No Worries

-summer of 2004-

"Excuse you? If I was in your place right now I wouldn't be saying that."

Why did everything always have to go sour?

"Did you forget whose house this is, and who provides a warm bed for you to sleep in, woman!?"

Everything was perfect, then it went to my own personal hell in just 10 seconds? Why?

"Shut up!"

I got out of that madhouse as quickly as I could and slammed the door to my bedroom behind me. I scrambled around, searching for my iPod and headphones. Useless Spanish insults rang out behind me.

I finally felt some sort of relief when I put my headphones on and played my favorite song. I let out a sigh and jumped into my bed, covering myself with the covers. Music was good, but sometimes it wasn't good enough.

"No me toques!"

I heard it loud and clear over my music. The statement was followed by a loud crash and thud. Then a few more sounds I couldn't really hear followed. Then finally, pure silence.

I stayed still, and just wanted to go, go away from everything that haunted me. So I closed my eyes and stopped thinking. I imagined my brain was a small wasteland. This gave me some peace, and allowed me to sleep somewhat.

As I drifted, I carried a frown.

-present, during the Avengers-

A soft and quiet voice tickled my ear.

"...Lucia..."

But as I acknowledged it more it turned almost violent.

"LUCIA!"

My eyes then shot open, and I stared right into my mother's face, which couldn't be more then 10 centimeters from my face.

"MOM! Jesus Christ..." I yelled and then muttered. She narrowed her eyes and scowled.

"Finally, I literally called out your name for 5 minutes with no response. Now get up, we are going sightseeing!" She said with an excited emphasis on the word 'sightseeing'. I groaned. "Do I have to?" I said while giving a pouted face.

"Believe it or not Lucia, but you are part of this happy family too." She said 'matter-of-fact-lly' and then turned away from me. I rolled my eyes.

Very happy, so so happy and extremely excited! Yes this family is! I swear! I thought in my head.

Lazily, I put on some jeans and a white blouse in a walk-through closet that came with our ravishing suite in our 5-star-hotel, in freaking New York City. I couldn't believe this was my mother's dream vacation. I fixed my hair and put on some light makeup. Finally I came out to see my mother and she looked at me suspiciously.

"Are you trying to find an American boy whom will take a liking to you, dear?" She said sarcastically. I cupped my hands together and lifted my foot a bit to do a cheesy pose.

"Maybe I will find a nice French one!" I said mimicking the stereotypical accent. My mother simply frowned. "Ohh, Mama, why the sad face? I won't steal your husband." Her eyebrows went up and she stuck her tongue out at me like a child.

"I'm hearing all of this you know!" A loud, deep voice with a thick French accent said in the room connected to the one my mother and I were in. I simply shrugged while giving my mother a look.

"Come on dear." She said.

"Please, Mother, you still have to get the little monkey's ready too, I have time." I glanced into the room where the French accent came from and saw two familiar little girls, a.k.a my half-sisters, on the hotel-type couch with their princess themed pajamas. They looked almost as if they were wrestling.

"BELLA! RITA! STOP!" My mom yelled to them, although they were only 5 and 7. I sighed as they just giggled, even as my mother picked them up and carried them into the bedroom so she could get them dressed and ready.

I cautiously walked forward and looked around the corner to see my step-father, whom was also Bella and Rita's father, enjoying some coffee. He saw me coming and smiled.

"Sit," he said while motioning to the other side of the tiny table, which only held 2 chairs on opposite sides. "Thank you," I said while almost collapsing into the wood chair.

"You know this is little family trip is important to Ana, right?" I slightly frowned but then nodded, Ana was mother.

"I know it's important, but it's not like it's for me, right? So I can sulk a bit?" I said nonchalantly. My step-father, named Jean-Luc, raised an eyebrow curiously. "Actually, I would say it kind of is." I gave Jean-Luc a confused look. "How so?"

"Well, you're 18, turning 19 very soon, and this is frankly the last year she will have with you until a long time." Jean-Luc said, as I frowned even more.

"So I should at least try to have a good time and stuff to make her happy, hm?"

"Oh, Lucia. Just let yourself go. Be carefree. You will truly enjoy yourself." He said with that funny French accent.

"Thanks, Jean-Luc." I said as I showed an honest smile.

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My mother almost looked as if she was on the verge of making this tiny walk through Times Square in Manhattan into a work-out, from how much I studied how wide her strides where. She seemed amazed at the tall sky scrapers that towered over all of us. Even as she bumped into people and they bumped into her, she kept her child-like amazement to the world around her. Jean-Luc, Bella, Rita and I tried our best to keep up with her, but we were slowly falling behind. Jean-Luc held tightly to Bella and Rita's hands. He tried to call out to her to get her to slow down.

