Hello folks, already up with my second chapter yay me. But daaaaaaaaaamn my story has been out for not so long and I got no love at all for my first chapter! I worked hard on that you know! T~T

But anyways that means I'll just have to work harder for your love! *puts battle armor on*

So I am enjoying myself as I think about how this story is going to go about, this story was just a small idea in my head so I thought I would give it a shot and see how some of those in the Avengers/Loki loving community might think about it. I am not even sure if this would even be a GOOD story because I just decided to write for just shits and giggles. Not to mention I don't really want to rush the relationship between Loki and the OC I was thinking that perhaps I can approach this in a nice way with my readers when we reach this certain point of this plots that I started to plan out.

Any major choices due to votes could change the story all together. But not not of course it's way to early to determine this things so this might be cooler then the mass effect pick and choose stuff and I do promise that I will bring more pleasing results than bioware lmao.

but anyways no point in chatting. Enjoy the second chapter my loves~!

Chapter 2: My name is...

A week had past since his unfortunate descend into the horrid realm of Midgard. His mood was always sour, even in his sleep. Loki had tried everything in his power to sway the mortal who had taken him in; trying to coax her into tossing him back out into the woods so that he can just go on his merry way. Though his rude words and gestures never hindered the girl from taking care of him. And due to her stubbornness he was healing nicely. Grudgingly he had to admit that she was a good healer. She made him meals three times a day and snacks to eat. She made her teas to sooth him when he ached, and tried to chat with him when there was time to spare. Though her method of conversing was relatively annoying and a bad waste of good quality paper in his opinion. But one thing that he did appreciate was when she left him alone.

This was when he went over the events of what had happened play over and over again in his mind.

A bittersweet torture. A lesson that he would never truly never let himself forget. Promising himself that no one would be able to trick him like that ever again, that he would not give into false hope and whispers of sweet promises when it would cause him only pain. For days he lingered on the memories of his last days in Asgard. Odin's confession of his origins always tore at his heart, what ever love that Loki harbored for him that day vanished and was replaced by loathing and resentment for the lies that he had been fed his whole life. He was angry at Thor for always being the golden one, the treasured son, and the favorite. The God of Thunder that never did no wrong but was obviously vain, greedy, and cruel. Loki didn't know how to truly feel about him though, in some ways he loved him, but he also hated him. And as for the Lady Sif and the warriors three he had always thought of them as his friends. He knew that they favored Thor over him, especially Sif. The Goddess would do anything for Thor to gain his attentions. Loki did recall that in his youth he was jealous of Sif's affections for his brother and chopped off her golden hair, he did really feel sorry after that even when he tried to get her hair back and failed when the wig turned black; though it took decades for her to somewhat forgive him and kindle some small amount of friendship. As for the others Loki did get along with Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun. But once again they had favored Thor over him.

Loki's thoughts turned to Frigga then. When he went over his memories of the All-Mother he couldn't help but remember them with fondness. She was perhaps the only one that he could still claim to love and care for. She had raised him with fairness, treating the Dark Prince the same as Thor. Never had she chose a favorite, she had loved them equally. He could not forget the times when Fri...Mother; taught him magic. She was always proud of him when he mastered a spell or when he showed her some tricks that he learned. If there was one reason to return to Asgard it would be for her.

If only Thor hadn't destroyed the Bifrost.

For now he would have to put the past on hold and think of a way to get out of here. Wherever here is.

Loki was resting comfortably in the large bed that he had been occupying for a week. Leaning up against the pillows that propped him up. At his feet the mortal's young dog laid, his head tucked comfortably under its two front paws. Tail wagging now and then when Loki would send it a look, for some reason the beast wouldn't leave him alone. Much to the amusement of the mortal. She did take it out of the room when she wanted him to rest, though Loki may be humoring her now but once he was back at full strength he would do whatever he pleased.

And as the days past his magic grew stronger. So strong in fact he would play some pranks on his hostess. Making random things move out of place, or things appear that would make her startled and squeal (silently of course due to her lack of voice it made scaring her less fun), or one of his favorites; which was moving an object just slightly in the room that stuck out barely enough to make her trip.

It was enough revenge on her for making him stay in the blasted room the whole time.

Oddly enough Loki had not learned much about the female Midgardian. Not even her name. She had told him that he young pup's name was Shepard, an odd name for one of its kind. And that her horse was named Joey, the mortal expressed much joy when she talked about her steed. As if those two animals were her only companions in the world. It would explain a few things. No other mortals came here, and the house was always quiet unless he spoke.

