Hi! Well, I finally uploated my first fanfiction. I must warn you, English is not my first language, so if there are any problemst with spelling or grammar, please let me know. Please, don't forget to leave a review, I will be happy to reply to every one of them.

I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it :)

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"The prince of Asgard. Welcome," a soft voice came from the centre of the room. The movement behind the curtains stopped.

"Who are you?" carefully, he stepped into the light and was caught off guard for a moment. She noticed the broken expression on his face, although it was mostly covered in suspicion and surprise.

"Quit playing with my mind, prince. I could do the same to you," she sighed and stood up. "You are hurt."

He didn't care. "Who are you?" They looked each other in the eyes. One doubtful, the other caring. Silence.

"I could help you if you let me."

"I don't need help. I demand you to tell me your name," it took a lot of strength to look this authoritative and she was impressed. A little smile gleamed in her eyes.

"My name is Milla. And you, sir, are very rude for sneaking into my house and demanding something," suddenly, she was the one getting control of the situation.

"Where am I?" he stepped further into the room. It was enormous. The ceilings were high, glamorous crystal chandeliers were hanging down. Three walls were beige one white, matched to dark brown furniture. The stairs were in the left corner. Paintings of some land were at every wall, white carpet was soft, golden and silver accessories and the candle light making everything look very classy, but it also felt like home.

"I didn't let you in, price of Asgard. This is not your kingdom," the warm look in her eyes disappeared and that made his levels of adrenaline rise. Without even noticing it, he stood like he was about to defend himself. His eyes were looking for guards or a weapon, but he saw nothing. When he looked at the woman, she was just a few feet from him. He backed up, but the wall stopped him. He was trapped. Tired.

"If you let me help you, I could answer a question or two. But for the love of god, sit down before you hurt yourself more or you destroy my possessions."

She waited. He was thinking. She almost saw the thought that were rushing through his head, considering possible exits in the house he didn't know, escaping to the land he didn't know how to name and finally, he looked a resigned. He leaned against the wall and before his knees gave up and he fell to the floor, she was there, right by his side to lead him to a divan.

"Something tells me you will regret this vulnerability in the morning."

"I will," he whispered. Milla kneeled before him and started trailing her fingers around wounds on his face. His tense muscles relaxed under her soft touch.

"You poor thing. Now tell me what happened."

"If I remember correctly, YOU promised ME some answers," there was still a suspicion in his eyes. She smiled.

"And you will have them. First I have to fix you," she stood up and headed for some disinfection. Before he could inhale, she continued. "And don't argue with me, you need to be fixed and cared for. At least tonight."

He leaned to the couch and closed his eyes. He was so exhausted, his muscles didn't obey him and he couldn't think straight. He passed out when he fell to this world and since then, the only thing that is making him go on is pride and adrenaline. And, even though he doesn't want to accept it, a fear. Fear of what will happen next He was too weak to feel anything else. He knew he should be furious, planning a vengeance, but he just couldn't.

And then this mysterious Milla shows up and she talks like she has known him for a lifetime and he is even more confused. But she offered help. And he chose to take it.

"Now. Start talking," she came back with a small bag of some liquids, a bowl of water and a few cotton balls. He watched her every movement. Everything she does was precise and confident like she had done this a million times by now. She watched him and he watched her until she leaned closer and started cleaning the blood of his face. When the disinfection touched his wound, he hissed and tensed up again.

"Look at you, my prince. You have obviously come from a battle and you still hiss like a child," she smiled. He frowned. Who is she to make fun of him? Who is she ho even talk to him? His previous decision to listen to her seemed like a stupid one and he began to be angry with himself. If he just hasn't been so tired...

She took his hand in hers and the anger disappeared as fast as it came. He, after all, was a God of Mischief and two can play this game.

"It isn't very wise of you to invite a stranger to your home. Especially when you know who I am, lady Milla," he replied the most warning voice he could make.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I can brace myself. And you, sir, if you don't mind me saying, are a bit powerless at the moment," she smiled and let go of his hand. And maybe she was right, maybe he was. He couldn't even influence her with his mind.

He sighed. Too tired indeed. Tomorrow will be better. But he still had some questions.

"How did you know who I am?" He studied her face and tried to figure out what she was doing. Why was she helping him? A stranger covered in blood, hiding behind her curtains.

"I know things, my prince," she grinned and looked at his now half-cleaned face. He still didn't trust her. He was curious. "And you still didn't tell me about your fight with your brother maybe?" she arched brow in a curious expression.