"Ana! ANA!" He yelled loudly. But you could barely, if at all, hear him over the sound of traffic and many people. He continued yelling at her, but I could hear the struggle in his voice. As I bumped into people I became too focused on apologizing and navigating that eventually I could only hear Jean-Luc and not see him. I tried to look over the crowds for somebody, heck, anybody I knew. Jean-Luc wasn't particularly tall however.

Shit, I thought. I'm lost in New York City, Times Square, no less.

I felt every pocket I had for my phone but only found the key to the hotel room that Mom had given me. I moved from the crowd and sat next to the closest building.

I put my palm on my face and only felt stupidity and guilt for myself. A few people sent glances towards me a concerned looks. But I couldn't just sit there and sulk forever. I rose to my feet and tried to think of the way we came from our hotel. Thankfully New York was somewhat easy to remember.

After crossing some streets and relaxing a block away from the place I knew the hotel was, I entered it.

The elegant hotel lobby shone around me and I stumbled for a bit. But I made the way to our floor, and into the hotel room. I grabbed my phone which was at my nightstand that I had woken up next to in the morning and dialed my mother.

While it was dialing I went back down to the lobby and she picked up finally as I entered the lobby.

"Mom!" I said almost too loud, which gave me a few glances from the people around me.

"Lucia!" I heard her call from the other end. "¿Qué coño, Lucia? Where are you?" I winced at her a bit, and then snapped back "I went all the way back to the hotel to get my phone so I could call you, geez."

I slightly ignored her as she started to lecture me in Spanish about how this was an important day, I should've called her earlier and not forgotten my phone, how they were worried sick, and on and on...

While staring into the distance a tall man caught my eyes. His hair was a light brown and he was wearing a suit. His voice as he talked to the receptionist at the desk was deep and slightly angry.

"Miss, I need a room, and do not say again that you have none"

The lady at the desk just frowned and put on a sad look. The man then turned and looked around the lobby, as soon as he saw me his eyes locked. It gave me a chill as I simply stared back.

The mysterious man then turned to the lady.

"Got you." He said extremely practically and casually. The lady's look was priceless. He then swung his body around and walked towards me. Then swung his arm around my shoulder and pushed me as natural-looking as he could appear towards the elevator.

"Sorry for making you wait dear, I just felt extremely bored." He laughed and gave a big smile. I hastily ended the call with my mother, while I could still hear her scolding. Then before I knew it he had pushed the button to the elevator, making it open immediately. He nudged me in before I could say anything, and as soon as the doors closed, took his arm off and pushed me towards the walls of the elevator. In an instant his clothes and entire face changed from it's original forms into what appeared to be a different person with jet-black hair and clothing which looked almost like a costume to me.

"Listen Mortal. You will give me your key to your hotel room and I will spare your life. If you do not, you will be one of the puny Mortals first to die when this city is conquered." He formed the words very articulately and gave me a piercing stare. I just left my mouth gaped open as I leaned against the wall.

Without thinking I pushed the level that my room was on.

"I take that as a submissive action."

I still couldn't get any words out and just stared at him awkwardly.

"SPEAK!"

I jumped a bit at his sudden yell and made tiny syllables.

"Aa-eeee-I-I. I can't!" Was all I said.

"You are alone. Just find yourself a new room in a less classier hotel." He said with pride.

"No! No!" I said. "I'm with my family! There is 5 of us." I stammered.

"Good. A big room is fit for someone as important as I."

The elevator doors opened and you quickly got out and the man followed you.

"If you're so important then you should be able to get a room anyway, shouldn't you?" I tried to reason with him. He simply glared.

"Maybe you do not understand. I am a God. But I am not from this realm." The man said with utmost confidence. I chuckled and looked at his full figure again.

"This is a joke, isn't it? Not funny dude, really. I just want to spend the week here with my family, and then go back home to my tedious life. I wasn't asking to be pranked today, and it really isn't a good time. You see I've gotten se-" But before I could finish he lifted me up by the neck and gritted his teeth. I grasped at his hands and dropped my phone. Just as it fell I could hear the ringtone, probably from my mother freaking out. I waved my feet around and tried to breathe harder but his grip just tightened.

"I am Loki of Asgard. I have said it once and I will not say it again, give me your room, or die."