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Chapter 4: Chance of Fate

Things become a little different since he had comforted the little mortal after she was struck brutally by her own father the next day. He could hardly think of a moment of when she was not close by at his side. It irked him in some ways but she was being more helpful then bothersome. He was sitting at the island seated upon a bar stool, watching her fret about the kitchen gathering ingredients for their morning meal. She said that she was going to make him 'Pancakes' telling him that it was sinful that he had never had any. He found himself unable to deny her, not when he could always see her marred cheek every time she looked his way. Loki frowned when he eyed the nasty large bruise on her face, it became a sickening dark black and blue a few hours after she was wounded. He felt repulsed by the man who inflicted it on his own offspring; now he may not carry a love for humans but Loki never believed that no matter what species or realm they hailed from he would never strike a woman.

Ever.

Frigga had raised him better than that. Aside from cutting off Sif's hair and a few playful pranks on some of the maids (some Noble ladies as well) in the palace Loki considered himself a Gentleman.

Well...he couldn't really be a Gentleman he had considered killing Irene a few times along with some of those female Agents that were over the other day. So under the normal circumstances he would be a Gentleman. Resting his cheek in the palm of his hand the God huffed in boredom "How long will it take for you to complete our meal?" He drawled. His little mortal caretaker was in the middle of pouring some white powder into a bowel, some of the said powder got on her cheek when she wiped her chestnut hair away from her face.

Ten minutes once I get started, you asking me every few minutes won't make the food appear faster Loki.

"If you'd let me use my magic it would have been faster to obtain." He replied, studying his nails lazily before turning his attention back to her. "I have things that need to be done I do not have time to sit and twiddle my thumbs waiting for you to cook meals since you always insist you cook."

She brushed off his chilled tone with relative ease, her lips turning upwards just slightly. With practice precision she cracked two eggs open and added it into the bowel, tossing the eggshells into the sink when she was done with them.

Not all of us have the advantage of magic. She reprimanded. It is easier I do agree, I enjoy watching you perform your tricks but cooking for someone else brings me some sense of joy. So for as long as your in my house I will cook for you...you're my guest after all and I want you to be comfortable.

Loki shifted in his seat when her russet eyes stared him down. She did indeed look happy by doing such a pointless task, not even the servants back on Asgard looked as joyful as she by cooking for him. And maybe this was why he found this mortal girl so tolerable. She never complained, never seemed frightened of him, never crowded him and seemed respectable towards him as many should.

"You make it sound like you've been alone nearly your whole life."

I was.

Both fell into silence. Irene returning to her cooking as she measured the amount of milk she needed, adding it in with the other ingredients. She skillfully worked at battering the pancake mix, everything mixed together until it was thick and almost creamy looking. Loki watched on as she fixed their meal, her back was turned to him as she worked with the stove. He could nearly feel her sorrow radiating off her in waves. Her hound whining softly when it sensed the sudden change of mood, he padded over to her side. Shepard sniffed at her before rubbing his head on her leg, his tail wagging back and forth which earned a silent chuckle from Irene the only give away was the shaking of her slim shoulders.

After her hard labor she produced two steaming plates of stacked pancakes. The smell invaded the God's nose, the aroma making his mouth water with hunger. She placed both the plates down, one in front of him and the other across from him so she could still talk with him. He grasped his fork ready to dig in but before he could even touch his pancakes the young mortal slapped his hand away.

"What?" He snapped irritably.

She held up a finger, asking him to wait for a moment when she turned and started to search in the little space she called the pantry. She ruffled in there for a few more seconds until she returned to him. A bottle of gold-ish brown liquid in her hands, the label said 'maple syrup' in bold red letters. Both his brows raised when she opened the bottle and turned it upside down in her grasp. She smothered her pancakes with it, her tongue poking out in childish concentration until she was pleased with the amount she got. She handed him the bottle next, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she dug into her meal. She was nearly bouncing in her seat with how giddy it made her.

Try it! I promise you won't regret it!

He shot her a doubtful look. His pancakes already looked fine as they were...but seeing how she gorged her breakfast down like it was her last meal...

Loki brought the bottle to his nose, his senses picking up a very sweet scent from the syrup in the bottle. It didn't smell to bad, he scowled at the mortal when she watched him with amusement. Mimicking what she done he watched as the syrup spread as he poured a decent amount on his food. Turning the bottle upright he screwed the cap back on and placed it away from him. Picking up his fork once more he dug into his food, a silent blissful sigh leaving him. The pancakes seemed to melt in his mouth, and the syrup added a unique flavor to them.

If anything she is useful just by cooking if only Asgard had these so called pancakes ...

"These are rather marvelous." He relented. Irene flashed him a pleased smile with a look that said 'I told you so!'.

When they finished their meal Loki waited as Irene cleaned, dried, and put away the dishes. She made quick work of it, and fed the dog once she was done. Glancing at the clock that hung on the wall he saw it wasn't even near the noon hour yet. Plenty of time to get things done, though he wouldn't dare venture into the near by town so long as S.H.I.E.L.D. was in the area in the hours of daylight. Oddly enough Loki didn't want to leave Irene alone just yet, not if there could be the lingering treat of her father still around.

"So you are a symphonist?" He stood up, today Loki decided to wear his casual Asgardian clothing of a simple moss green tunic and black trousers.

Yes, you can say that.

He followed her outside, wincing when the sunlight blinded him for just a short moment. Blinking a few times to get adjusted to the brightness he saw Irene go near her steed's pen. She greeted the creature by rubbing its neck lovingly, then continued her task of providing it food. Curious about the large Thoroughbred he got closer to the fence that kept the giant horse in. It was indeed an impressive horse, without much thought he simply hopped into the pen. Missing Irene's look of shock. The horse snorted at the sudden intrusion, its ears flattening against its head as its tail flicked once. Pausing for just a moment Loki slowly tip toed around the creature, his hands held up in a submissive pose. "There, there..." he cooed "I won't harm you..."

He froze when the massive horse turned his way, it stomped it's massive right hoof into the ground and snorted again.

"What did you say the name of your steed was?" he asked Irene suddenly.

She nearly dropped her pitchfork when he addressed her, her she raised her hand to spell out his name.

Joey.

"Joey." Loki repeated.

The horse's ears perked up at the sound of his name. His large brown eyes peering back at him, Loki smiled. Raising a single pale hand he reached out for the horse, it swung its head back and whinnied.

"It's alright Joey..." he comforted, "There is nothing to fear from me."

Joey nickered in response to his soft words. And with that Loki was able to finally reach the proud beast, his hand trailing up from it's muzzle, to it's forehead, his brushing along the endearing white star at the center. The large animal leaned its massive head forward, breathing in his scent loudly and huffed. He couldn't help but chuckle, his other free hand coming up to cup the underside of the animal's jaw. "There's a good boy." he praised lightly. He almost nearly forgotten about the mortal girl who was staring at the scene with awe, he noticed her when she rested her pitchfork against the fence.

You seem overly fond of horses. She stated.

"I've always had a love of them, I had my own steed back on Asgard...his name was Léttfeti." Loki trailed his fingers through Joey's mane, his eyes going unfocused as he thought of Asgard. A pinch of homesickness started to form in his stomach, Léttfeti had been such a loyal companion for years. Who was taking care of him while he was stuck on Midgard? Probably Frigga...

Loki blinked when he felt something against his forehead. Joey taking the liberty to try and eat his hair, but the God thwarted him by gently swatting him away. "Joey that isn't very nice." he teased. Holding out his hand an apple appeared in it thanks to his magic, he offered it to the gentle beast. It seemed pleased with the offered gift and started to much away at it.

Once he fed the horse he gave it one last pat and jumped back out of the pen. Brushing off little bits of horse hair that gathered on his tunic.

Irene came into his view, her hands clasped behind her back as she regarded him with her large eyes. She was looking at him, her brows furrowed and her lips set into a solid line. She seemed to be concentrating on him, it made him raise a brow by how bold she seemed. But then she softened, her shoulders relaxing as she gave him a tender look.

You should smile more often Loki it makes you look much better.

He blinked. Had he been smiling? He had no recollection of it.

"Don't be ridiculous, mortal." he scoffed.

Irene.

"Oh whatever!"

\oooo/

To see Loki smiling was indeed shocking.

Never had she thought the Trickster God had it in him. But when he smiled it brought an odd fluttering sensation in her heart. It made him seem young and carefree, that it was a very refreshing sight to behold. The Asgardian always seemed so gloomy and dark. She never did count those tiny smirks he'd give as an actual smile but seeing a genuine one coming from him was nice. To think all she had to do was bring him out to see Joey to get him to smile and even share a little something about his past to her freely was an accomplishment that she could say she was proud of.

When she grinned she couldn't help but wince and bring her hand up to her cheek to stop the slight stinging sensation she felt. And immediately Loki's hard gaze softened towards her.

"How is your cheek?"

