Loki's P.O.V.

I cursed under my breath as I landed on the ground with a force strong enough to cause fatal damage to a mortal. Fortunately, I'm a god. But, my so-called brother and father saw me as nothing but an enemy. I would have sooner rather been sent to some far-off realm than stay in the company of liars and kings.

I studied my surroundings. Trees, grass and vegetation of the purest green, an orange and pink-streaked sunset, and mountains reaching peaks of the sky with white-capped tops.

I smirked to myself. I have been sent back Midgard. I have no allies nor enough power to conquer this world, but I could live here, unknown to anyone.

Taking a deep breath, I stood and made my way to the nearest mountain to get the best view of this new world. A god among worthless mortals. A king, unknown by anyone. A king of nothing. But a king nonetheless.

I soon reached the peak of the mountain, where I was able to see the distant lights of civilization. There was nothing in this cursed realm worth my time, but I should be able to see the Midgardians who were miles below me.

Misty's P.O.V.

I grumbled as I wiped my hands on my apron. I worked at a small diner in the city of Seattle as a waitress. But I couldn't complain. It's better than living with my dad and dealing with his abuse. I'm 24 and I'm very lonely, and I always have been. I didn't get much respect at work either, so I guess I just have to deal with the world on my own. I had only a few friends and I lived alone in an apartment. But, I made the most of it.

I was the only blonde in my family, platinum blonde with extremely pale skin, if I'm going to be more precise. I'm short for my age, I have bluish-green eyes, and a small splash of freckles on my cheeks, and I have a tattoo of a rabbit on my wrist. I grew up listening to Stevie Nicks with my mom, and I loved listening to musicals, like Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Jekyll and Hyde, etc.

My head shot up when I heard the door open and saw a man walk into the diner. He was tall, much taller than me. He had piercing green eyes, full of mischief and glee. He wore a black suit and a gold and green scarf, and he had a black cane with him. He looked about 25-30 years old, but he had the posture of someone much older.

He took a seat at a booth near the door and picked up the menu on the table. I walked to him and cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Ahem. Sir?" I asked timidly.

He looked up and grinned.

"Hello, miss." the man responded. He had slight accent, but I couldn't tell from where.

"What will you be having today?" I asked, pulling out my notepad and a pencil.

He glanced at the menu then said, "I will be having the steak, with a baked potato, and red wine."

I wrote down his order, then turned on my heel to give the paper to Jerry, the cook.

"Order up!" I informed him, flinching when he snatched the paper out of my hand.

I waited for Jerry to finish the food, while I sat at an empty table, trying to avoid the gaze of the man with the green eyes. Every time I looked at them, it was like a force was trying to pull me towards him. But what really scared me was that, I liked it.

I couldn't ignore the feeling anymore and I got up and sat down at the booth across from the man.

"Why hello, dear. What brings you back here?" he asked in a very polite tone, which I wasn't expecting. Usually every customer who sees me, sees me as a freak.

"You just looked kind of lonely, back here all by yourself." I said, trying to fake a happy tone.

He gave a small smile, which was very contagious, because the next thing I knew, I was smiling right back him.

"You have very lovely eyes, my dear. Tell me your name, please." he asked.

"Misty." I said.

"Misty." he repeated. "What a lovely name."

I blushed. This is something that never happens to me, so this was a very surreal experience. I raked a hand through my long hair, still smiling.

"MISTY!" I jumped when I heard Jerry's loud voice boomed towards me.

I got up and grabbed the tray of food and brought it to the man, then I went back and brought the wine bottle and wine glass to him.

With a smile, I turned around and left the man to his business. But I flinched when he called out, "Wait! Come back."

I came back and he smiled and said, "Stay with me a while, Misty. As you said yourself, I'm all by myself back here."

I bit my lip as I sat down in the seat across from his. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "So, what's your story, my dear?"

I smiled shyly and said, "I don't have a story. At least not one that's worth your time."

He waved me off and said, "Nonsense. A woman of your grace and beauty must have a little something to her."

I sighed. "I wouldn't even know where to begin. I don't even know your name."

He smirked and said, "How about we make a deal? I'll give you my name, if you give me your story?"

I thought about it. This man was the closest thing I had to a friend, so I guess I better not pass up this opportunity.

"Deal." I said, earning a smile from the man.

"Splendid."

I sighed, getting ready to tell him what he wanted to know.

"Well, I was born in Arizona, in 1993 in the summer. I had my mother, father and brother and we lived in a small house in Utah, where we lived in happiness for a long time. My brother and I were best friends growing up. We'd watch horror movies together every Friday night, we'd go prank our neighbors, and we loved going to the creek by our house for hours of fun. But when I was about 13, my mom and brother died in a car crash. Then, it was just me and my dad. And my dad started to abuse me, and hit me hard. But, I saved my money until I was 18, when I bought a car and I moved to Seattle, to finally get away from him. But, now I have a crummy job and no friends."

By this time, tears were forming in my eyes, and I blinked them away so the man wouldn't notice.

I looked back into his eyes, and saw acceptance. Something I hadn't seen since I was 13.

"Such a tragic story, my dear. But, I'd like to know just a little bit more about you. What are your hobbies? Talents? Favorite things to do? Favorite music? Such things like that?" he asked.

I sniffled and said, "Well, love to draw and read mystery books. I can sing and play piano. I love to listen to musicals and write my own stories. And I love Stevie Nicks, Coldplay and The Piano Guys."

He gave me a satisfied smile as he said, "You sound like a wonderful woman. I hope to see you again, my dear girl."

I smiled back and said, "You never gave me your name, you know."

He smirked again. "I am Loki. Loki Laufeyson."

I raised an eyebrow in question. "Loki."

He smiled and he pulled out a black leather wallet and laid down a hundred dollar bill, making my jaw drop.

"Uh, y-you don't need to pay that much! It was only a $25-"

"I know, Misty. But you deserve it." Loki said with a smirk. "I will return tomorrow night."

And with that, he was out the door. I took the money to Jerry, where he gave me $75 back and I worked until 10:00, when my shift ended. I was so excited and intrigued by Loki. He was definitely not from around here.