Why, hello there. I'm the author of this lovely fanfiction. If you've made it this far, you're plenty welcome to review, and give me some feedback.

This was something I'm doing on deviantart, as Methuselah87, and on Facebook as well. It began on Facebook and thats where its born before it arrives here.

I love a good story.

Thank you for reading, I do hope you enjoy yourself.

The pound of the music was far too much. It made Loki's heart hurt, and his feet pound. He stumbled along behind the blond girl, Carolyn, his hand captured by her own and his ear being talked off by her friend, May. Some sort of computer be-bop was going on in the air. The normal lights had turned into flashing, colorful and blinding substitutes that were similar to blowing up a city. As they moved through the crunch of bodies and laughter Loki began to get dizzy. He was fading now, hungry and weak, and hardly made it to their booth. He was squeezed between a silent chap in dark sunglasses and Carolyn, May distracted - finally - by one of her other chums. Carolyn wrote on a napkin and asked him what he wanted to eat, and he just wrote back, 'Anything.' She ordered him two cheeseburgers and a coke.

'How did I end up here?' He wondered. 'Among all these lesser beings. Trapped by their kindness.' He shivered. Carolyn's warm smile made him feel a little less like he was floating. She was a calm rock in this chaos. She wrote on the napkin, 'The food will be here soon. What's your name?' He glanced at her. She had a button nose and rosy cheeks, not a drop of make-up on her face. With long legs and slender features, he was surprised she wasn't being hounded by the male humans. Maybe it was her severe lack of a chest.
'Loki,' he wrote back. 'Thank you for your kindness. It was unnecessary.' As she read, he watched her smile and felt something strange in his chest. He shook his head. As soon as he got his strength, he promised himself, he was going after what he had intended in the first place, in leaving the hospital.

Carolyn pushed another message over to him on the napkin. Her face dappled with the bright rainbow lights, her hair also a transport for the ridiculous fluorescents in the room. She looked like she was made out of rainbows.
'Sure it was. Why were you alone?'
'I'm usually alone.'
'But in the middle of the city?'
'I was dropped off here... unintentionally. I'm lost.'
'Where did you want to go?'
He looked at her and met her curious eyes. He wondered briefly how he looked, so pasty and weak, covered in those lights.
'The Center of London.' He pushed it back.
'I live close by there. Why do you want to go there?'
'I'm meeting someone there.'
As she read this, she seemed to get a fidget to her shoulders, and her smile faded.
'Who?'

With calm eyes, he took the pen and scrolled,
'My son.'
She looked at him them in surprise. His expression didn't change. Observing her, he watched as she took the pen back, her fingers brushing his own.
'How old?'
He looked away and felt a pang. How old was his son? How long ago did he love an Asgardian woman?
'About ten years.'
Carolyn was about to write a reply when his food arrived. She placed it in front of him, and he ate carefully, deliberately. She smiled then, putting the pad and paper away. Her friends went to dance, and they were left with the silent man in his sunglasses, observing the moshing and grinding chaos of downtown London.