had no clue who he was, "I'm sorry but I really don't know who you are and no I haven't been living under a rock, just under a pile of books. I don't watch T.V or read new papers. T.V rots your brain unless it's a documentary and the local paper's grammar is horrible. I spend more time editing then actually reading the articles." She shrugged.

The man in green smiled mischievously, "I am Loki, God of Mischief, Lies, and Chaos."

She didn't know what to do at this point, was he serious? She knew that there were beings, super heroes in the world, but her life had revolved around books and the library. Of course she knew who the Norse God Loki was, but this person standing in front of her claimed that he was Loki. She decided that she needed to get the hell out of the room because the man was obviously a lunatic. She started banging on the door again and pulling on the handle, "Help, please! Open the door!"

"Really, there is no need for the caterwauling. Cease your hysterics!" Loki demanded sternly. "I'm not going to harm you. But if you do not stop your wailing I will be forced to silence you."

Jasper straightened abruptly as she turned to face him again, "Oh really? And how are you going to do that, sew my lips closed, take away my voice magically? Or maybe you could just tell me why I am locked in this damn bathroom with you? You obviously did this for some reason. Tell me why? Maybe then I'll stop my hysterics!"

"So ungrateful you are. Isn't obvious, I'm answering your call for help. Now, my lady please step aside for but a moment and I will unlatch the door."

Jasper moved away from the door, keeping her eyes on Loki all the while. She couldn't move to far away because the room was the size of a flipping closet and was basically straddling the toilet. Well, either the rest of the plane would be on the other side, possibly a couple of perplexed looking flight attendants or a sharp drop to the ground far below, but one never knew with Loki, at least according to Norse Mythology. The more she thought about it, she did remember vaguely someone saying that New York City was almost destroyed. She didn't know if that made her a bad person for not thinking about it, but the little town she lived in, news from the big city didn't get passed around much. But then of course the fact that the only show and channels she watched with any regularity was Ghost Hunters and The Cooking Channel. She watched as Loki leaned past her and opened the door. He turned to her with a slight smirk and went through the open door.

Jasper stepped toward the open door and stuck her head out. She looked down the aisle and could see a blonde flight attendant standing in the aisle; she seemed to be frozen in place. In fact no one else was moving, the plane was completely silent except for the sound of the engines. She stepped out into the plane proper, Loki was standing in the little galley off the aisle with an amused grin. She looked back out at the silent aircraft. "I know this is a stupid question and you most likely won't give me a straight answer, why are you doing this?"

"You would be correct in the assumption that I would not give you a straight answer for the most part, however I will give you a partial answer...It amuses me at the moment." He responded, crossing his arms across his chest.

She watched as his very nicely shaped arms cross of his wide chest, wondering if he could read her mind. Well, he claimed to be a god. If he could, he would definitely see that she found him completely drool worthy.

Loki moved his eyes over her body appreciatively, "I wouldn't think to call some I found attractive drool worthy, it seems rather a crude description, but I will accept it as the compliment it is meant to be."

Jasper decided at that very moment, that she wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole. She felt her face go beet red. She thought she could feel the blush in her toes and looked up at the ceiling of the plane. Great, she thought, he can read my mind. "Do you think you could maybe, not do that, the reading my mind thing? I would really appreciate that." She tried not to think about how his green eyes and how absolutely gorgeous they were. It didn't work of course. Loki grinned, then straightened.

"Because you asked ever so politely, I will acquiesce." He brushed past her, to stand next to the cart that the attendant had been in the process of pushing back to the galley. Loki waved a hand in front of the woman's face, then snapped his fingers. The plane came back alive as if nothing happened and the cart and the attendant passed through Loki's tall form. He grinned mischievously back at Jasper, then disappeared only to reappear behind her.

She inhaled a quick breath as she felt him lean close and whisper in her ear, "Most of the time."

Jasper turned to face him, only to find that he was nowhere near her ear. He was standing a couple of feet away, with the now familiar mischievous grin.

A/N- Just so you know, I haven't written anything in forever and hope it's not to horrible. And another thing, constructive criticism is all well and good, but I'm doing this for fun. Flames will be used for roasting something for me to eat or most likely ignored. Thanks for reading.