It's hard to believe, but sometimes the 'baddies' get tired of always plotting the end of the world. This was what Loki was thinking as he wandered down the damp streets of London. He'd decided to take a break from the chaos of New York, mostly caused by that 'brother' of his who could never see how irritating Loki found him.

And shouldn't he be allowed a holiday for once, anyway? If Loki had ever won anything, he would have given himself a holiday after; but the odds had never been in his favour and probably never sighed, then realised that he: A, had no idea where he was, and, B, was actually quite hungry. What kind of holiday was this? Wandering about aimlessly! Starving himself! He needed to take a proper break.

Loki swerved right and strode into a shabby little pub. He was sat down at a table for a full ten minutes before a waitress finally arrived. He looked up- more than ready to complain- but the words died in his mouth. His waitress wasn't particularly tall. She wasn't wearing anything particularly enhancing. She didn't even look like a stereotypical beauty. But there was something about her. Maybe it was that mass of shining, coppery hair… Or those eyes, that seemed to reflect the colour of the ocean… But the way she stood there, Loki didn't even know how to describe what she was doing to him. How could this girl seem so beautiful? She was just so…so… human! Loki had had no idea humans could be so beautiful. This explained so much to Loki, like how Thor could be so obsessed with his Jenny, or Janet, or whatever the hell her name was.

"Hello? Excuse me? What do you want?" Wait, what? The girl was talking to him? Actually talking to him? Loki tried to suppress his inadvertent thrill at her voice, and then suddenly realised why she would be talking to him.

"Sorry, what was that?" Loki responded, shaking his head slightly.

The girl took a deep breath in, and said her welcome again. "Hello, my name is Abigail and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Would you like to order a drink?"

"Just water please."

The waitress looked surprised. "Really? You want water? Sorry, um, I meant, still or sparkling? Or do you want some tap water?"

Loki smiled at her. "Still water. And I'm not really in the mood for getting drunk right now."

The waitress, Abigail, smiled back and went to get his drink.

It was a long and awkward evening. Loki was constantly getting sidetracked by the girl's amazing beauty. But they still managed to get some conversation going, and Loki finally worked up to the question he'd been trying to ask all night.

"So… what time do you get off?"

She laughed suddenly and smiled, glancing at her watch. "In about an hour."

"Do you fancy showing me around a bit? I'm new here, and it might be nice to have a friendly face giving me a tour." He smiled back at her.

"Alright then." She glanced around the room as if she'd suddenly remembered somewhere she needed to be, "I'm neglecting my other tables. I'd better go."

Loki nodded, and she moved away, but he didn't feel too sad that she was going away from him. After all, she was going to be with him at least all night now. Loki leaned back and smiled. This girl had done something to him, and he just didn't care. At no point did it ever occur to him that she could be taken, or just not want him. Loki was practically a god to these people, after all. He knew he wanted her, and he was going to do his best to get her, competition or no competition.

A/N- Originally, this started out as a random little one-shot I did once when I was bored, but I'm starting to get ideas and stuff as to how it could be carried on, so if you want anymore, please say and please review this. Also, this has a really rubbish title, so any suggestions for an alternative would be very helpful.