"There is nothing to tell. We fought and I came here."

"So you ran off."

"No, I most certainly did not," anger rushed into his veins again.

"No, you are right. You had to go," she nodded and looked into his eyes for an answer. She saw it there. All of a sudden, he looked broken without covering it with emotionless mask. He looked away from her. She brushed her fingers over his jaw line. "I am sorry."

"Don't be," the mask was back on, but it took him a little while to cover up his eyes. She finished cleaning his face in silence and after, she checked the rest of his body. He could have one or two ribs broken and his wrist was twisted but otherwise he was fine.

"And now, the questions. What do you need to know so badly, my prince?" she put the bowl and liquids on a small coffee table and looked back at him. She didn't know him. The information she got were mostly from talking of the others and the same stories usually had some variations, but one part of it has always been the same - Loki, the God of Mischief, is a dangerous man. And she still let him into her house and took care of him.

"How did you know who I am?" he repeated. "You didn't see me."

"No, I did not. Maybe you are not the only one who knows a little magic," while he looked a bit surprised, she looked at the only unlit candle on the table and she lit it with only one thought. He smirked.

"Fair enough. Is that why I couldn't control your mind?"

"Exactly," she smiled and stood up. His emerald eyes followed her around the room. "Also, your magic will be a little weak for a while."

"Where am I?"

"This, is my home. Vanaheim. And, if my knowledge of history is true, this used to be home of your mother too."

He was silent for a moment. Frigga, his mother, used to tell him storied about Vanaheim. She talked about the war that made them join Asgardians. She taught him magic Vanir gods were famous for. The only thing she couldn't teach him was predicting the future and it all made sense now.

"I see now. So you are a Vanir goddess. Nice to meet you, your majesty," he made a little bow in his chair. She smiled.

"Not so fast. I am not a goddess although I possess these skills. I am the one everyone goes to when they have a problem. I help." she turned around again and looked at him from a distance. "You need a bath. And a good night sleep. I will see what more I could do in the morning."

"Are you letting me sleep here?" there was disbelief on his face.

"Yes," simple as that.

"I am still a stranger. I could be dangerous."

"My price, will you be dangerous?" she looked so innocent and fragile, he almost didn't believe how he could back up from her. She disappeared in the another room.

"No." he shook his head.

"I know" she said quietly, but he still heard her.

"You see the future, of course," how stupid he could be? Is it because the lost of his home? It was true that previous days were the most difficult days of his existence. But he never stopped thinking like this.

"No, not now," she came back with some fresh clothes and towels. "I know it, because I don't see the dangerous man I hear about every now and then. I see a broken boy who needs some comfort right now. And I can help. I want to help."

He didn't let sentiment to rule over his head. He cleared his throat and looked at the floor.

"Don't you have some servants?"

"I do, but they are asleep. I won't wake them up just because of you, my precious prince. Bathroom is that way," she pointed at one of the doors opposite the ones she just came out from. "And when you are ready, I will show you your room." she turned around and started blowing the candles, slowly, one by one. "You are very lucky you walked into this house, Loki."

Without another word, he went to the bathroom and had a long bath. He almost forgot she was waiting for him. He was busy thinking about previous events, about look in his fathers eyes when he said Loki wouldn't be able to do good. He was thinking about Thor's scream when he let go. He saw his friends turning against him and all of that made something inside him twist and shout and he felt his limbs weaken. He shouldn't be thinking about it. It makes other parts of his mind blank. He can't afford that. He needs to become strong again and become a king of Asgard. Needs.

When he got out of the bathroom, the sun was rising. To his surprise, Milla was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa, but she was not awake. A book was resting next to her. He looked around to find a blanket or some clue where her room was so he could do something for her, but the moment he stepped into the room she got his clothes from, he heard a movement behind him.

"My apologies, I didn't want to wake you up," he said quietly.

"It's fine. I didn't want to fall asleep. I think we both need some rest. Come. I'll show you your room."

It was indeed a room, not a chamber as in Asgard. But it had a comfortable bed. She wished him good night with a playful smile and closed the door behind her. He neither sat nor lied down until he heard another door close.

He was undoubtedly lucky he walked into this house.

It was a bright day when he woke up. He hasn't slept that good for months now. He allowed himself a few more minutes in this soft bed and covered himself in blankets that smelled so good.

