Hello all! I've been working on this for some time and was hoping to publish the first two chapters in time to coincide with the release of Thor on dvd :), but unfortunately I missed that deadline by a few days. I have bits and pieces of this story done, so hopefully if people like it I'll be able to update faster.

I'm hoping to strike a tone (particularly in the early chapters of this) that reflects the realistic way an encounter between an average person and Loki would go. That being said...

I'm hoping I'm drawing in some people that normally wouldn't read OC stories. Bear with me early on people! I promise she gets better as you get to know her. I actually published a story before and was complimented on my OC.

Please review and let me know what you think to give me some guidance along the way as a write!

PS one thing I know I'm bad at is cliffhangers/ending chapters in general, so if it feels awkward...eh, I know. It feels awkward to me too. I've done most of the work on this as a complete piece but I prefer to publish in increments. Sorry about that :(

Enough of my babbling, enjoy!

I own nothing except for my OC.

Chapter One: Stranger in the Storm

The sun that had once been beating down on her bare shoulders had abruptly become hidden behind gloomy storm clouds, causing Eleanor to wonder whether or not she had misread today's forecast before she decided to go out rock climbing. Around Santa Fe, New Mexico the sun could almost always be counted upon to shine, but it would appear that for one of the few days off she allowed herself it had other plans.

Not being far from the top, she resolved she would finish this climb and head back to her car after this. Climbing slippery basalt wasn't something she was keen on trying, even if she was only about 12 feet from the ground – particularly now that she climbed alone.

As she neared the top, the wind picked up violently out of nowhere and sky turned from a light overcast to an eerie graphite grey. She craned her neck over her shoulder in time to see a large funnel of rotating clouds touch down. Frightened, she hugged the rock and tried to descend quickly, but in her haste did not have a good enough grip when she felt a violent shudder come from the rock.

She slipped, landing only halfway on the crash pad beneath her. The fall hurt, but what was worse was the gash a jagged rock had torn in her right calf. She couldn't actually see the cut it was so black, but could feel the wetness of the blood running down her leg, soaking into her socks in her tennis shoes.

Dragging the heavy mat up into the back of her old Jeep Liberty, she rushed to hop in and drive as far away from the tornado as quickly as she could when she saw it was gone. She'd been so panicked by it she hadn't noticed until the loud sound of the wind in her ears had vanished.

The clouds that had made it up were settling into a dense fog, and from her elevated vantage point she could see that it covered the way she had came.

She sighed "Sit in the car and wait it out I guess, it looks like it's starting to clear up already."

The sky was already reverting back to the mild overcast it had been before the tornado, in fact, the tornado had come and gone so quickly she wondered if it had happened at all. New Mexico wasn't exactly part of tornado alley.

She could see if the weather cleared enough to go back to climbing, it was only noon, but she was still injured and Eleanor couldn't help but feel so shook up she just wanted to get back home.

She sat bent over in her Jeep, still warm from sitting in the hot sun, and tried to wipe off the blood from her leg with a towel. The wound was deeper than she had thought and though it wasn't bleeding as profusely as before she couldn't get it to stop completely.

Sitting up, she caught her breath as she saw a man in the distance walking towards the car. He was staggering, maybe injured, but she locked the doors anyway. She couldn't make out his face, but it looked like he was wearing a cape or something.

"Oh my god, was there anyone else out here? I don't remember seeing anyone when I drove out, he could have come out after me…"

She didn't know why she was being so paranoid, the day had just been strange enough as it was, and not once had she seen someone else out here.

"Ridiculous…" She decided just to drive over to him, he'd seen her already anyway and she may as well not look like a bitch for not offering help.

The sun had come out now, and rolled down her window as she pulled up next to him. "Oh Jesus, what the heck?" He was dressed bizarrely, wearing some kind of armor and a cape. He looked like some kind of character out of Lord of the Rings, or someone who got lost on the way to a costume frat party.

Eleanor rolled down the window as he approached.

"Hey are you alright?"

He looked a little bewildered, and had a small amount of blood running down his face.

"What is this place? Is this Midgard? Earth?" His angry, strong tone surprised her considering his condition. The questions seemed so…strange, she stared at him a moment before responding.

"Um."

"Tell me!" He grabbed the half rolled down car window with one hand and pulled himself closer to the window.

"Yeah, yes it is." She responded to his question about earth, electing to ignore whatever he said before that, "He must have had an accident because of the storm" she decided.

The stranger angrily pushed himself away from her window and began to pace in circles, staring up at the sky as though looking for something.

"Okay do you need a ride someplace? To a car out here or something?"

He ignored her completely.

"Ahhhuhhhh!" He screamed at the sky, kicking the sand underneath him.

"Okay maybe not." She answered for him.

As Eleanor tried to decide whether this was a person who seriously needed her help or a person she should seriously avoid, he turned back to her.

"You will take me to the nearest settlement in this land."

He was walking around to the other side of her car before she could even decide on an answer to give him.

Eleanor rolled down the passenger window. "Alright that's um Santa Fe just so you know." she awkwardly replied as he examined the door as though he'd never opened one before.

He tugged on the handle, and she went to unlock the doors when then suddenly unlocked themselves and he entered. She must have knocked the button accidently.

"So do you need me to pick up anything you have out here?"

He continued to face forward in the seat. "No, haste is all I require." He replied, she noticed his English accent now.

Taking the hint, she put the car in drive and began the journey back.