Disclaimer: I own nothing only Luka Lee
Warning: Cursing and mention of intercourse
Chapter 3
[ Luka's POV]
I wake up early, just like everyday for breakfast and chores. I take online classes so I mom and dad can keep showing me the ropes of how to run this place after college.
I start to hum as I put my hair in a messy bun and begin breakfast. I briefly touch my gun in my holester, well aware of the stranger in my house.
Soft footfalls reach my ears as I cook, I stop humming and whisper, "Speak of the devil." I turn to the man who I had helped the day before.
[Loki's POV]
I wake up in a bed that isn't mine. As I get up, the memories of yesterday fill my head.
Trying to take over Midgard. The Avengers. Asgard... being sent here as punishment, wherever 'here' may be...
"Wonderful... " I sigh.
I glance at my forearm, noticing how I don't have my jacket or boots on. I check my leg to see it bandaged rather neatly, as well as my arm.
" Where am I?" I look around the room for a door as I whisper, so I don't alert anyone that might hear me.
I get off the bed, open the door, and creep down the hall towards the humming I hear. Making my shoeless feet as quiet as I can walking down the hall.
Once I am at the end if the hall to, what I pressume is the kitchen, I see a person, cooking at the stove.
" Speak of the devil." I hear her say, bringing me out of my thoughts.
She turns to face me, gun present on her thigh as she takes off her apron, checking her watch.
"Morning sleepy head" she says with a smile, but I can see under her confidence is nervousness.
" I am not a devil..." and keep quiet with a stern look on my face, and study her.
[My POV]
" I didn't mean literally." I chuckled despite my past nervousness.
Of course, I know who this now. He was all over the news a year ago, Loki, god of Mischief, my mind supplies. Brother of Thor who is apart of the Avengers.
" Sit, I am sure you have questions." I gesture to the chair at the table, as I turn off the stove, food forgotten at the moment. He sits down as I do the same.
" Where am I?" " California." I say, he gives me light glare and I inwardly chuckled.
" What relm am I in?" he asks with little irritation and patience. I raise my brow and say "Earth"
He looks at me with little satisfaction, but satisfaction much less.
" My turn, who are you?" I say sternly. He lifts his brow at my bluntnes, "Well?" I state as he stares at me, as if I should know, which I do, but I want him to tell me.
" I am Loki, god of Mischief " he says.
"That's better" I half yell, almost startling him.
" My name is Luka Lee Sprice. Now, what you're going to do?"
" Why should I tell you?" he retorts.
" Well where the hell else ya gonna go. By the look on your face and your obvious confusion of not knowing where you are, that suggest that, I don't think you're here to cause a another invasion or go back to where you came from, by your less graceful entry," I say, my southern accent leaks a bit.
I hear him mumble " I suppose not all Midgardians are idiots.." I chuckle at the half complement, as I get up to clean my mess from earlier. He watches my movements and sighs.
" I honestly don't know." he says, a bit irritated. He contemplates with himself, more than with me.
" I don't want to attract attention of Thor and his 'merry' band of bafoons."
" You could stay here." I say nonchalantly, as I wash my dishes. He looks caught off guard for moment, when I turn to look at him briefly, but he quickly covers it.
" Why would you?"
Mama and Dad always said I was a little too nice for my own good. I dry my hands, lean on the sink crossing my arms.
" Well you could be easily recognizable in a highly populated area. You know me better than any other human on earth. I have the room and I need the help. Anyone rarely visits, unless it's a few folks wanting ride horses, but they call ahead. You can start as farmhand under the radar, so the 'Avengers' won't know your here.
I use quotation fingers annoyingly and Loki picks that up. Loki thinks it over for a few minutes.
His answer surprises both of us. "Alright...".