UPDATE: Minor edits on 7/7/13

Warnings: I am going to call him an energy vampire for this story. Magic needs to refuel. In his case, being near other forms of magic helps with that.

I wrote this on a train in Europe somewhere so I had no research material or Beta. I do not know how or when Loki's children were taken away. I played with it a bit and might go more into detail later.

Chapter Summary: Loki meets a frightened boy and plays hero. When the Halloween party begins, the really drama starts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney, Disneyland, Loki or the Avengers. They are owned by Disney, Marvel and their other owners adn creators. I am just playing in the sandbox.

Once Upon a time-

Loki, the dark prince of Asgard, found himself needing to relax. Teleporting himself to his favorite destination, the blue-eyed god magically changed and, showing his pass, entered into a world within a world.

Shouts filled the air as families convened on the other side of the turnstiles. Children jostled their siblings and tugged at the hands of their parents. All around were happy, and a few unhappy, visitors ready to start their day.

Loki smiled openly and took a breath. He could already feel his magic returning to full strength. The lines of magic and spirit twisted and turned as he watched, changing in rapid colorful paths of emotions as mortals briskly rushed to pass him.

and not a single one, he thought bitterly, can even sense it.

The dark haired Prince had once wondered if perhaps the man who had built this great dynasty to a mouse had, in fact, been some form of sorcerer himself.

Shaking his head of the thought, Loki tucked his hands into his black slacks and, ambling slowly, walked through the stone archway and into Main Street.

The street began in a large round road that crossed with Main Street proper. A large pumpkin decorated the center of the circle, surrounded by shrubs, flowers and trees. Guests of the park lined up before the great pumpkin to have their picture taken and remembered.

The line was short as the park was not particularly busy. The reason, Loki knew, was not just the day being a Tuesday. Today, he internally sighed, was the Mickey Mouse Halloween party. This, of which, Loki had already managed tickets for. He was looking forward to being able to try out a costume and "Trick-or-treating". The guests who would attend the party were allowed to enter the park, in costume, at 4 that evening. As it was only 2 by the time he had arrived, Loki decided to venture onto a few rides before the lines extended.

In the line for Peter Pan's Flight, a young boy had commented on how long his hair was—down to his shoulders in layers—looking like his mothers. The blonde woman had blushed and franticly stammered an apology. Loki simply laughed and told the boy that the boy's mother had much nicer hair, anyway. He shared the roomy pirate ship with them and soaked up the magic pouring from the boy's excited ramblings.

Feeling lighter and far more cheerful—a side effect, he was sure—Loki decided to bypass Pirates of the Caribbean. That is, until he saw the roads of magic jerk, twist and shutter in distress. Following the line, he paused by a mother comforting her son.

"Kyle, are you sure you don't want to go on? It isn't that scary." said the mother.

Kyle looked once more at the imposing sign.

"It looks really scary!" he noted, obviously at war with his desire for fun and safety.

Beginning to walk away, the paths of magik shifted again, jagged and sharp behind him. For a brief moment, Loki's mind wondered to his daughter. The layers of magik rolling off her when she was pulled from his arms, screaming, had been sharp. They had cut at his aura as he tried to reach for her, crying her name.

Before his mind decided against it, his heart took control of his body, placing his before the frightened boy.

Kyle looked up as Loki knelt.

"It really isn't that scary," Loki began, "it is one of my favorite rides and I would love if you would join me. I am afraid that my daughter couldn't be here today and I don't want to go alone."

Kyle looked up at his mother as she looked at Loki, smiling. Her eyes held sympathy as Loki mentioned being without his daughter and held an understanding of his pain.

Smiling, small boy held out his hand. Standing, Loki gently took the boy's offered hand, mindful of his enhanced strength, and smirking roguishly, held out an arm for Kyle's mother to take. She shook her head gently, whispering something about getting seasick. The Prince had never had more fun on the short boat ride as he had with Kyle's breathless gasps and general happiness. He waved fondly as the small family departed, Kyle clutching a Mickey keychain Loki had conjured—behind his back—as a parting gift.

Loki meandered his way around the park sampling food, candy and other sweets as well enjoying the Force Academy show, the Princess Fair and a parade.

He left feeling bright and glowing, to rest in Downtown Disney. The fair-skinned Prince watched as many visitors in costumes began to glide past. Many of the children wore Disney characters while the teens and adults sported short skirted versions of bugs, doctors and Go Go Girls.

Thinking of what he should wear, Loki ducked into an empty bathroom to change. He thought about conjuring one of the Disney Prince costumes but found them too bright or puffy. Peter Pan was a travesty and Hook was just cruel. The Mad Hatter was far to crazy while the Cheshire Cat was embarrassing. After exhausting his mental list, he made a decision to simply create his own costume and make it up as he went along.

Backing into an empty stall, Loki closed his eyes and, taking a breath, mentally formed a costume. Leather pants, dark boots. That was easy. Velvet green tunic. That was nice. He shortened the sleeves and cut a slit at the top allowing the two halves to flutter before edging them in silver. An ornate black and silver belt tied around his waist. A black undershirt—long sleeved—with silver edging by his hands. Long still, the sleeve gathered gently at his wrist, a small point resting above his ring finger. Taking a moment to adjust the design and length of the tunic—to his knees and embroidered along the rounded collar, edges and bottom—before adjusting his hair into a single layer of straight black hair.

Stepping out of the stall, Loki preened in the nearest mirror. He adjusted sleeves, tugging them into place, before flicking at his hair. It fell softly around his face, unlike his often stiff style.

On second thought, Loki's mind supplied.

His features shifted, cheeks rounding, eyes tinting emerald green, and height shifting down by at least 3 inches. He wanted to have fun, not get mobbed. His skin paled further, looking ghostly white and marble smooth before he changed the tunic to blue. He looked much more like his teenaged self then he cared to admit. He considered changing his hair to soft reddish curls, however decided it didn't fit with his style.

Stepping from the bathroom, Loki, now deciding to go as Henry, walked back to the main park for his wristband and bag. He remembered, seconds before handing them over, to change his ID card to his current face and age. Loki decided he was 18. It was mature, legal and wouldn't be questioned with no parent around.

As he left the line with his bag, his heart sank.

His heart sank to the bottom of his knee high boots.

There, in front of the cameras as they filmed the opening of the party, stood none other then Iron Man and the Black Widow.

He regretted not changing his hair.