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It's been about a month since Loki kidnapped me. I still haven't given up on going home eventually, but its harder said than done.

If I want to leave the apartment, Loki is always there. Whether I know or want him there or not. So there's no sneaking off to go to the Avengers for help. He uses that innocent cat disguise often. I've gotten more than my fair share of strange looks from bystanders as I yell at what appears to be a sweet kitten.

If only they knew...

Oh well. At least now I know why he was so interested in me. Sorta.

"What is this?" I hold up a well worn book. The spine held together with tape and the cover replaced with stock paper with the title rewritten on the new cover with remnants of the cover glued to it. There's just enough of the original cover left to make out a young woman holding a brown corn snake in front a familiar fast food restaurant.

Loki stares wide-eyed at the tattered book in my hand. He snatches it and glares. "Where did you find it?"

"Your room. Where'd you get it?"

Tucking the book away in his coat he smirks, eyes lidded. "If you wanted in my room so badly, you could have just asked."

"Don't change the subject. Or make this weird." I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "That's me on the cover. That book is about me."

"You really shouldn't be snooping through other's things."

"Loki!"

"Yes, dear?"

My mouth pinches and I take a deep breath through my nose. Every time...

"Why do you have a book about me? It looks like any old paperback from a Goodwill. Old and poorly treated-"

He glares. His hand raises as though to cradle the book through the coat.

My brows raise and I blink at the odd display of protectiveness. Deciding on a different tactic, I ask softly, "What does it mean to you?"

He lets up on the glare. He takes a moment before responding. With a heavy sigh he explains. "You know how in your world, I'm a character of myth?"

"You mean fiction?" I cross my arms and huff. "'Cause you ain't really anything like Norse myths. Unless you really did give birth to-"

"Finish that sentence and I won't tell you anything!"

I stick my tongue in my cheek to force back a smile. Not trusting myself, I simply nod for him to continue.

He narrows his eyes, but does. "As I was saying, in your world I exist as a story. The case is the same for you here." He pulls the book out. "After my failiar to conquer Earth I did a little traveling, and came across that book. As dreadfully boring as it was, I couldn't help but grow a fondness for it."

I glance at the tattered book. That explains how he knew me, but that still leaves a lot of questions.

"Why do you like it so much? What does that have to do with me being here?"

Loki stares hard at me with an unreadable expression. "It doesn't matter."

"Um, yeah, it does! And I'd kinda like to know why I was kidnapped by... What? A fan?"

He scoffs. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Then why'd you kidnap me?"

"You didn't read to the end did you?"

"No...?"

"Your grandfather, how is he fairing?"

"Um, fine, I guess." I swallow, suddenly not liking where this is going.

"Two days from when I took you, he would have a stroke and you would call off work to visit him in the hospital. You decided to drive, by yourself, through heavy traffic. There was a car accident and you died."

Wide-eyed, I stare Loki. "What?"

"You died. Or, you would have, had I not intervened."

Wordlessly, I reach out my hand. Understanding what I wanted, Loki set the book in my hand. I flip it open to the back and scan the pages.

"Page three-hundred thirty-six." He supplies helpfully.

I glance at the page number and flip a few more pages. Stopping on the correct page I read. And I read again. And again.

Its true... I try to swallow the lump from my throat. My grip tightens on the book. "You know this doesn't excuse you kidnapping me, right? That's still messed up."

Loki laughs, incredulous. "You would have died!"

"You could have just, warned me or something! No need to go to all this nonsense."

His smirk softens and he boops my nose. "Now where's the fun in that?"

I wack his arm with the book. "You call this fun?"

"Of course!" He grins, setting an elbow on my head and leaning on me. "In fact, before this truly delightful conversation, I was going to invite you to join me on a little excursion."

"Loki, so help me, if you're planning on pranking the Avengers again..."

"Now, why would I do such a thing like that?"