Feel Good Drag
Chapter I
He was so sick of everything. He was sick of his father Odin, who only had eyes for his beloved brother, the Mighty Thor, sick of his brother's arrogance, and bitching around; he was sick of everyone and everything in Asgard.
He just wanted to be treated on the same level as his brother. Was that too much to ask? He truly loved his family, and he knew that at least Thor felt the same about him, but the rest of them, especially Odin... He felt unwanted.
Now, he had reached a point of sickness about everything and felt such pain that he only wanted to escape from Asgard for a few hours. He couldn't bear anybody's presence now. So he took off his usual clothes and changed into black jeans, a dark green t-shirt and a long, black leather coat. He didn't want to be suspicious, but he also didn't want to lose his essence. He just wanted to be alone, really alone, in a place where nobody knew him. He observed his reflection in the mirror. He felt strange in those clothes, but at least he liked the colours. And the coat was not bad at all. His pale face showed a frustrated look he tried to cover with his usual calmness, but today it seemed it didn't work. Because of his jet black, nearly shoulder-length hair that was framed around his face and the dark clothes, he looked like a ghost, and ill. He usually looked like that, but nobody in Asgard noticed. He was sort of invisible for them. He just turned visible when people said he was envious of Thor...
Loki shook his head and went out of his bedroom.
Eventually, he arrived to Heimdall. It wouldn't be necessary for Loki to say anything, because Heimdall would already know. Nevertheless, Heimdall inquired: "Special occasion, Loki?"
Loki shot a dark look at him and replied: "Just open the Bifrost, Heimdall, and take me to Midgard."
"Anywhere in particular?" Heimdall asked out of pure necessity.
"Damn it, somewhere I can be alone and nobody asks me stupid questions about anything!" Loki retorted, desperate of leaving now. Heimdall seemed to notice it, because he simply nodded and opened the Bifrost. "I'm sure you will like it there, Loki."
And then, everything around Loki disappeared, while he twirled around in the depths of the Bifrost, until he materialised in an abandoned street, in front of a building called Nightrain. It was a bar. Loki shook his head, but half-smiled. Gratefully, the street was dark and empty, it was raining and he'd appeared behind a car, so he perfectly could have been a lightning strike. That reminded him of Thor, but he pushed the thought away. At least Heimdall knows what he does, Loki thought. He crossed the street and entered the bar. First he wasn't sure if he'd like to be in such a crowded place, full of humans, but then he decided he'd like a drink... or more than one. He nodded to himself, deciding he would enter the bar.
As he foretold, it was damn crowded and fucking loud. That's good, he thought, so there'll be nobody who could pay attention to me.
He'd never liked Midgard much, with all its frail and stupid mortals, but there was this thing called Rock n' Roll, this certain type of music, which he curiously enjoyed. And this was a rock bar. How cute of Heimdall, it crossed Loki's mind, now I just have to find out exactly where I am. That didn't take him too long. He forced his way through the dancing and head banging crowd, he didn't know what the current song was called, but he liked it. His coat here was more of a disadvantage than an advantage, because it kept getting caught between the people, but he didn't care. For the first time in a few days, he felt relieved, easy.
Here in Midgard, nobody could hurt him. Loki managed to get to the barman and was able to read a sign informing him about what they offered in the bar and the prices... in Finnish.
Loki raised his delicate eyebrows. Heimdall hat sent him to Finland. This was probably Helsinki, because it was a quite big bar, and it was completely full. He ordered one of those big mugs of beer he'd seen on the sign, in perfect Finnish, and sat down on a table he'd just eyed in a dark corner of the establishment. This was Valhalla on Earth. Loki laughed about his own joke silently, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.
He felt peaceful, and he enjoyed himself by playing some little and innocent tricks to the humans, like suddenly switching off the lights and then flooding the whole bar with glowing green flashlights. It was delightful to see the shock and surprise in their faces; these humans were really easy to scare.
So he let the time pass, listening to the songs, in this simple world where nobody cared about Asgard, Frost Giants, Odin, Thor and whatnot. Yes, nobody in this world cared about it, but Loki obviously did, and he couldn't get rid of those thoughts. It was something he carried with him all the time. They were always there.
He ordered another drink. The peace he had felt a moment ago had suddenly changed into his usual state of despair.
What in the Nine Realms had he done to deserve all this? Why was he forced to live in the shadow of his elder brother? Why did his father, Odin, let that happen? Why? Was something wrong with him?
He let his gaze wander. He looked at all those mortals; of all these simple beings, no one really woke his interest. He was quite pissed off now. Even the multiple beers he had drunk could not free him from thinking about what was awaiting him in Asgard. His damned brother... Loki could feel the jealousy washing furiously through him. Somewhere deep inside him he knew that it wasn't Thor's fault, that Odin was the one who should have shown him that he, too, was a worthy son, but given Thor's arrogance, he could not help himself.
He thought that he had been enough time in Midgard. But did he really want to go back to Asgard? No, but I also do not like the other option, he answered himself. The fact was that he'd reached a point of total dislike now; he was so bored that he even didn't bother to annoy the mortals around him. Loki rolled his eyes and drank what was left of his last drink. No, he wasn't there to spread total chaos, not that night, anyways. If she hadn't been looking straight at him.