When Loki's journey through the bifröst came to a sudden stop, she felt a strong pain shooting through her back like a bullet. She did not remember it to be this painful. With a small groan she sat up only to find herself in the middle of a dark alley. For her taste it was the grossest place one could imagine. A bunch of trash bins had fallen over and emptied themselves all over the pavement. Her rough landing had caused quite a mess. But why had it been rough in the first place? It dawned on her like a heatwave, almost making Loki nuseus. After a while of contemplating she finally tried to shift into the form of a cat- nothing happened. She also tried to make a dagger appear out of nowhere like she had done ever so often. Nothing. A fit of rage hit her and she punched her fist into the pavement below her. Only to realize that the pavement had not the lightest damage in contrary to her now bleeding knuckles. She hissed under her breath. Odin was going to pay for this. It must have been him who stole her powers whilst her journey down to Midgard. She stood up, stared at the wall for a second and then let out a thundering scream of frustration.

"Hey bitch, I'm tryna sleep over here!" The sudden voice made Loki jump. She had overlooked a random punk sleeping between trash bags. Loki frowned. It was most likely around noon. Punks indeed…

She then stumbled towards the end of the alley, towards a larger street. People started throwing her glances from all around her for she still wore she armor. But for all the heaven's sake she did not care. Her rage was the only matter she could think of. Except perhaps her actual reason for being here in the first place. She looked around herself but there were so many mortals all around that she could barely recognize any of the actual city she had crashed into.

"It's a bit early for ComicCon isn't it?" Asked a young woman who suddenly came to stand in front of her. She wore strange garments, very strange indeed. Not that the mortals did not look strange to her anyway but this one was clad utterly ridiculous with a leo print top, leggings and wedge flip flops.

"How dare you ridiculous creature approach me…" Loki muttered. "Tell me, peasant, where am I?"

"New York…?" The lady answered slowly and seemed to be chewing something which disgusted Loki beyond measure. "Who are you playing anyway? A viking or something?"

"I am Loki of Asgard." She said, getting annoyed. This creature obviously had an inferior intellect, there was nothing reasoning could do.

"Nooo…. The Incident guy? You don't look like him at all." She snorted uglily. "Poor costume by the way. And you haven't even got the props right." With that she brushed past her and vanished in the crowds. Loki still stood there frowning. New York it was. But how would he be able to find this Harper girl? Especially since she was consistently becoming more and more of an attraction. She stood still and thought until suddenly someone threw a coin at her. She angrily snapped out of her thoughts but could not make out who had been so rude, so reckless. That someone certainly had a deathwish.

She took a deep breath. Her powers were gone. There was no way she could turn invisible or change her appearance with the snap of her fingers. She needed to find more… suitable garments if she wanted to find the girl before someone recognized her and locked her up. She was still a refugee after all.

But where would she find a tailor in this foreign place? She looked around herself. There were plenty of houses with wide windows, displaying all sorts of midgardian clothing. Without a second thought she crossed the street, almost getting hit by a vehicle they called car. She had to remind herself that she had to be as ordinary as she could and not get into trouble. Otherwise the driver of this thing would not live to see the evening.

On the other side of the street there was a bright sign above the entrance and quite a few people rushing in and out with plastic bags.

Loki was pretty upset already about the crowds. They made her nervous, especially without her powers. With long and quick steps she approached a woman who was busy putting clothes into shelves.

"Where do I find your tailor?" She asked coldly, looking down at the short, chubby woman.

"Sorry, uhm… What?" She asked as she turned to her with a frown.

Loki rolled her eyes. "Your tailor. I would like new, more -mortal- garments."

"I'm sorry but you might misunderstand something… We sell clothes, but we do not produce them here." She answered, obviously irritated by Loki's appearance. "But I could help you pick a pair of Jeans and a shirt if you'd like that."

"Very well then…" She said in defeat. "Lead the way, mortal."

Still unsure of what to think of her customer she headed to the women's section, earning looks from the other customers. "Would you prefer a light or a dark wash?" She finally asked.