And then, he was wide awake, remembering what happened and where he was. He jumped out of bed, which caused a quiet cry of pain. The ribs. He got dressed to clothes that waited on a table next to his bed. Someone was in his room while he slept. He felt nervous and full of doubt again. Carefully, he opened the door and went the same way she led him earlier. He met no one.

"Mr. Felix?" he heard a voice behind him and turned around. A young girl, not Milla, was smiling at him. "Lady Milla is waiting for you. Come."

So he went. To the terrace covered in sunlight with seven wooden chairs and one table in the middle. She was sitting in one of them, a cup of coffee in her hands, looking at the greatest gardens he has ever seen.

"I love the view. It calms me down. Does it calm you down too, Mr. Felix?" she showed him to sit next to her and smiled at her gardens. He sat one chair further but as if it was an unspoken command, the young girl took the chair that parted them away. "Emma, could you bring some coffee for our guest?"

The girl nodded and disappeared. They were alone again, his eyes full of distrust again. But Milla looked confident, like she was sure of what she is doing and he hated that, hated that he wasn't the one in control. He didn't speak.

"Go on. Ask," she finally turned to face him. She looked different in the sunlight than in candle light. Her long curly hair shined in millions shades of brown and her tired eyes were gone. They were now full of life and wide with curiosity. She was younger than him, but he learnt that it isn't an advantage. Not in her case. She was wearing a long beige dress that showed her curves perfectly. She sure was beautiful. And he was sure she uses it as her advantage.

She took a long look at him. He looked rested but still hurt. The wounds healed a bit, but the bruises were more visible. He had his mask still on, but his eyes gave him up. He was confused and unsure about this world, this house, her. She knew he regretted staying. But that is going to change. It needs to change if he want to survive in this new world. He is not the prince here anymore.

"Well..." there was a long pause before he spoke again. The girl brought him coffee. She thanked instead of him. Dozens of questions spun in his head but none of them seemed right. He opened his mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. She was smiling widely by then.

"Well?" she raised brows.

"Felix?" he tried to fight it, but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. She nodded.

"Yes. Your name in Vanaheim is Felix. It means lucky," she handed him his cup of coffee. He slowly took it.

"I am not lucky."

"I recall agreeing that you are yesterday," and yes, he remembered too.

"Yesterday? You mean today," he corrected her.

"No, my silly prince, yesterday. You slept for longer than twenty-four hours. I knew you were tired, you were just too proud to admit it."

"It is true I haven't slept much recently."

"Will you finally tell me what happened?" she tried her luck. But his narrowed eyes and she knew he wants to change the topic. She hid her face behind her cup and sighed. He sipped his coffee and thought what to do next. How could he go back to Asgard when he has no idea how he got here? But it is irrational to stay here. This is not his home and his name is not Felix. He has a task to do and that is his only goal.

"Why exactly have you renamed me?" he turned all his attention to her, voice full of urgency. "It is absurd to change the name of Loki, prince of Asgard whenever you want. Who do you think you are?" he was slowly rising to his feet.

"Shut your mouth and sit back down," she rose too and was looking into his eyes. "Why can't you sit as a good guest, ask and let me explain the situation to you? No, instead you have to do be so impulsive and impatient!"

"I am asking," he calmed his voice a bit but it was still too tense.

"No, you are demanding," she sat back down and stared at him till he did the same. "I saved your life, Loki, you have no prince status here, remember that," suddenly, she felt like all beautiful colours are fading. This man makes her more temperamental than ever. "If you walked around shouting your real name and origin, you would be dead or imprisoned within a day."

He watched her take a few deep breaths before he did it too. "They wouldn't catch me."

"Do you think so?" she stood again and walked a few steps to the end of terrace. "You are a stranger to this land, land full of traps, hidden caves and mountains high even giants are scared of them. This world is full of fields without end, without a place to hide. People know stories, and if you are not exactly a hero. Do you think you would find someone else who would help you?" all of a sudden she walked past him back into the house without a word. She was furious, as always when someone rejects her help.

"Wait," she inhaled and turned around. Loki was standing just two feet from her. "You are forgetting I'm capable of magic."

"And you are forgetting this world is full of rats. Especially this house. Stay here," Milla disappeared again, returning a moment later with two apples and a handbag. "We are going for a walk. Maybe you won't be so annoying there."

The town was similar to Asgard, but it was visibly bigger. The buildings were ancient and decorated with traditional symbols he did not know. Streets were full and some people were talking in strange language. Everyone came from so many narrow streets, he couldn't count them. They passed a glorious palace, a market, a few spas and gardens, turned around about half a dozen corners and then, they finally were at a hexadron square with only a few people walking around.

