Chapter One:

POV LOKI

Hello.

My name is Loki Laufyson.

I was the King of Asgard disguised as Odin, unfortunately, I was found out by my brother Thor and sent into exile, taking my powers, and sending me here on Midgard: I have been a roamer managing on my own. After I was able to humble myself and actually work on and off moving around as I see fit staying in things that you mortals call an apartment or motel. Or is it a hotel?

But it starts after a day working at a lumber mill, which is my job, when a knock came at my apartment door. I am in the middle of having my evening tea, so I quickly put my cup on the table and answered.

Before me I saw a mortal girl, beaten to a pulp, with a black eye that was swollen shut, bloody lip, and she held her stomach were her shirt is soaked with blood, she is leaning on the door post for support. Her hair is mainly blonde but were black at the roots and the rest was blonde. With her one good eye she looks up at me and manages to say, "Loki? I'm Erica," She gasped, "Your daughter." Her good eye shut, her arm buckles and she falls into my arms as I catch her.

My eyes widen in surprise, but then I look around: it was dark so nobody could have seen her come. So I take her up in my arms and carry her in closing the door with my foot. I put her on the my bed, without my magic I just couldn't heal this mysterious Erica, so I'd have to settle for a Midgardian medical kit.

I hurry into my kitchen and pull from the compartment under the basin a box with a red cross on it and I dropped the box at the foot of the bed and opened the clamps and found a utensil that cuts any kind of fabric; I took this utensil and severed Erica's shirt. The wound in her stomach is covered in blood so I go into the bathing chambers and take a wet wash cloth and clean the blood from her torso and found the entry wound, it is large enough and clean. I take a sealed pad, open it and take a roll of bandages. I place the pad over the wound and wrap the bandages around to secure it.

I dump the bloody rag that cleaned Erica's wound in the basin and picked up another wash cloth and turn on the cold water, ring it out and place it over Erica's black eye. I attend to the smaller wounds, changed her shirt into one of my Midgardian "plaid" shirts and then take up my tea and watch Erica sleeping.

She claimed to be my daughter.

Question was: Who was the Mother?

Sad as it is when I first came here, I made some choices that were not all that wise; Most of which were with women. And it was out of the question if she was lying or not: Some of the women I told them my secret, no others outside of those knew.

So...

Who was this Erica?

Who was her Mother?

Then who attacked her?

Cause if I find them I will kill them after torturing them slowly, painfully, intimately.

I take sips from my tea and watch her as she sleeps seemingly comfortably.