"I need clothes, not a bath!" Loki protested. She tried her best not to be annoyed with this mortal as she seemed to be really trying to help her. She was in desperate need of help if she wanted to fly under the radar.

The woman snorted shortly and handed her some kind of pants. "These should fit. What kind of shirt do you want? Buttons? Long sleeves?"

She shot her a I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about glare and she handed him a green bundle of fabric with a sigh. "Looks like green is your color." She mentioned to her armor. "Are you from ComicCon or something?"

She wanted to yell and punch something or even better, destroy the whole place. But instead she flashed her brightest smile. "Yes, indeed. And my change of clothing has gone missing."

"Oh, that's a shame. At least you seem to have got some money left for new clothes!" She smiled back and pushed her towards a small room, where she assumed she should change into the new clothes. How humiliating, having to change like the ordinary people. Oh, how much she missed her magic. Paying for things… Never had to do that. She rolled his eyes as she changed into the items the lady had given her, ripping off the small plastic tags some idiot had attached to them. At least the things were rather comfortable and easy to move in. Loki looked down as she pulled on the purple mid drift top and green jeans, she noticed there was a yellow gem embedded in her bellybutton.

" Strange?" Loki ran her finger over the gem, suddenly blue lightning shot from the gem. Now on to the money. She would have to pay for these things. Shewould need money for mostly everything in Midgard. She looked at her armor. It was worth a lot in Asgard, but here it was of no use. Unless, of course, those puny heroes came for her again. But she would only attract attention if she carried it around and even Loki was realistic enough to know that she had no chance against a bunch of people who still had their powers. With a slight sting in her heart, she left it behind. Outside the small changing room, she looked at herself in the mirror. How ridiculous she looked… How midgardian...Like a peasant. She had worn midgardian clothes before, but never needed it to be inconspicuous and boring like this.

She looked around. A middle aged Lady sat on a stool, probably waiting for someone. She looked like she had the money she needed. And after all, Odin apparently hadn't taken all her abilities, so she approached her, charming and with a friendly smile. She hid her bruised and scratched hand however, mortals did not react too well to blood.

"Hey there…" She began, inwardly cursing himself for having to do this. Without the slightest of insecurity, she charmed her, flirting, distracting, using the gems powers, She was all but infatuated by her words and of course her looks. As she finally turned to leave, she had her money in the pockets of her jeans-pants. A bunch of paper, but Loki had dealt with that before. If she was not mistaken, she had robbed the poor lady of about $200. Despite what her brother and the allfather thought, she was not a criminal. She never liked being the bad guy and she never wanted to be. But she had to survive this living hell. She felt bad nevertheless. After she found the lady who had assisted her, she pressed $100 into her hand. "I hope that will do." She said quickly and hurried for the exit, hearing her yell how it was too much and how she had to pay at the cash desk. But she just had to get out of this madness, away from the people. They were everywhere. Back on the street, she turned left and walked as fast as she could in this direction. At least, the people had stopped staring and now didn't even notice her.

A white alien humanoid walked upto a floating throne " Sir weve detected one of them"

" Where?"

" New york"

" Excellent"

After a while and a few turns she suddenly arrived at the waterfront. There she stood, staring at the pier. More mortals. Everywhere! She cursed herself for wanting to find the stupid mortal girl in a place like this New York she was now trapped in. She was hungry. And tired. And confused. What the hell had he gotten herself into… She stood at the pier, arms on the railing with her face in her hands. She was a goddess, darn it! She should not be as lost as she feels right now. This place… The people… She's a genius! She should be able to figure out how to survive in this world that was so different from her own. And yet, she felt more lost than she had ever before. Despite being a superior creature, she depended on the people around her and she hated every second of it. Only a year ago she had tried to rule the place… That felt like a different life. She had not been herself back then.

She lifted her face and turned to look at the people, finally able to focus once again. Use your brain you fool! She scolded herself and observed the life around her carefully.

When suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind.