AN: So this is sort of a filler chapter before I can get to my next big idea so if this sucks, I'm sorry. I really don't have much else to say about this one. Please review!

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Chapter Eleven:

Waverly awoke early the next morning. Eyes still closed, she dug herself further into the filthy blankets to try and push the reality of the last 24 hours from her mind. A heavy weight on her chest prevented her from doing so. Wait a second… there is literally a weight on my chest. Waverly opened her eyes and saw the slim but muscled arm of the god of mischief sprawled across her torso. She jerked up in surprise. Loki mumbled in his sleep and rolled over, his back to the girl. Oh my god. I just slept with Loki. Waverly held her head in her hands and rubbed her temples with her thumb. It wasn't like she had never slept with a guy before; she had, in both respects of the word. But this was freaking Loki, god of mischief! Waverly remembered how she had tried to sleep but was haunted by images of her murdering Odin. She had asked Loki to sleep with her; she didn't think he'd actually oblige.

Waverly slid herself quietly out of bed, to avoid waking Loki. She needed time to just think. She padded across the dusty carpet and gently closed the door to the bathroom. She lowered the toilet seat with the tips on her fingers and sat on the cool porcelain, letting her mind process everything that had happened to her recently.

She had killed a god. Not just a god; Odin for crying out loud. Why, WHY did you kill him? Killing a god; I'm going to hell for sure. Even though overwhelming guilt clutched Waverly's chest, she couldn't help but feel her actions were justified. She did what she had done to prevent Loki from being taken by his brethren to face justice or lead their army or whatever the hell it was they wanted. Thor and his soldiers were no where near the palace to defend Loki at the time, so Waverly acted as any SHIELD agent would and took matters into her own hands. But SHIELD doesn't kill the good guys. Waverly crossed the bathroom to the small sink and filled her hands with cold water. She splashed her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

You can no longer be a SHIELD agent. Fury will kill you. What's done is done. You did what you did because you actually love Loki, damn it! You love the little bastard and now you have to face the consequences of your actions.

Waverly took a few deep, calming breaths and plunged her head into the sink. She washed her hair under the faucet using the small bottle of hotel shampoo. She would have loved to take a shower but you couldn't pay her to get in that disgusting thing. Once her hair was washed, she patted her face dry and wrapped her hair in the stiff towel to let it dry. She unzipped the top portion of her jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around her waist revealing the black tank top underneath.

Leaving the bathroom, Waverly noticed Loki was awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at a phone book.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Trying to discern our location."

Waverly took the phone book from Loki. They were somewhere in the southwestern region of the United States, she could tell that much. But where exactly, she wasn't sure. Waverly set the book aside and picked up the ancient remote that powered an equally ancient television. She pressed the button that was worn and simply read 'POW.'

Finding a news station, Waverly discovered they were in a small town in northern New Mexico. Figures; this was where Thor ended up when he came to Earth. Much to Waverly's discomfort, the aura created by her arrival with Loki had not gone unnoticed. The weather man was talking about atmospheric disturbances. SHIELD wasn't going to buy that bull shit. Waverly and Loki needed to get out of here before agents arrived to arrest them.

"Loki we need to get out of here."

Loki was already up and headed towards the door. "Are you going to take me to my spear?"

"Yes, fine," Waverly sighed. "But it'll take awhile. It's in the weapons vault of Avengers Tower."

"And where is that?"

"New York."

"And we are in…."

"New Mexico, Loki. It'll take at least three, maybe four days. And that's if we drive straight with out stopping." Waverly grabbed the blanket from the bed, a pillow, and the soap and shampoo. There was nothing else useful in the room. She shoved the blanket and pillow in Loki's hands and stuffed the toiletries in a pocked of her jumpsuit.

"Drive?" Loki echoed, following the girl out the door. He watched as Waverly balanced the key on the door handle and then took off for a back exit so they would not need to pass the front desk.

"Yeah. In a car," Waverly explained. "What? You want to take over this planet but you don't know what a car is?"

"I know what a car is," Loki sighed with irritation. "I lack the skills to, as your said, drive such a contraption. Can we not take horses?"

Waverly laughed. "All right. You find a horse. I'll meet you in New York. It'll take you a few weeks to get there."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Fine. Where can we acquire a mode of transport?"

The nervous and anxious feeling that had plagued Waverly since she had killed Odin returned. She knew how to hot wire a car, Clint had showed her. But she had never stolen one. God, get a grip. You fricken killed Odin, stealing a car is nothing. "We'll have to steal one."

Waverly and Loki kept to the shadows. It was still early in the morning so thankfully, not many people were out and about to see their suspicious actions. Waverly led the god to what she assumed was the edge of town. She scanned their surroundings for a suitable car.

"That one," Loki said. Waverly followed his gaze to a gleaming emerald green Corvette parked in front of a doctor's office.

Waverly let out a dry chuckle. "I am not stealing a Corvette."

"A what?"

"Corvette. It's a kind of car. As much as I'd like one, we need to steal something a little less conspicuous.

"But that one suites my taste."

Waverly shook her head. "You have good taste, but no." Waverly continued her scan of the street. At the corner, near a decrepit building was a small compact car. It looked in decent condition and no one was around. "That one." She pointed at the black car. "You stay here, I'll go get it."

Loki watched Waverly slink across the street and finagle her way into the vehicle. She tinkered with some wires under the steering mechanism of the car. Watching Waverly, Loki realized there were many facets to the young girl. She was adopted and knew nothing of her heritage. She was trained by Clint and SHIELD but was no more a true agent than a school child. But, she could handle a gun and a knife and she brought herself to kill the All Father. Now, she could steal these human contraptions by playing with the inner workings. Loki had thought he had this girl figured out, but he had only grazed the surface.

As the engine roared to life on the car, Loki tugged at his left sleeve. That was the arm Waverly's head and rested on the previous night. It still smelled of her. Loki shifted uncomfortably in the shadows and Waverly maneuvered the car down the street to pick him up. It had felt good, her weight beside him, the rise and fall of her chest against him. He had felt at peace; like all those nights Frigga had soothed him to sleep or when he and Thor had pitched tents in the palace courtyard and fell asleep looking at the distant stars of the other realms.

Waverly must truly care for him; why else would she risk everything to her name by killing Odin for him? But did he care for her in the same way? Loki still wasn't sure. He did join her on the bed when she had asked. He couldn't deny that seeing her so discomforted made him squirm on the inside. And when he had joined her in the bed… At first he was vastly uncomfortable but as sleep began to over take him, he allowed the smile to rest on his face and he relaxed into the bed beside the girl. He vaguely remembered placing his arm across her waist before he closed his eyes. Maybe he did feel the same way about this girl. She had done something vastly against her morals, killing Odin; and he had, Loki searched for the word, snuggled with her. The god of mischief had snuggled a human girl. Try as he might, Loki could not bring himself to be angry with himself about this matter.

Waverly pulled the car up beside the god and Loki pulled the door open and climbed in. Waverly explained that the car was only a few years old but was in good condition. It was a sports model, whatever that was, so it had a decent engine, whatever that was. It was a manual; this term meant nothing to Loki. He watched curiously as the girl fiddled with a stick implanted in the floor of the car and maneuvered her feet around three lever type objects on the floor in front of her.

After a few hours of driving in silence, Waverly finally voiced a concern she had been having since Loki first mentioned his spear. "When I get you your spear, what are you going to do with it?"

"I can use it to teleport myself to the far reaches of this universe. I will build up my forces once again and rid the nine realms of the stain that is Jotunheim." Loki answered. He looked sideways at Waverly and upon seeing the look of fear on her face added, "I have no intent to control your mind."

Waverly nodded and focused her attention on the desolate road before them.

"What of you?" Loki asked. "What will you do now?"

Waverly hadn't thought of that. She was a criminal like Loki now. She couldn't return to SHIELD or her home. She couldn't go back to living on Asgard. She was a fugitive on multiple planets now. Waverly let out a deep sigh. "I don't know," she admitted. "Saving you essentially ruined my life."

Discomfort wormed its way into Loki's chest. He was a murderer, a criminal, a Frost Giant, a disgraced god. Waverly was good. She was what he once was. She loved those she cared about with a fire that could not be contained. She was just and moral. And he, he had ruined that for her. She could never have a life here now that she had killed Odin. And she had done it for him.

Loki dug his nails into the palms of his hands, frustrated with himself for feeling this way. He shouldn't care that her life was in ruins. He shouldn't care that she could be imprisoned or even killed for her crimes. But, the truth was, he did. The words slipped from his lips before he could process the implications of his offer. "You may join me."

"What?" Waverly looked at the god for a moment before focusing on the road once more. "Join you. On your quest to kill an entire race? I can't do that, Loki."

"Then merely come with me so that I may protect you."

"Oh lord, what?"

"If you stay on Midgard, surely you will face severe punishment for you actions. You restored my magic to me and are helping me retrieve my spear. I, as you humans say, owe you one. If you come with me, I will protect you from harm." Loki wasn't entirely surprised with himself when he realized he spoke these words with honesty.

Waverly sighed deeply. "I don't know," she said after a long silence. "We'll see what happens."

After several hours of driving, Waverly and Loki reached the border of New Mexico. Waverly pulled the car to the side of the road and consulted a map she had found in the car's glove box. As she was reading, Loki's stomach growled audibly.

"I require sustenance," Loki stated.

"We have no money," Waverly said, not looking up from the map. "We can't get any food. You're a god, can't you like, make some appear out of thin air?"

Loki sighed irritably. His legs were sore from sitting in this cramped vehicle for so long. The air was agonizingly warm here and the car's air conditioner wasn't functioning. Loki was hot, sweaty, hungry, and tired. "I cannot create food from nothing," Loki explained in a voice of strained calm. "I could create an illusion of a meal you could only dream about. It would not, however, provide any nourishment."

Now Waverly was the one sighing with annoyance. "Well then don't complain that you're hungry." Having figured out their route, Waverly folded up the map. Leaning across Loki's lap, she placed it back in the glove box.

"Can't you acquire some money?" Loki asked.

Waverly laughed. "All my money is back in my room in Avengers Tower. And I'd rather not add bank robbery to the list of things I can be arrested for. Murder and grand theft are enough."

The afternoon had dragged on with hungry bellies and irritable car mates. Loki rested his head on the cool glass of the passenger window. His green eyes drooped with sleep as they took in the desert like surroundings. Night was beginning to fall and Loki could see the faint glow of the first stars appearing in the sky.

Entering a small, dirty town, Waverly's stomach finally caved in. She steered the car into the nearly empty parking lot of a small diner. She put the car in park and shut off the engine with a few flicks of some wire.

"I thought obtaining food required money," Loki said dryly.

"It does. Look, you're the god of mischief, can't you do something to get us food?

Loki disentangled himself from the contraption that was called a seat belt. With a simple thought, he created the illusion of normal mortal clothes on his body. Even dressed as a mortal, he chose a dark suit with a deep, green shirt. Turning to the girl, Loki waved a hand in front of her. The illusion of a less conspicuous outfit was cast over Waverly as well.

"Okay, so we look normal, now what?" Waverly asked. She looked down at her new 'clothes.' She was dressed in the black skirt and green blouse she had worn during one of her first encounters with Loki. Odd that he remembered this outfit.

"Now we go inside and acquire some food." Loki exited the car and strode confidently towards the diner. Waverly quickly followed.

The pair was seated at a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. An overly perky waitress came by and took their order. Waverly chose for the pair of them, Loki simply looking at the menu with confusion. The god and the girl sat sipping water, waiting for their cheeseburgers and fries to arrive.

"So," Waverly said in a low voice, hunched over the table. "How exactly are we going to pay for this?"

"Do not worry," Loki said. His voice was low but he sat up tall in his seat, looking much like his former regal self. Waverly couldn't help but notice the odd looks they were getting.

"Can't you like slouch or something?" Waverly hissed. "And talk less formal please. People are staring."

Loki flashed Waverly his ever arrogant but oh so attractive smile. "Of course they are. Looks such as these cannot be found on this pathetic planet."

Waverly rolled her eyes but laughed all the same. "You are an arrogant little prick, aren't you?"

Their dinner arrived and in a few short moments, both Loki and Waverly had eaten everything on their plates. Loki had to admit that whatever it was they were eating was actually good, if a bit bland for his tastes. He drained the last of his water and looked around the diner. They were no longer getting suspicious glances.

"All right, Loki," Waverly whispered. "Now what?"

With a flourish of his hand, an illusion of Waverly sat beside the real girl, realistically sipping her drink. Another flourish and a Loki illusion was present next to the god of mischief.

"How does this…?" Waverly began. Loki silenced her by holding up his hand. Underneath the table, he placed his other hand on Waverly's knee. "What are –" Waverly didn't get to finish. With a sickening jolt, she and Loki had left the table of the diner and were seated in the car once again. Forcing her dinner to stay down, Waverly asked, "What the hell was that?"

"I cast an illusion of us so that the operators of the diner won't become suspicious until it is too late. Then I teleported us to the car," Loki explained. He strapped himself back into his seat.

"Hold on," Waverly said, "If you can teleport, why don't you just teleport us to New York?"

"Teleporting is difficult magic. To do it well, I require my spear. You felt how sick you were and I only transported us a few yards. From here to New York, it'd be a miracle if you survived the trip."

Waverly sighed. Magic was stupid in her opinion. If you couldn't use it whenever and however you wanted, why bother? Technology and a little street smarts seemed like much better tools to have. Waverly sparked the car's engine back to life and drove away from the small town.

Night had fully settled now and as they drove, both Waverly and Loki became transfixed by a spectacular display of lights in the night sky. Waverly pulled the car to the side of the road and stepped from the vehicle. The night air was cool on her face. She looked up at the green and blue aura shining high in the sky a few hundred miles ahead of them.

"What is that?" She asked Loki nervously.

Loki watched the aura. This was not some simple trick of the light caused by atmospheric gasses. This light was the light of other worldly beings traveling to Midgard. Loki had a sick feeling in his stomach that it wasn't Thor coming to look for him.

"Frost Giants," Loki finally answered in a low voice. He forced down the worry that was creeping into his chest and pretended not to notice the fear in Waverly's eyes.