'Where am I?' I mumble to myself, trying to clear my head enough to look for any clear landmarks. My head is clouded and it is stifling my thinking.

The Allfather took my sorcery, I know that much.

'Where am I?!' Then I see it. 'No. Anywhere but here'

The Stark Tower, the only building still standing tall with minimal damage. It is still standing there, mocking me. I look upwards and know Heimdall is watching, the sky somehow golden as his eyes. 'Why? Why here?' I just want the truth, but I know that I will get no answer.

I stand up, looking around fixedly. It is surprising that SHIELD has not found me yet. It is only a matter of time. I should probably get to somewhere less open. Anywhere from that ghastly tower.

I try maneuvering my way around the streets, with no basic Asgardian street pattern seeming to be found. It isn't that difficult to work out some kind of structure, lazy humans. That tower is still haunting me, I swear it.

I sigh in defeat as I turn around yet another corner, only to arrive back at where I started. This is madness. I give up, SHIELD is coming for me and I can not run in this foreign land. Is this what a cunning god, such as I, been reverted to? A weak mortal?

'E-excuse me sir, can I help you?' a faint feminine murmur questions. I turn in the direction of the voice and I see the face of a young woman. Pale skin only accentuated by her eyes of blue and hair of dark brown.

'I-It's just, I was watching you and... I... uh, saw that you were having trouble. I wondered if I could possibly help,' she stated, voice trailing off as if ashamed of her speech and self. I smirked at her unease.

'You would show compassion for one you do not know? Why?' I queried, hoping for an innocent lie to escape from between her nervous lips.

'Because it's the right thing to do.' She admits hurriedly, her voice never wavering. Her prattle sounding eerily similar to one that I have heard before.

Now looking her right in the eyes, I state. 'In the few words that you have spoken to me, why were those the only ones that were somewhat strong and convincing?' I keep watching for a reaction. As if surprised at my question, she takes a second to find the answer in her limited brain. So simple, you can practically hear the cogs turning. Finally she says, 'It is some of the few words I still believe,' her voice warming as she avoids my eyes. How enthralling.

'My name is Amora' she states as she extends her hand in the form of a handshake, 'What's yours?' she continues, smiling subtlely. 'My name, mortal, is Loki.' I take her hand graciously. Her face brightens as she says ' Like the Norse God of Mischief. Were your parents mythology buffs as well?'

Her choice of words was as sudden a change as the change in her demeanor.

'You talk to me as if already a friend. That is rather odd for someone of your... stature' I say with a smirk, hoping to jerk a discernable reaction out of her. This, however, doesn't phase her.

'And your choice of a statement is extremely strange for someone of your "calibre"' she said with a laugh 'Yet you're still talking to me which signifies something, most likely the fact that you wish to hide away in the crowd, to not be noticed.' I stare at her curiously as she continues speaking ' It is either that reasoning or you just want to talk to some one, and while possible, you do not seem to be one to cling to others.'

It took me a moment to realise that she expected me to say something in return. 'You analyse a person that you do not know. What is that to say about you?' I ask with a quirked eyebrow.

'That I am easily bored and like finding out about peoples lives... without having to directly interact with them' she laughs.

'You laugh similarly to my brother. Well, he's not actually my blood, if that makes sense in any way.' My mortal mind is twisting in on itself, what is happening to me?

'Oh... so, you're adopted aren't you?' she asks, her voice quieting once again as she looks me in the eyes with a silent sorry. I nod with a scowl on my face. I do not need your sentiment, puny human. As she puts her arm around my shoulder her face lifts again and she says 'Well, join the club. Imagine if your not-brothers name was Thor? Then you two could fight over the throne' she says jokingly. I just look at her nervously. How did she know this? Mind reader... possibly.

Her eyes open wide in surprise 'No way... his name is seriously Thor!? ... and I thought that my parents were insane' she exclaims, to which I nod shakily. Maybe not a mind reader, that didn't seem like feigned shock. How can a god be so easily reduced to a blithering fool?

I glance around, once again taking in my surroundings, nothing yet. I can practically feel SHIELDS eyes on me so that means it isn't too long now. As if sensing my discomfort Amora asks carefully 'so, do you want to get out of the open? We could go to a coffee house. OR!' her entire body almost bouncing with happiness at the idea ' You could come to my place and we could hang out!' and as if only just noticing her joy was strangely placed, she reels herself back in and adds coolly ' You know, if you want, it's completely up to you... I have apple pie and stuff.'

I laugh softly, taken back by the overly friendly personality. Reminds me of an overly eager canine. How odd for a human. 'That would be wonderful' I answer finally as we begin walking towards her apartment.

I see a large, black car in the distance. That was a close one.

Authors note: So this is my first ever chapter of my first ever fanfic! Feel free to review, I thrive on any contribution. Also, I would like to thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed.