Loki's P.O.V.

I left the restaurant, feeling a little less angry. This mortal, had a story much similar to mine. But, she is only a mortal. A simple acquaintance, merely another human. However, I felt it was now my duty to spend more time with this mysterious creature of Midgard. She was rather timid and cautious, but I sensed a great feeling of curiosity, grace and wisdom from her. All I had to do was earn her trust, and quite possibly something more.

I watched Misty, wash the filthy floors and clean the table tops, until she was finally released to her home. I followed her, in the shadows. I was going to be for certain that no one would dare harm my little pet. She entered a building and I knew she was home, where she wanted to be.

This strange little creature had seized my mind and heart, and I had to know more about her. And maybe she would be feel the same about me. This little creature had something about her that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Something that differed from any other woman I had ever known and seen. It was as if she had something hidden, just under her skin. It was a very strange feeling, and I demanded to know more about it. It was essential that I get to know this strange little creature. To protect her. To have her. And to be with her.

Misty's P.O.V.

I closed my apartment door and locked it, then I walked to the framed picture I had of my brother and mom on my piano.

"Hey mom. Hey Lance. I maybe made a new friend today. He's tall, very tall. But you know me, I'm a shortie. Right Lance?" I said to the photos, laughing to myself.

I kissed both photos, and a tear fell from my face. I missed them so much.

But I sat at my piano and started to play, to calm my nerves. I played, "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith. And I sang with it as well. As I played and sang, I started crying. I felt like I was singing to my mom and brother, and I wished they could stay with me.

I stopped in the middle of the song, and rested my head in my hands, as I sobbed. I glanced at the rabbit tattoo on my wrist, which I had gotten as a reminder of my brother, because he and I loved rabbits growing up. And seeing the rabbit made me feel a little better, because it gave me hope about the future. Every day, I always tried to make the best out of a bad situation. To be kind and loving to everyone. But sometimes, it was difficult to do.

But, I got up from the piano, and got myself something to eat and took my anti-depression pills. Better to save myself from suicide, right?

That man at the diner. Loki. He was a very unusual man. He was definitely not from the U.S., and I couldn't quite place where he was from. He was polite. Very polite. But, he seeming like a guy who would play pranks on people or mess with someone for his own amusement. His eyes definitely had mischief to them. But, he didn't seem like a bad guy. Maybe he and I would become friends.

I finally crawled into my bed and I drifted off, and my last conscious thought, was of Loki.