I planned out my escape. When we land, no matter where, I'll simply say I have to go to the bathroom and, since I'm the only girl, he'll have no choice but to let me go alone.

'But what if he has a guard stand watch to where I can't sneak out?' If there's not another exit then I'm in deep sludge here.

'ButBathrooms in huge places usually have two doors right? Well, as long as I don't get lost to the point that I run into any of them on accident I should be fine.' I hope.

Loki sat across from me, a strained look on his face. I know he could feel my eyes on him but he never once looked up. For the first time, since I've met him, he seemed… conflicted? No, that wasn't right. Weary? Perhaps. But why?

For some unknown reason, I decided to speak aloud what my head was pondering.

"If you're a god, why is it that you seem a bit out of place here?"

"You're a bit meticulously hypercritical aren't you?" was his sarcastic reply. Why did he demand answers from me but couldn't give me straight answers himself?

"I just meant that… if you're a god, you should have… I don't know… powers or something. And if you do, then why is this Scepter or Tesseract or whatever so important that a god must rely on it for world domination?" He grinned, his ice blue eyes glinting as much evil as his smile had.

"Inquiring killed the cat." I was about to correct him on that, saying it was curiosity that killed the cat, but I quickly thought better of it. I was beginning to think there was a dark meaning behind his choice of words and little did I know then, I was right.

Most of the rest of the flight was a bit too quiet. It was a small plane so, not much room to walk around. I was about to ask where I could get a drink when I was terribly interrupted.

"BLEHHHHHHHHH!" The smell of vomit punctured the sweet, fresh air almost immediately.

"Who in the world has that weak of a stomach? Have they not flown before? I mean, I haven't but look at me. I'm perfectly okay! What a…" My voice trailed off as I turned and saw Loki glaring at me.

'Oh. Oops.' I bit my lip and turned back around, still feeling the daggers from his eyes poking into me.

"What a marshmallow." I mumbled.

As I thought more about what I had just seen, I raised my eyebrows, interested in this new piece of information.

'Loki gets air sick…' Now it was my turn to be amused.

I secretly watched Loki's hunched over form shake from the passings of sickness for the next couple of hours. It seemed appropriate to take in this scene since I would be disbanding this voyage once we've landed and seeing as how I had nothing better to do… I might as well occupy my time.

The airport we landed at was a bit smaller than the one we had boarded from. That right there told me what I needed to know. I was home. This gave me the gumption I needed to attempt my escape.

I took one last look at Loki. His strong facial features were composed from the previous sickness incident and the weariness had seemed to fade, although I was wondering if maybe it had just been covered up, if for anything, for my sake.

My stomach fluttered a bit. It was hard to tell what had caused it- The air pockets we'd been through or just simply from being in the air and now being on solid ground.

I closed my eyes and smiled a bit, knowing deep down I was developing a secret that I didn't want to exist, A secret I would hold onto as long as I was sane.