"I am not forgetting anything, little God," she spoke for the first time since they left the house. "But you have to remember, you are on your own, Loki. And there are hundreds of people who would hunt you down and kill every innocent soul who would look at least a bit like you. You can't let that happen. I won't let it happen."

"I have fought in many battles, I am able to defend myself. I repeat, I don't need your help."

"Yes, many battles. But the last one left you weak, broken and confused. Don't try to hide your pain, physical nor emotional from me. I know things."

"You are still repeating that. What does that mean? What do you mean by helping me? Hide me? I don't want a new life. I want mine, my asgardian life back. Help me do that!"

"I will help you stay alive. You have nowhere to go and no one to rely on. Let me be that person."

"Why you?" he looked puzzled. Why would a stranger, a woman who knows what he had done and that he is not, like she said, a "hero" wanted to help him?

"Isn't it obvious?" she whispered. "I could have killed you thousand times by now. Why haven't I?"

"I don't know," he sighed. This is complicated. The mystery was hanging upon her and he couldn't decide. She took care of him. And maybe, she really saved him. He needs more time. More information about her. But perhaps, he could try it.

"You see, Loki. I am protecting you. It is what I do. And maybe, after some time, you will like Felix."

"No, I won't," he shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face. It was a first sincere smile since before Thor was banished from Asgard. She smiled back.

"You must be hungry. I will tell you about Felix."

The little place she took him to was cosy and the food delightful. It appears that Felix is a man in a street who decided to go to see the world and find something worth living for. His family abandoned him after he chose not to marry a wealthy girl. He walked through hundreds of miles before he came here. And the was beaten by someone the night she found him.

He nodded and stayed silent for a while. Then he raised his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you..."

"No," he interrupted her. "I mean, why are you helping people you don't know?"

"I feel needed. Alive. You name it. You find what makes you wake up in the morning and you hold on to it."

"How do you help them?"

"I have this reputation. Peple come to me when they lose their loved ones, when they have no money to pay someone, or when they have problems in school, and many other reasons," she smiled at him. It was nice not to shout at each other. "You will have to handle a lot of strangers in our house now."

He raised his eyebrows, his hand halfway to his dark hair. "Our house?"

"Obviously. You live there now," it was obvious to her, but he was just fully surprised. No one has ever welcomed him so easily in their life.

"Milla?"

"I like how you say my name. Yes?"

He smiled. Again. "You are a very interesting woman."

"And you, Loki, my prince," she reached for his hand. "are going to get to know me."

"Why did you say your house is full of rats?" he asked on their way home. She was eating an ice-cream and let him find their way back. He was a bit more lost than she thought he would be, so they were walking in circles for fifteen minutes. Slowly regarding to broken ribs.

"Because it is," was her answer. "Although I have some loyal employees too. Like Emma. You met her in the morning."

"Why don't you punish them?"

"Oh Loki, you have an answer on everything, don't you?"

"I meant it. Why having servants if you can't trust them?"

"One," she started counting on her fingers. "I wouldn't punish them. Fire them, maybe. Two, if I did fire them, I would basically say everything they think they know about me is true. And three, it is really hard to find a good labour force these days. At least they are working."

"They think something about you?" he looked amazed. How could anyone gossip about this woman? Apart from his mother, she is the most caring person he has ever met. And it was really hard for him to admit that.

"I have made a lot of enemies along the way," she just smiled. He finally forgot a bit of his misery and was interested in world around him. He looked like a boy in new city with a new friend and she was just happy to see him like that. She couldn't compare it to the broken man that broke into her house the day before. But there was a tiny voice in her head, asking how long will this last?

"By helping?"

"Let's say this," she said while she was pulling him to the right street. "You have an enemy. Someone who owes you something, hurt you, let you down or whatever other reason. And I help him get away with it. Would we be best friends after that?"

"I see," he nodded. "How many enemies?"

"Many. I have lost count," and she was still walking around, unprotected, with all this enemies behind every corner. Or maybe she really was capable of fighting back.

"Don't you have guards?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. But we sneaked out of my house," she giggled. "It looks like I found you a job, Felix."

"To defend you?"

"You are the most powerful man I've ever met. It would be an honour if you were my guard."

"I will do my best, my lady Milla," and right there, he really meant it. He thought he may be starting to trust her.