"Is this your home?" Loki asked as Hannah led him to the small 2 story home.

"Yeah it's not much, but it works."

Hannah opened the door, and walked in. There was loud crash followed by the sound of a dog barking.

"What was that?" Loki curiously looked around him, trying to find whatever it was that made that noise.

"My dog, Sherlock. Don't worry about him."

"Ah yes, dogs. Fowl creatures were I'm from."

Hannah led Loki to a large couch that was placed in front of a fireplace. Loki grunted as he sat. The couch was fairly comfortable, it was warm and soft.

"Alright so, take off your trousers." Hannah straightened herself up.

"Uh my trousers?" Loki was taken aback. "Why, can't you just heal my wound with medicines?"

"Yes, but your leg has been cut pretty badly, and it might need stitches. So your trousers need to come off. You can take them off, or I can. It's your choice."

Loki gave a stubborn look, before he began undoing his trousers.

"I'll be back." Hannah said running over to the kitchen, "I have to get some things."

Loki nodded. "Okay."

Loki pulled his trousers to the swollen red cut. He stopped suddenly. Really Loki He thought I am a God, and I can't get passed this mere flesh wound. I'd pity myself. Loki pulled his trousers passed his cut like the way you pull of a Band-Aid. Slowly at first and then all at once. He let out a quiet sigh before biting his lower lip, trying not to let Hannah know he was in distress. Loki lifted his feet, pulled his trousers off and threw them off to the side. He looked back down at his injured leg. It was covered in red, sticky, warm blood. The gash itself was deep, like a small canyon leading from his upper thigh to his knee. He examined it closely, and saw small bits of dirt, grass, and tree bark. He concluded that he landed on a tree that had been chopped down.

"Hey." Hannah said coming back to him. Her hands were full of first aid equipment, a bottle of whiskey, and salt, "I couldn't find any pain killing drugs, so here's a bottle of whiskey." She handed Loki the glass jar, Loki took it, undid the cap and took a sip. "Also, I didn't have enough Neosporin, so the salt is going to have to do."

Loki pressed the whiskey bottle to his lips and took another drink of the whiskey. Hannah pressed into Loki's shoulder pushing him onto his back. She lifted his injured leg and elevated it onto a pillow.

"This might hurt a bit. Okay? I just want you take a deep breath-"

Loki wailed out in pain as the salt touched his wound. His upper body tensed up and he curled his head back and dug into the couch. He took short breaths before moaning. The pain was sharp at first, like a knife to his leg, but soon white hot dull pain enveloped him.

"I'm sorry." Hannah kept saying over and over again but nothing she said would cease the pain.

Loki felt hot streams of water fall from his eye Stop crying. You are weak.

"Hey, I'm done cleaning it out, okay? I just need to close it."

Loki nodded before he felt another wave of pain come over him. Loki couldn't stand the pain anymore. He slowly closed his eyes and drifted away in his dreams.

"Mama!" Loki exclaimed in excitement. He ran after his mother as fast as his small chubby legs could go. "Mama!"

"Hey, little Loki." Frigga smiled bending down to catch the little six year old. Loki embraced her, and felt her warmth. Frigga stood back up holding him to her chest.

"Mama." Loki gave a toothy smile, except there was a gap in his teeth. "Mama I lost my toof today!"

"That's absolutely wonderful Loki." She smiled, before lightly tapping Loki on the tip of his nose, which caused him to squeal and squirm.

"Mama." He giggled

"Mother." Thor said coming up to Frigga, "I've lost three teeth already, and you don't say anything about it. Why is Loki's missing tooth more important?"

"Well darling because this is Loki's first tooth. I was excited when you lost your first tooth, wasn't I?"

"Yes Mother." Thor frowned looking to the ground.

"Thor!" Loki exclaimed, "Let's play a game! Oh I know we should play Frost Giant and Asgardian."

"Yeah." Thor smiled. As Loki was set on the ground, he ran off to the garden to play their game.
"Yes. And no peeking, Thor." Loki yelled as he hid behind a large pillar.

"I am not going to, Loki." Thor yelled back as he rested his head against the stone wall. "I'm counting now, Loki. 1…2...3...4...5…"

Loki slowly opened his eyes. He felt a throbbing pain in his leg. He picked up his head to see that his leg had been bandaged in a white cloth. He put his head back down on the couch. He looked to his left, and saw Hannah in a rocking chair reading a book.

"Hello." Loki said gingerly.

Hannah set her book down and smiled. "Hey. Glad to see you're awake." She stood up and walked toward him. Loki picked himself up, and leaned against the arm of the couch.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Considering." Loki laughed

"That's very good."

"Say, how did you know what to do? Are you a healer or something?"

"I'm a veterinarian. I am like a doctor, only but for animals."

"Doctor?"

"Yeah doctors are healers; only here on Earth we call them doctors."

"Ahh I see." There was another bark from the dog, Sherlock. "Your dog is quite loud."

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I don't know what to do with him." She turned around and walked over to the stairs, opened a door, and the sound of the barking got louder. She walked down a flight of stairs before disappearing. There was a small thud and a scratch before Hannah walked back up the stairs with a large black dog, and a few articles of clothing.

"Put these on." Hannah said throwing the clothes at him. The black dog so-called Sherlock became increasingly interested in Loki.

"Come on Sherlock." Hannah said opening the door leading to the yard. "Go outside, and leave him alone."

Sherlock did as he was told and trotted outside.

Loki looked down at the clothing he was given. A t-shirt, pair of clean trousers, and some socks. He sat up, put his legs over the edge of the couch, and shimmed the trousers on. It was quite difficult to pull them up over the bandage, but he managed. Next he stripped off his shirt and replaced it with the one green one that was given to him. It was quite large actually; he looked like a child who had put on his father's clothes. The trousers were not any better.

"I'll take you shopping to get you some clothes that actually fit you soon." Hannah walked back over to where Loki was sitting and sat down next to him.

"So, where the hell did you come from?"

"A-Asgard." Loki responded.

"Asgard." Hannah scoffed

"Yes, Hannah, I come from Asgard, it is real, not mythology."

"I know, it's just that the last time someone mentioned Asgard I was in New York with my parents at the time it was being attack by some homicidal crazed lunatic, and that an Asgardian, Thor was trying to stop him. Do you know him?"

Loki closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Loki reopened his eyes, and answered.

"Yes, I know him. Thor is my...my brother." He swallowed, and looked down at his hands fumbling in his lap. "I was the one who attacked New York."

"So I invited a murder into my house, great." Hannah crossed her legs and arms in synchronization and turned her head away in disgust.

Loki shut his eyes and slightly cocked his head to the side. He took a deep breath before talking. "I'm not a mu…" He stumbled on his words. "I have changed, or at least I am trying to."

"What do mean by 'I'm trying to'?" Hannah asked with a tint of sarcasm in her voice.

"I mean that I want to be better. Do you honestly believe that I would want to live as someone who hurts people?"

"Well, no."

"Exactly. People only see me as a criminal, and not as a God who saw the mistakes he has made and wants to change. They only see me as a monster."

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you do that caused you to be exiled?"

Loki blinked and did not answer.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to impose I-"

"No don't, please. I can tell you. You see, I was doing good things in Asgard, helping other people and being an all-around good and genial person. Until one day." Loki stopped abruptly. He blew out a large sum of air from his mouth and continued talking. "Until I accidently killed a man. He was taunting me, calling me an abomination. He said that men such as me could never change. He said that I didn't deserve to live. I got furious and beat him. I didn't know… It had gone so fast, I didn't know that I had killed him. My punishment was that I would be sent to Midgard or Earth as you call it, until I die. That is why I am here."

"I'm sorry." Hannah said emphatically.

"Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong. It is I who should be apologizing."

Hannah hesitated before she spoke again. "I feel empathetic. No one is an abomination."

"I don't want to be a bad person. I don't want to be consigned with darkness anymore. I want to be good and I want my name to mean something other than darkness. I want people to hear my name and think of me as a great man who did great things. I struggle with the darkness, and I just wanted to be accepted by my father. Now I am a hopeless wanderer, looking for a home."

"I can give you a home, Loki. It's not that big of a deal really. I have a spare room that has been vacant for quite some time now."

"Oh thank you, bless you, Hannah." Loki grinned.

"It really is the least I can do. I just want to offer you a second chance. Everyone deserves a second chance."

Loki sighed and smiled in response to how kind if a person Hannah was.

"However before you 'move in' so to speak, I think we need to get to know each other a bit better, don't you agree?"

"Ah yes, of course." Loki thought about what he should say. There was so much to say. Say I'm a frost giant.

No.

That would most likely end up with me on the streets of Midgard with absolutely nothing.

Loki decided to not lie, but to stretch the truth just so.

"I am like any other Asgardian, only I am a God, like my brother, Thor."

"Oh, I see. Well I'm a human, raised by humans. I was born in Kentucky, and I spent the majority of my life there, until I moved here for school. I'm a veterinarian, if you haven't figured that out already. My best friend is also my intern, her name is Corryn. I am 24 and my favorite food is Oreos with Peanut butter."

Loki smiled. "Wonderful. Would you mind giving me a tour of your home?"

"No, not at all. You will be living here after all."

Hannah lead Loki around the house, showing him closets, the kitchen, and the living space. The last part of the tour was Loki's room. It was a large square room with a broad window with translucent curtains in the middle of the furthest wall. The absence of furniture, besides the bed that lay directly in the middle of the room made the room seem bigger than it really was. The walls were painted a light olive green color.

"Will this do, Loki?"

Loki walked into the room and sat at the base of the bed, as if to try it out. "The room will do just fine, Hannah. Thank you." Loki smiled. It was not one of his sly, devious smiles, but a sincere smile.