Author's Note: Any problem with the tiny bit of poetry's format is my fault. Also, if the poetry is terrible it is also my fault as I wrote it.

Sneak

Loki had again snuck down to Midgard. It really was far too easy to do so. He wanted, almost needed, to see what those idiotically short-lived an-, ahem, Midgardians had done to that poor fish-man Abraham. The last time he had come here they'd had Abraham in a tank...like he was an animal. If, of all people, Thor hadn't interfered he could have saved the blue-skinned man. This time he would not be dissuaded by anyone, unless that person were Abraham himself.

Of course, he'd ended up coming on the randomly scheduled night-shift with the animals. A dark-brown and black animal which the Midgardians called a German Sheppard sneezed and bared its teeth at him. No matter that he could use spells and illusions to hide his physical presence, he could not hide his scent. He also did not feel like shapeshifting at the moment. Nor as he was feeling quite restless this night, which was unusual, did he feel like simply willing himself inside the base.

With an amused look and triumpuhant smirk he leaped past the German Sheppard and its handler. Seconds later, he had grabbed the top of the thin, square-ironed gate, spared a supposedly non-existent haughty look for the gate-house and flipped over the top.

As he rose, he smoothed his black-leather coat and his eyes fixed on the three-storey, white building and the men before him. Both were pale-skinned, one was older with short, curly white-hair while the other was bald. The white-haired man half-turned revealing that he also had a beard, that one little detail irked him greatly.

'Why do the ants get to have what I cannot ? Do Father and Thor think that I do not see their and everyone else's glances ? As if I could miss them. Along with going behind my back where I am called weak because I cannot grow a beard. It's just more useless hair. So, why does is it an unspoken rule that if you can you must have one ? It is not my fault. How many times did I wait and hope that for once I could do something right ? That for once I would not be a source of shame to Father. Four hundred years, four hundred years ! So, what is so special about them to grow beards ? Nothing. There is absolutely nothing !'

Forced himself to push his ire aside to listen to the men's conversation.

The old man who had started walking, asked, "Manning, have you seen Hellboy tonight ?"

Ragged clouds swept across the moon as he followed the men.

Manning, "No, Director. You think he needs a new handler ?"

The doors opened as the director turned back and said, "I don't know when, but I would like to find him one, yes. It would hopefully be less stressful on both Agent Clay and yourself."

More following into the building, then he joined them on the elevator before tracing the faintly remembered path to the study. Slowly, he opened the double-doors to reveal a two-leveled, golden-walled room that apart from a giant tank off to the right side was covered in bookshelves. Stood at the far end of the room by a shelf was Abraham. The man's skin was still light-bluish-green with curling, grey stripes, he too was dressed in black, but held a book. While he quietly approached he saw that the mostly webbed fingers ended in rather claw-like nails.

Without a thought Loki's first words slipped out, "Why do you let them trap you here, Abraham ? You are better than them."

Abraham turned around, dark-blue-green/grey-eyes with their vertical lids blinking at him. "I am not trapped here, the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense Agents are my friends. I enjoy helping them. I am Abraham Sapien, who are you ? If you don't mind my asking, of course."

An unbidden smile crossed his lips as he replied, "It is good to meet you formally at last. I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard."

His last words caused Abraham to bow before the man straightened. "The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Please forgive my asking, but you would not be the Loki of Norse mythology would you ?"

"With emerald-fire, higher reflexes and the powers of both shapeshifting and illusions one can do near anything that one wishes. It does not take much to convince a few idiotic Midgardians that you are a god. Hmm, now, if you do not mind Abraham what book is that ?"

The fish-man waved his free-hand and he noticed a few little nodules or some such in Abraham's palm. Abraham walked over to give him the book, their fingers brushing as he accepted it. "It is just some poetry you probably wouldn't know it."

It made him chuckle, "There are many books that I have read over the years. When I finished all the ones in Asgard's and my own library, I decided to see what the Midgardians had made. To my surprise some are quite good. How sweet the words that fall like snow."

Shocked delight filled him as Abraham joined in. "To know your love whose warmth o'er which I have fallen returned

so astounded and astonished am I in our new snow.

Deemed a blessed dream I dare not awake lest I find you e'er gone from me

oh dearest love...forgive me."

Near the doors, a deep voice asked, "Yeesh, what are ya trying to do ? Drown us in sappy mush ? I'll forgive you when you stop. So, who's your new sneaky friend, Blue ?"

When no retort came from Abraham a thought crossed his mind. 'Blue ? What an inane, but appropriate nickname. I suppose it is not offensive to him or I doubt that he would allow it.'

"Hellboy, this is His Majesty Prince Loki of Asgard."

Slowly, he turned around to see who this new man was. Whatever he'd expected it was not a six-foot some, bright-red skinned, bearded man with horn stumps and a giant stone hand. 'Despite never having met one, from his looks alone, I would say that he is a displaced Muspellian.'

Hellboy, who had a cigar in his mouth, quipped, "Ooh, fancy. Join the freaking club. How'd ya wander in here, Boy band ? Get lost going to a concert ?"

His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry ? I have no idea what you just called me means."

"Oh don't apologize, Boy band, we can't all have your looks."

It was Abraham who spoke up, "Actually, Red, Loki is quite smart. I think that Director Bruttenholm would like to speak to him as he has many abilities that would be quite useful."

Hellboy snorted derisively, "Yeah and what abilities are those ? Using a horde of screaming fan girls as a distraction ?"

In answer, he sent an illusion into Hellboy's mind of a dagger resting on his throat and slitting it. Not a second later he ended it before raising his eyebrows at Hellboy. "Do you doubt my usefulness now ?"

A strange swishing movement from behind Hellboy drew his gaze and he noticed...a tail ? 'I have never heard of a sapient creature with a tail before. Perhaps his species is very reclusive ? Otherwise I cannot explain why Father would not have mentioned this. Unless it has something to do with the Strange and Terrible Ones. Is he safe if he is one of those...things whatever they are ? He looks mainly like a Midgardian, surely he cannot be so terrible as the storied ones.'

Hellboy's eyebrow ridges raised then he nodded, "Okay, so Father just might be interested in meeting you. I wanna see Manning's face when he realizes that you snuck in here. I guarantee you, Loki that he's gonna go absolutely bat-shit. He's gonna ask Father to change the security system again for sure."

'I am going to assume it's a metaphor, but still...' His nose wrinkled as he replied, "That sounds absolutely disgusting, Hellboy."

Abraham walked past himself and Hellboy muttering, "You and I are quite agreed on that, Loki."

With a gruff, "C'mon." Hellboy turned leading the way out of the study. Perhaps this could turn into something interesting. Well, he would simply have to see how it went.