The air was crisp and cold. Night time was slowly falling and he still hadn't found the Sceptre. He needed to find it before the 7th, three days or he'd be back in that monotonous prison cell were he had nothing but his magic to keep him amused. Thor had sent him here, had sent him back to Earth to recover the Sceptre as a bargain to the All-Father, to maybe grant him clemency which he doubted would happen. In normal circumstances he would laugh at his brother's idiocy for letting him out and to be free amongst the mortals, but he knew the gate keeper would be watching his every move. Never once removing his eyes from the young prince to look at another world, so he could send Thor through the Bi-Frost to fetch him if he decided to misbehave. Doing as they asked was far easier than trying to escape, so he did as he asked. Using his magic to conceal his identity should any Avengers or SHIELD personnel run into him.
He combed the streets of the City he was told was called New York, the same place he'd used the Tesseract to allow the Chitauri in. It looked remarkably unscathed considering the damage and devastation he'd unleashed here, that made him angry. These mere mortals were not supposed to recover so easily, he'd underestimated their ability to get on with life.
He grumbled to himself as he turned a corner and low and behold he ran right into a SHIELD Field agent. "Damn." He whispered, but she didn't seem to notice him, his magic holding steady. He looked at her face, wanting to see if he'd seen her in the battle but as he glanced he knew almost instantly that if he'd seen her in that battle he'd have died to protect her. She was beautiful. Short brown hair that reached her small but strong shoulders, a tiny cluster of freckles on the bridge of her pointed, but button nose. Her lips were puckered and the slightest of pinks, he'd go as far as to say they looked like they'd been stung ever so slightly, what did they call it? Bee stung? Her face was thin and slightly round, putting all her features together she looked slightly elfin, but the one contrast was her eyes. Intense and ice blue. They reminded him of the Tesseract in colour and ferocity. He lost himself there for a moment, a slight glance into her eyes and he could see everything he was and everything he would be. How she saw him, Loki, as an evil, psychotic monster. It shook him. He felt pain that resonated from the centre of his very being. He wanted to be everything she deserved. He wanted to make himself better if it made her happy. A part of him wanted to die if she commanded it. Any sense of who he was, was now lost looking into her eyes. He wanted to be everything she needed.
It took him a moment to realise that in the few seconds it had taken for his whole life to be ripped to pieces, she had stepped around him and walked away. He continued to stand there in a haze of bewilderment and shock. He was Loki of Asgard and a mortal girl had shaken him to his very core and made him question everything he was. He had no doubt that Heimdall could see what was happening and relaying every bit of it to his brother. He would never live this down, once he found the Sceptre, he would find this girl, and kill her.