So in the middle of the eighth day of his stay the door to his temporary room opened. His mortal caretaker greeting him like she always did when she saw him, though today she showed up randomly. Loki rose one dark brow at her when he saw her. He wasn't expecting to see her until around the time she served him dinner. Their routine being that she came for all the meals, and sometimes served snacks while talking for a bit and then she leaves him for the rest of the day to do Gods knows what. It was a rather pleasant change.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your company mortal?" he asked, a bit of sarcasm leaking into his voice.

She gave him a 'are-you-serious?' stare before holding up her little notebook, one that she started using to hold her conversations with and approached his bedside. Opening it, she flipped the pages until she got the one she wanted using her writing utensil, a pen, to write something down. Once she was done she held it out for him to read.

Sighing quietly the God of Mischief read over her words.

Would you like to go for a walk? I think you're fit enough to do so. A walk around the house will help with your recovery.

"I been here for a week." Loki deadpanned. "Anything other than this room would be a sight for sore eyes."

The girl's cheeks flushed as she frowned at him disapprovingly. She wrote once again quickly on her notebook page.

You were injured! I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't aggravate your ribs, they needed to mend properly and the only way to do that was to rest but now that you're BETTER you can move freely around the house. I came here so I can show you around and give you a quick tour, then I must attend to my duties.

The girl had obligations?

Loki found that a little hard to believe when the girl always remained present in the house. But he wouldn't argue and waste this golden opportunity to get out of bed. Throwing the covers off of him the Trickster stood, some of his joints popping from their lack of use. Shepard, who was laying by his feet huffed when it was disturbed. Standing on all it's four legs Shepard stretched and pounced off the bed, landing on the floor and trotting out of the room to find another sanctuary to sleep in.

Taking the dog's example he started to head for the door. The mortal following him as he went. Entering the hallway that the girl dragged him through before he stared at everything with closer inspection. Everything was luxurious, now and again he would stop to examine some paintings. He could admire the Midgardians' for their art and literature, his mother had a few of their works in the grand library back at the palace. Sometimes even a room full of rare paintings from all the different realms.

When they reached a closed door the Mortal told him it was a spar bedroom, the one she was currently occupying when she retired for the night. And as they moved along she showed him (also what she called them) the Morning Room, Entrance Hall, Ante Room, Dining Room, Kitchen, Palm Room, Staircase Hall, Great Room, Painted room, and a room that was suppose to be used if she ever received female company.

Currently they stood in the Painted Room, Loki's eyes soaking up everything that they saw. He could grudgingly deem this house to be that of nobility, it had a very unique style of it's own.

"You live here alone?" Loki ran a hand along one of the rooms columns. Feeling the smooth marble against his palm.

Yes. I have been here for many years. Since I was seven I think...don't usually see anyone.

Loki cocked a brow at this new piece of information. "No husband or children?" Her blush gave her away when she started to fumble with her notebook "Ah, a maiden." he clarified. "Where is your family then? A young maiden is never usually by herself."

I live here alone.

Loki pursed his lips and his eyes narrowed at her when she looked away from him. Her russet eyes avoided looking at his face, she seemed uncomfortable talking about this topic. He decided he'll drop the subject, for now at least.

"Is there any other rooms that we have not yet seen?"

The mortal smiled a little, relief shining in her eyes as she raised her pen to answer him. Moving from the column he joined her side, reading over her shoulder.

The Library is one of the last rooms left.

Mentioning a library made the Trickster's mood brighten just a bit. He let the tiny mortal lead the way, her tiny hands holding her notebook to her chest. She was delighted to show someone her home, he figured that she never had a guest before in her life. For just that one second he felt a little pinch in his chest, a little emotion that managed to make itself known.

Pity.

He pitied this mortal who seemed to have such a lonesome existence with only one dog and a horse to call her friends. At least he had some form of social life, he was a Prince after all. And here was a wealthy Midgardian maiden without a husband or a family to call her own, she didn't even have anyone to invite to her court.

Coming to a pair of closed double doors the young mortal girl grasped the handles, the doors swinging back with excitement before she rushed in. She beckoned the God to follow her, showing all the kindness and hospitality that she had to offer when she showed him the massive chamber. Rows of books covered each and every shelf, there were no empty spaces. Each placed carefully in their categories and all of them were treated with great care. It was nearly extraordinary. Her collection could had rivaled his back in Asgard.

His fingers ran over the spines of books, finding categories under many things. Art, Music, Literature, Biographies, Technology, Science.

Some of these tomes could be very useful.

"What a vast marvelous collection you have mortal." He hummed approvingly when he found a book on Astrophysics, pulling it off it's self to flip through some of it's pages. "Not many Midgardians have such things when they have the technology of the day under their fingertips."

The mortal's brows pinched together when she heard the term 'Midgardian'.

Putting the book back where it belonged, Loki strode to the opposite side of the room. Eyes landing on a book of sign languages, taking a peek at the information inside it provided the information to talk to those who could hear or the language those who couldn't speak used. Very handy indeed if he could learn from this so that mortal didn't have to use so much paper.

Spotting a very comfy looking seat he sat down. Book open to the first page as he started reading, his mind soaking up the information that it was being fed like a sponge. The mortal watched him, a bit stunned when he made himself at home. Loki didn't care as he kept on reading, his fare superior mind already getting down the basics as he licked his index finger casually and turned the page.

As if the girl didn't know what to do with herself, she silently left. Closing the doors to the library behind her, and thus leaving him alone with his new book.

Hopefully within a few days he will master this sign language.

\oooo/

Meanwhile in Puente Antiguo, New Mexico...

No one needed a cup of nicely brewed coffee more than Jane Foster at this moment. For days she had been working relentlessly on her Einstein-Rosen Bridge theory, trying to solve the mystery that one man had proven her to be true. But, she also searched for him. Jane groaned as she ran her hand down her face, her eyes a bit dry from staring at a computer monitor for to long.

"Cheer up! We'll find wonder boy for ya soon." Darcy, her intern, comforted.

Jane sat back in her chair with a huff "It's been a whole solid week!" she scowled at her computer angrily "We don't even know if Thor is okay! What if Loki got the best of him and he's in trouble or something?"

A cup of coffee was placed down in front of her on her desk. Jane sent a grateful glance at her other friend Dr. Erik Selvig, flashing him a small smile when she took the cup into her hands and gingerly sipped away at the caffeinated goodness. Erik patted her on the head soothingly, trying to chase her worries away like he's always done "There isn't a need to worry Jane" he murmured "If anything I believe Thor could manage his brother just fine."

"I hope so." She breathed.

To focused on her small little talk with Erik, they both failed to notice one of their machines silently flashing on the other side of the room. Darcy blinked, her brows shooting up when she went over to investigate it. Raising her hand she poked it a few times, nothing changed and turn to look over at the screen it was hooked up to. A single spot on the 3D map of Earth flashing angrily back at her.

"Ughhhh Jane?" she squeaked.

Both Jane and Erik's conversation was stopped short when they both waddled over to their silent intern. All of them leaning in to stare at the flashing dot in wonder.

"Is that...?" Jane started out with slight disbelief.

"I think it is..." Erik confirmed grimly, shooting Jane a sideways glance.

Patting Darcy's shoulder with her hand Jane started to work on the computer next to the machine, her finders flying over the keys of the keyboard. Her eyes suddenly bright with excitement "Darcy I need you to contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and get Agent Coulson on the phone!" she told her, the words flying out of her mouth so quickly that Darcy almost had a hard time trying to follow what the young auburn hair woman was saying "He would really want to know about this."

"Gotcha." Darcy gave her a thumbs up and reached into her pocket, fumbling for her phone for just a second before punching in the numbers.

While Darcy got ready to send the news to their new allies in S.H.I.E.L.D. Erik leaned over closely to the young Astrophysicist, quietly talking into her ear as Darcy spoke on the phone loudly.

"Do you think it's him?" he questioned. He was a bit doubtful but also hopeful.

"Who else could it be? I know it's him Erik! He said he would be back!" she argued in a whispered tone.

Raising his hands up in submission he backed away, letting the young woman focus on her work. Nothing he said now could stop her for wanting to search out the man...ugh...God? That had caught her affections so easily over the course of the previous week. Though Thor had only stayed for a short amount of time those two ended up attracted to each other like magnets. It was still amazing even to this day. And the town was still yet not fully recovered from the attack of the Destroyer. Though, he couldn't help but be worried and a tad bit suspicious that if it were indeed Thor who finally came back to Earth. Then why was he so far away? He couldn't deny the readings, they were to similar to the ones of the Bifrost, but to be that far from the previous Bifrost sight here in Puente Antiugo was a tad fishy.

But not that it was any of his business...

\oooo/

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters: New York City, New York...

To say anything was fine in the world would be an outright lie. There wasn't anything fine in the daily lives of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, and never a fine day for one Director Nicholas Fury. It's been one hell of a year, he won't deny that. After the whole Stark incident and the discovery of not only the Tesseract, but also the slumbering super soldier he would have figured that nothing else could surprise him now.

But apparently he was wrong.

Again.

He was watching the footage of what had taken place in a small town in New Mexico. The thing in which they called the Destroyer was wreaking havoc, destroying anything in its path only to get to one man. One Donald Blake, but who was really an actual GOD. Ha! If Fury didn't have to deal with most of this freaky shit on a daily basis he would had just laughed the whole thing off. But nope, here was this 'supposedly' fictional God swinging around this giant hammer and destroying some giant machine of destruction like it was nothing.

It was disturbing to realize that humanity wasn't the only beings in the universe now.

"This is some fucked up shit..." he grumbled, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

Closing the footage of the world's newest event. The Director swung around in his chair to study the Big Apple, the view was spectacular as always. One of the many perks of his job he mused.

Not only minutes later there was rapid knocks on his office door. Cocking a brow Fury turned his chair back around again "Come in." he ordered.

It wasn't all surprising when it was just only Phil Coulson. He had returned from New Mexico only just a four days ago. Agent Barton staying behind to keep an eye on things as they set up an underground facility for Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S so far all was going according to plan. But it was nice to see his second-in-command once more. Standing to his feet Fury clasped his hands behind his back "Coulson." he greeted.

"Director." Phil replied, a small friendly smirk on his features.

"Anything worthy I should know about?" the Director urged "I doubt this is about the Tesseract."

Phil grunted and shook his head. He held reached into his pocket and held up his phone "No, but I received a call from Miss. Darcy Lewis she said that Miss. Foster found some similar readings that they had in New Mexico she believes that our new friend came back to pay us a visit."

"You mean the freak with the hammer is back?"

"That is one way to put it but yes sir he's back."

Fury walked around his desk, his hands grabbing a small bottle of fine whiskey. He poured himself a glass, even offered Phil one (though the agent politely declined). Before resting up against his desk his lone eye focusing on his most trusted agent "So, shall we send a welcoming party to meet this Thor in New Mexico?"

Phil shifted on his feet, his arms crossed over his chest "That's impossible sir."

"Excuse me?" Fury snapped, giving Phil his full undivided attention.

"Thor isn't in New Mexico, sir." Phil explained patiently.

"What the hell do you mean he's NOT in New Mexico!?" the Director scowled, a frown marring his features.

"It's just exactly that sir...the readings came from somewhere else."

"And where would that be?"

Phil paused for a moment, a bit hesitant to answer. The stare that the Director was giving him could had made just about anyone run for the hills. Giving into that look Phil sighed quietly "Foster says that the Bifrost readings came from a small town in Canada."

A few silent moments passed between the two of them.

"Since when the fuck did something interesting ever happen in CANADA?"

"Wolverine and Deadpool, sir."

"They don't count right now! Get a team assembled!" Fury ordered, slamming his glass down onto the surface of his desk "We're going to get our new guest."

\oooo/

When the young mortal came back to her library she found the odd man right where she left him. He was absorbed in his book, nearly almost done. His emerald eyes scanned over the pages with intense focus, he didn't seem to notice her presence when she sat down in a chair just opposite of him. And she didn't bother trying to disturb him. Instead she decided to take her time to simply observe him. Her eyes roamed his lean figure, he was one of the tallest people she had ever met out of the small handful of people that she knew.

Her head tilted a little to the side.

Her unexpected guest wasn't what she truly expected him to be...well at least not how her first visitor would be like. For starters she didn't expect it to be someone who fell from the sky. On that fateful day she was just going on her daily stroll, not minding her business until the makings of a horrible storm came from no where. She had just happened to look up to see a figure falling into one of the near by clearings. And not long after her pup Shepard made a mad bolt through the trees. She couldn't stop him even if she tried. So she went to look for him, using the small whistle she kept with her to call him back.

Only to come to the clearing and discover a man with odd clothing.

At first she was scared of him, that maybe that he was like one of the people her father warned her about or her sister telling tales of. But as soon as he made eye contact with her the fear melted away into nothing. She saw such raw pain in his gaze...anger and sorrow was there to. And she came to the conclusion that she didn't need to be afraid of him. And in her heart she had the sudden urge to help him. She couldn't just leave him there.

But when she looked upon his features she couldn't help but be awed by him. He could only be described as breathtakingly beautiful. From his paled skin, sculpted cheekbones, strong jaw, to his thin brows she would had dubbed him as a fallen angel.

She noted that he looked a bit worse for ware, injured even. That that reached out to her nurturing side, she went to help him only to be burned by a hot scorching fire that was his anger. And the constant use of the word mortal was just a little strange. So when he rudely asked her to go away she did, bringing Shepard back with her. So when she brought the pup home she went to go retrieve Joey from his pen. How she loved her ever faithful horse. He never put up a fuss when she hooked the cart to him.

And as expected the man from the sky wasn't really happy that she returned.

So the opted in ignoring him. Even though the man was lean and skinny looking he was much heavier than he looked. Complaining and insulting her the whole way, but she didn't take any of it to heart. She assumed it was because of the pain.

But once when she got him settled into her quarters (she was so desperate to set him down somewhere and her room happened to be the closest) she had an awkward time in removing the strange man's clothes and armor. Even making a jab by questioning her virtue since he thought that she brought in strange weird men.

An his frustration to her lack of reaction to his words oddly satisfied her.

So for the first few days he would keep at trying to invoke her wrath. But she cared for him, so by the middle of the week he stopped his verbal assault when she would bring him his meals and snacks. But as his health improved some weird things have been happening. Like things she placed down would go missing, or a rat would scurry in front of her, or she would always trip over something in his room that would make him laugh to spite her.

Very unexpected indeed...

The sound of a book snapping shut caught her attention. The man finally being done with the rather large textbook, standing with such regal grace he returned the book to his proper spot. With his task complete he seemed to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't alone in the room no more.

"Ah, there you are mortal." he started. The girl's brows shot up as he continued "I would have thought you would have returned with an evening meal."

She wanted to reply, standing up she patted down on her pockets. Her eyes widen when she realized that she had forgotten her little note book. She shot him an apologetic look, but he didn't seem to care.

"Just simply talk to me as you've done before when we first met when you didn't have the papers."

Was he serious? Looking past him to the book he seemed so enthralled in, she was astonished to see it was a book of sign languages. She was filled with uncertainty, not many understood with what she had to say at times. But with the look he was sending her way she hesitantly started to sign.

Sorry. I didn't think about supper, it must have slipped my mind...

A smug look crossed the sky man's features "Well, we shall have to rectify that little problem." he replied smoothly. He gestured towards the door "Shall we go acquire some form of nourishment?"

Her jaw dropped.

You...can understand?

He almost seemed to be insulted by her question "Of course I understand mortal, your tome was most useful in figuring out how to communicate with one of your...disabilities."

The young girl brushed some of her hair away from her eyes, giving him a deadpan stare before she just turned on her heels to leave the room. She could hear his steps behind her when he followed. So leading him to the kitchen she pointed at one of the stools that he could use. And doing just that, he sat on his new perch while watching her every move.

Letting out a nervous breath, the young girl started to bustle around her large kitchen. It was a bit unnerving to be watched so closely. She wondered if he always did that or if she was just a special case.

You...uh...don't know if you're allergic to any food in particular, do you?

"Not that I am aware of," he answered, studying the granite counter top as he spoke "Though under the circumstances, consuming your meager Midgardian food wouldn't make a lot of difference, do you?"

She winced a bit, perhaps he sounded a little crass when he said that. So instead she sent an apologetic and slightly embarrassed smile.

I suppose it doesn't really...

An awkward silence shivered in the air between them at that moment. So the young girl quickly busied herself with the task of making some coffee for him, and some tea for herself, plucking two mugs off the mug tree. Including her favorite Lord of the Rings cup with the lovely words of: The one cup to rule them all.

Filling the kettle up with some water for her tea she set it on the stove. No longer paying any attention to her guest as she went around the kitchen. Dutifully she made him his coffee, presenting it to him with a much brighter smile. She didn't know how he liked it but she handed it over to him as just black, if he wanted to sweeten it up or add any cream he would just have to help himself while she cooked them dinner. So when she turned her back the man stared at it distrustfully, until he took tentative sips of his hot beverage. So since he hasn't made one complaint about it she figured that he liked it.

And since it was late, she decided some simple eggs and toast would do for dinner.

With the scent of food in the air it wasn't all that shocking when Shepard made his presence known. As any other dutiful pet he glued himself to her side, whining now at then hoping to gain her attention for possible scraps. The girl patted its head affectionately and fetch him some dog food instead, so as soon as she placed the dog dish on the ground the young pup dug in with obvious enthusiasm. Once he was taken care of she grabbed her plate and the young man's plate and placed it on the counter top.

Handing him a set of eating utensils she sat herself down across from him and grasped her own fork and dug in happily. Her eyes closing in delight when she took a bit of her egg using a slice of her toast to soak up some of the yolk as she ate along.

The man studied her for a moment before decided to mimic her actions.

And when her kettle went off, she paused and stood from her seat. Rushing over to turn off the stove and rushed to make her tea so that her food wouldn't get to cold. When she sat back down the man broke the silence.

"So, mortal where exactly are we?"

Taking a bite of her toast she silently scoffed, eating the rest quickly she signed As far as what I DO know is that we are somewhere in the Province of Quebec in the country of Canada.

"Canada?" he repeated, his obvious English accent rolling over the word carefully "I am afraid I never heard of such a land." finished with his meal the dark haired man pushed his plate away "But what do you mean 'as far as you know?'"

She shrugged her shoulders, also finishing her meal.

I have been in this house for a long time I have never left it since I first came here.

He sat up a little more straighter "Are you a captive?" he questioned, genuine curiosity in his tone.

No, I am...ill...my father said that being here was for my good health and safety.

He didn't really seem to believe her words "One shouldn't lie to me mortal." he chided. But when she gave him on of her sincere doe eyed expression he let it drop. She was surely not lying to him. She didn't have anything to hide really.

Mortal isn't my name you know! And why do you keep using the term mortal? You're a man yourself aren't you? And what's a Midgardian? she shot at him. Her hands moving quickly to form the words, though she had to spell out Midgardian slowly so he could understand.

He casually took a sip of his coffee. "I use the word mortal because that is what you are, and Midgardian is a term for those who reside in the realm of Midgard." A cold knowing smile worked his way onto his lips, the dark expression on his face making her shiver. "And I am no ordinary man my dear, I am a God" he corrected.

The girl's breath hitched when she took a sip of her tea. Eyes watering she coughed, making odd strangled noises as she choked on her drink. Her tiny fist hitting her chest as she placed her mug down.

A God? You can't be serious!

"I do not jest!" he growled, he swiped his hand out in frown of him. And with a loud 'pop' some items showed up in midair, falling onto the counter in a cluttering mess. The girl nearly falling out of her chair in shock. Her mouth opening and closing in shock. How the hell did he do that!? A God? Impossible! But then again she had witness him falling from the sky from a height that would had killed a normal man. It could also explain the weird armor that she had kept in a storage room.

Who are you? she found herself asking, a question she had been wanting to ask all week but was to timid to say.

His angered expression wavered, simmering down into a more prideful one "I am Loki of Asgard."

Loki...Asgard...didn't really ring any bells in her head. So she just stared at him blankly. It seemed to annoy him when he didn't get any response for her, so he settled for narrowing his gaze at her "And you are?" he pressed. She blushed when she realized she had not introduced herself.

My name is... She had to spell out her name carefully, her hand forming into the shape of the letters each sign represented.

It took him a moment to understand.

"Irene..."

A the corner of her eyes crinkled when she gave him the biggest smile she could muster. Pleased that she finally knew her guest's name, but Loki was a fitting name she thought. It was one of unique origins, and if he was a God she would have to look up his names in her Library. Her mythology selection wasn't to large like her collection of art and music but she should have them nonetheless. So for now she settled with...

It's a pleasure to meet you, Loki.

Not the best chapter I've written buuuuuuuut it'll have to do. Wow I can't believe it took me so long to finish this. It's past five in the morning here, which is crazy since the sun will be up in just a few hours. But there's nothing that coffee can't fix!

So now we have a name for the girl! I settled on Irene, because I found it to be a lovely name.

So SHIELD and Jane/Darcy/Erik seem aware of Loki's presence on Earth but they don't know just who it is yet. So lets see how this goes, so many of you guys would wonder why the hell I would have this take place in Canada of all places? Because setting Loki in the States or England is just to common so I decided I would just set him up in French Canada.

Anyways I best be off to bed my dears,

love and review~