Chapter 9

"Hey, we have to get up for work," I say shaking Loki.

"I have the day off," he mutters. "Forgot to tell you."

I roll my eyes, "Alright then."

I get ready for work when I realize I only have a half hour.

"Shit," I swear rushing through breakfast. "Loki, I'm leaving."

"Okay," he calls groggily.

~Loki's POV ~

"Thor, are you ready?" I say over the cell phone.

"Yeah," Thor agrees. "I'll get dressed on your way over here."

"Alright," I hang up the cell.

I grab a jacket and head outside to hail a cab.

"Where to, sir?" the taxi driver asks.

I tell him Thor's address.

When we're a block away I call Thor to meet us outside.

We start at the hospital where Darcy had Autumn.

"Hi. I'm Andrew Wilson," I say to the receptionist at the hospital. I hand her a fake I.D. "I'm a social worker. I'm looking for hospital records of a baby girl born Autumn Lewis to a Miss Darcy Lewis."

"Of course, sir," she nods. "You'll have to go down to the archives. If you give them this," she says handing me a piece of paper, "the receptionist down there will get you what you need."

"Thank you," I smile charmingly at her.

She blushed and giggles.

"How'd you do that?" Thor asks on our way down to the archives.

I stare at him for a minute, "Have you forgotten who I am? I am Loki, God of Mischief and Lies."

"Right," Thor laughs. "Now that you're living here on Midgard, I sometimes forget who you really are. You've really changed."

"Thanks," I nod. "Now, let's see about getting those records."

Autumn Lewis' medical record isn't very extensive. It only contains 3 pieces of paper.

It has her birth certificate:

Autumn Lewis born May 14th, 2009 to Darcy Lewis and James Harvard.

It also has her medical report:

Healthy baby girl, 7 lbs 13 oz, 13 in., born 3:08 a.m., steady heartbeat, fully developed lungs…

The final paper is an adoption certificate:

Autumn Lewis: property of human services, and New York State Foster Service.

"She wasn't even adopted," I whisper.

"Pardon?" Thor asks.

"The state put her into a foster care program. She goes from household to household of volunteers who care for her. They serves as temporary guardians," I explain. I read it earlier this week on the Internet.

Thor grimaces, "That sounds unpleasant."

"The poor child is only 3 years old," I sigh. "Our next stop is Human Services. Do you think we have time today?"

"Well, it's only 12. The girls don't get off work until 4," Thor shrugs. "We should have plenty of time."

~Darcy's POV~

"Where's Thor today?" I ask Jane at lunchtime. I realize I hadn't seen him all day and he usually followed Jane around.

"He said he didn't feel like coming in today," Jane shrugs.

"Huh," I narrow my eyes. "Loki said he didn't have to come in today."

"Ooh. Do you think they're planning something?" Jane asks.

"I don't know. What would they plan?" I question.

"Something romantic," Jane murmurs.

"I… don't really think Loki is the romantic type," I laugh.

"Hmm, true," Jane nods. "Okay, maybe, they're bonding. And they didn't want to tell us, because they thought we would laugh at them. Or think them girly," Jane suggests.

"Now that sounds more like Loki," I agree.

Jane laughs.

I got home and Loki is sitting at the kitchen table looking through papers.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Huh? Oh nothing," Loki says gathering up the papers. "Stuff from back home Thor needed help with. Sorry, but, I'm really not supposed to even have them, let alone share them."

"Oh, I understand," I tell him.

"Thanks," he smiles.

"Are you going back to work tomorrow?" I ask him.

"Yep," Loki nods. He kisses me on the lips.

"That's good. What did you do today?" I ask him.

"Thor took off too, so we just spent time going over documents," Loki shrugs.

"Sounds boring," I laugh.

"It will be rewarding in the long run," he smiles. He kisses my nose. "Want to get dinner?"

"Indian?" I ask.

He readily agrees.

I order and then go to change into something more comfortable.