Why hello again. See this is the first fanfic in a very VERY long time. And it is also 2am. SO. I kinda had writers block for my actual book and this little idea just popped into my head so I figured; why not give it a go?

Enjoy my...er... well. Babble.

"Dude. You. Will. Die. Do you hear me? They are going to kill you."

The severity of the words was betrayed by the laughter that followed.

"Oh God. Heh- seriously, Fury will find and gut you one of these days."

"Only if he can catch me." He chuckled lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the brick behind him.

"You realize that you are up against S.H.I.E.L.D. right? Like. The government. And spies. And all their techy bull shit."

"Have been for years now. Nothing new." He adjusted his coat against the bite of autumn.

"…Isaac. Really, you okay?"

"M'fine. What's wrong with you getting all emotional. Are you trying to tell me you care?"

"Hell no. I just don't want to lose my best journalist. You have any idea how much your column makes me? Let me give you a hint: it's enough that it's worth my fending of those freaky-deaky men in black all hours of the damn day to keep 'em off of you."

"Heh, thanks."

"No problem. Hey, lemme know when you have something new. Actually…."

Isaac felt his eyes narrow. "What do you want."

"I have a request." The words were spoken in a rush as though he was trying to get them out before Isaac inevitably hung up.

"What do you want."

"See… here's the thing."

Isaac groaned. "Skip the sales pitch."

"Loki."

There was silence. A deafening, final, silence.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I want something on the illusive God of Mischief himself."

"What, the guy who pulled the disappearing act of the century?"

"What's this? Is the great, Isaac Portman, dirt digger extraordinaire, unable to track the untraceable?"

"As you like to put it S.H.I.E.L.D. and their 'freaky-deaky' men in black can't find him, the God damned Avengers can't find him. What the hell do you think I'm going to be able to do?"

"I don't know, man, do your thing, pull off the impossible? I'm not demanding anything but I'm begging you here just get something. Anything. Hell, hack the Avenger's database for info the public doesn't already know."

"Hah. Fat chance. That damn AI is the bane of my existence."

"Just try?"

"If this is what gets me killed, I will haunt you." He could almost hear the victorious grin on the other end of the line.

"I'll totally send some flowers to your funeral. Assuming, of course, that they leave a body…"

"That's reassuring. Do you have any clues for me?"

"Of course, I do. I wouldn't be asking a favor if I couldn't at least point you in the general direction. Rumor has it that the guy is still in the city."

"That's not very helpful."

"How about the bar, Untitled?"

"Untitled? Yeah I've heard of it."

"What if I told you that there's a hint, just a hint, that someone in there knows something."

"So, bullshit."

"Eh. Who knows, good enough place to start. Besides, I think you'll like it. Ah shit, gotta go. Good luck."

Isaac didn't return the farewell, simply hanging up the throw away cell. He pocketed the device and sighed, looking up at the ever-grey sky that loomed above the buildings.

"Loki, huh?" he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. "Sounds interesting."

So? Good enough plot hook? No? Well it's enough I may actually keep up with this one so expect that there shall be more to come! Let me know if its worth it.