I look towards the sky then back at the ground. I stand in a forest, unfamiliar of course since I have only ever visited Midgard twice. To visit my brother and of course for the...I can't even bare to think about it.
The Allfather has banished me from Asgard without my powers, the same treatment that was bestowed upon my brother. I look through the trees but all I see is more trees. I can hear movements but it is probably just a little forest creature.
I walk among the trees until I hear other sounds. Those sounds I heard that last time. The familiar sounds of the Midgardian lifestyle. I emerge from the trees and stare out. I find myself standing on what they call a 'sidewalk'. The mortals are everywhere on the streets. They don't recognise me at all. I walk across the thing called a road, dodging the moving vehicles. Someone shouts at me in a filthy Midgardian term for getting in the way of their vehicle.
"That's dangerous you know" I hear from behind. I turn to find a blonde haired woman smirking at me. I look at her with a blank expression. I don't understand their clothing at all. "Uh hello, my eyes are up here" She says with cruelty. I quickly look back into her blue eyes, swimming with irritation. "You look familiar, have we met before?" She asks as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"I think not" I glance back at the road then return my line of sight to her. "I'm not from around here"
"Yeah, I can see that" She turns around to where a man with similar features glares at us from further down the street. She looks down her nose at me, a glare upon her face.
"Rebekah" The man calls out. "Come darling, let's go"
"Is that your husband?" I ask. She laughs mockingly at me. "I guess not" She shakes her head, a small smile upon her face. I guess it's better than the glare. "My name is Loki" I say simply. It was not my intention to converse with the Midgardians but there is something about this one. Something entrancing.
"I really must go" I blink and she is gone. I look around for the girl but she has disappeared into the crowed of poorly dressed mortals.
"Nick, I was having a conversation" I complain to my stubborn brother for interrupting my talk with the mysterious man who couldn't cross the road properly.
"Yes but not a very good one" He explained. "If you think talking like that is going to find you love then you are very naïve." He scolded. God, why must he act like this. "And besides, I'm hungry." He looks over and notices my frustration. "Fine, as my apology, you may choose who we drink, little sister"
"I didn't even catch his name" I mutter. I know he said it but there was an ambulance passing and I couldn't hear what he had said. I look around for my choice. Two healthy looking teenage brunettes walk past. "Them" I smile. "Hey you two" They turn around at my shouting. My brother and I walk over to them. "I want the short one" I whisper into his ear. I lean forward. "Come with me," I say as I work my compulsion. "Don't fight it, don't scream"
Nick uses his own methods as I take the girl into an alleyway. Night has fallen upon the city of Chicago, just the way it is intended for us vampires. I bare my fangs and bite down into the girl. Fresh, warm, healthy blood fills my mouth, quenching my thirst.
I drop the corpse and the veins beneath my eyes disappear. I hear movement. Someone stands at the end of the alley, watching me. I feel their gaze. Brilliant, another snack. I use my speed to run forward and peer around they alley. No one is there besides my brother.
He smiles at me. "Come on, my girl is dead and I'm bored" We begin walking down the empty streets of Chicago. "What do you suppose we do? Kol and Elijah are gone. Mother is dead along with Finn. Michael is gone too. You still have the Gilbert girl's blood to make more hybrids. There is nothing else for us in Mystic Falls."
"That's why we are here, sister" He says coldly. "Because there is nothing left for us. I have hybrids to make and I have heard that there is a wolf pack nearby. That's another reason we are here. I don't understand why you still stay with me"
"Niklaus, always and forever, right?"
I am growing bored. I wish I had my magic to entertain me. Well there are other ways to entertain myself. Wrecking havoc or...that girl. The blonde one. I have wondered the streets of this city all night looking for her but she was nowhere to be found. It's almost as if she was a figment of my imagination.
I wonder the streets again, my stomach grumbling. I need sustenance. I did take an apple from a stall on the street but the man demanded I put it back. He had accused me of stealing. I am not used to this lifestyle. Usually what I want is just brought to me but here in Midgard I am no prince.
I look across the street, observing the mortals when I collide with someone. I fall over and look at the ground before me. A pair of feet wearing peculiar shoes is in front of me. My eyes travel upwards but I cannot see the face of the person I crashed with for the sun blocks my view.
"Well you are rude" Comes the voice of the one person I have spoken to in the past two days. "You know, most people would say they are sorry"
"I-I'm sorry" I stutter as I scramble to my feet. Ah, there is that beautiful face. "Rebekah right?" She stared at me with confusion, trying to figure out how I knew her name then her face softened when she remembered yesterday. "Uh, my name is Loki" I retold her.
"Norse mythology, is it not?" I look at her for a moment. "That name it's Norse" I nod. Someone whistles as they walk past. "Not interested" She replies to the rude stranger. She smiles back at me and an awkward moment passed.
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I feel strange around this man. Almost happy. I look back to him and smile. "Uh, do you want to...I don't know...get some coffee?" He looks slightly confused but nods. "You mentioned yesterday that you aren't from around here" I indicate as we start walking to the café on the corner of the street. "So where are you from?" He looks shaky at that question. I sense that something happened in his past involving where he grew up.
"I don't really feel comfortable talking about such things"
"I can relate" I tell him. "Something happened to me in the place I grew up in which I hate talking about" I sit down at one of the outside tables to the café. He sits across the table from me. The waitress came by and I leaned forward in my seat. "Uh, two coffees please" The waitress nodded and walked off. "You know I almost didn't recognise you when you weren't trying to take over the earth" I scoff when I finally realise where I have seen him before. I lean back in my chair and his eyes widen.
"You know," He smirks, "I almost didn't recognise you without your fangs" I shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I guess neither of us are mortal" The waitress places two cups of coffee on table and I take a sip, observing his movements. This man is dangerous. Best not to provoke him. I wonder what he wants with me.
"So, how is life on Asgard? I've always found history quite interesting, Norse mythology one of the best"
"I assume if you find it interesting then you have read a lot about the Norse gods" I nod my head. "So you would already know about Asgard and myself" I nod again.
"Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief and lies, son of Laufey, adopted by Odin, a frost giant that wields magic as though he was Asgardian" I smirk at my knowledge of the man before me. "Also the very man who tried to conquer the world last year" I sip my coffee and he eyes me in wonder.
"I see I have assumed correctly. Now why would I explain something that you already know?" He asks with a grin. I glare at him across the table. I put down my finished drink and lean forward.
"What do you want from me?" I ask. He remains silent so I decide to use my compulsion. "What do you want from me?" I repeat.
"I do not know much about Midgard. I need someone to show me around because I have been banished from Asgard and cannot return" A childish smile spreads across my face.
"Well, uh..." I look down, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I'd be happy to show you around 'Midgard'" I giggle slightly. I've never called earth Midgard before.
"Rebekah" I hear the annoying voice of my brother behind me and I tense. Loki looks up at him with a soft glare, realising that it was he who interrupted us yesterday. I turn around in my chair to face him. "Who is your little friend here?" He asks.
"He's a friend" I know he thinks of me as stupid, as the girl who loves to easily. "What do you want Nick?" I drone.
"We're heading back to Mystic Falls. Pack your things" He puts a hand around my arm and lifts me out of my chair. Loki stands up and begins to walk over to us but I raise a hand to halt him.
"Don't. He'll kill you" I say. Niklaus drags me away and down the street. "That was very rude of you" I tell him. "You could've at least let me say goodbye." I sigh and look down at my feet. Somehow I know I'll see him again.