She gave him a sad puppy look, her lips pouting. She let her lower lip quiver, she managed to keep her eyes open which allowed them to get watery. And to her inner merriment it made the God shuffle uncomfortably as if he didn't know what to do. The God seemed to have a dislike for crying girls.

"Irene," He muttered "it's not that bad just a little swollen...a bit of ice would do you some good."

Out of no where the God before her raised his hand, brushing the back of his chilled knuckles against her injured cheek that it nearly startled her. His touch didn't last for nearly a second before his hand was at his side. His expression seemed to be carefully blank.

I suppose you're right. She decided it would be wise not to bring up what just happened a second ago.

I wonder what that was about...?

After the odd events of the morning the two of them went their separate ways. Irene favoring her studio and Loki returning to her library to study the world atlas again. She had no idea why he would want to study the maps of the Earth but she didn't have time to dwell on it. She had been busy before the unexpected arrival of the Norse God who just magically stumbled into her life. She was in the middle of composing one of the most spectacular symphonies of the century. It was her task that her father had given her since she was young. If Irene remembered correctly her mother was so proud, and so was her father.

He had loved her once.

It hurt her deeply when her father brought her here to this house, and leaving her to her lonesome. She was lucky to convince him to let her have her animals for any form of companionship. She could vaguely recall that she had a sister somewhere but she was only seven at the time so her memory was faint when it came to her estranged sibling. When she composed she was at peace, she was happy with all of her beautiful instruments when she played. But she was so sad at the same time, only her father and her doctor were the only two human interactions that she ever had. Joey, Shepard, and her music was her life. Until Loki literally came falling from the sky.

Aside from being rude, arrogant, and a trickster she really liked him. She could tell from the start that he was a smart and intelligent man. Her first real human company in thirteen years. Well...Loki wasn't really human but he still counted as a person despite being a Alien. She couldn't bring herself to be angry with him yesterday when he left her private studio. She feared that he witnessed her father striking her down, which was why the God seem to offer her a sense of comfort. He held her for what seemed like hours until she passed out from exhaustion. She had woken up in her bed the next day still in the clothes she wore the previous day and tucked in comfortably under the sheets. And in that one moment, she knew that underneath that cold exterior that Loki was kind.

Perhaps stumbling upon Loki was fate?

Irene never thought about things such as fate or destiny.

It was a childish thing to think about. But she was a fool by just simply dreaming as such. It would be nice if Loki would see her as a friend. Just thinking of a friendship with the God brought a smile to face and lifted her spirits.

Maybe...I could help Loki get back to Asgard.

Would Loki want help from a ill mute girl like her? Thinking about it made her good mood sink. She wasn't the best candidate for a noble quest of returning the Prince back to his home. Far from it, she was weak and sick all the time. She was sure if she traveled a little distance away she would heel over in exhaustion.

Irene ran her fingers over the keys of her piano. The instrument producing a melodious sound that filled her quiet studio. She didn't feel like composing today...

Stupid distracting Gods.

She sighed in defeat. She wasn't going to get anything done today. Pushing away from her piano she just up and left her studio, not even bothering to close the door now since she had brought Loki in yesterday. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

So speaking of a God she went to join him in the Library. And predictably so he was hunched over books.

Eyes straying over to the old grandfather clock it was a quarter to eight. Both of them had missed lunch, being so caught up in their work. Tapping her nails on the table she grasped the attention of the man before her, eyeing the book he was reading questionably.

A book about wormholes?

Loki nodded his head, being surprisingly civil as he revealed more of the book to her "It's almost very similar in how we perceive the Bifrost, it works in a similar fashion connecting our realm to another allowing fast travel." Irene's eyes scanned the page, very much intrigued by all of this. "The only theory that comes rather close to it would be the Einstein-Rosen Bridge and when I say close I mean brilliantly so."

Irene frowned as she brought the book closer to her. But Einstein and Nathan Rosen wanted to rid physics of singularities–points where mathematical quantities become infinite or otherwise ill-defined–such as the concept of a particle that has all its mass concentrated into an infinitely small geometrical point. Schwarzschild was another scientist who also brought up another similar theory but until the modern idea of a black hole was broached not many understood his solution until then.

She pursed her lips together, pondering on their theories. She had read their books, studied their theories, heck when she was bored she wrote some of her own but she wasn't one to claim herself to be a genius of physics or anything. And why did it feel like something was burning into her? Ripping her eyes away from the pages of the book she peered over at her companion who was staring at her so intently it felt like his eyes could set her on fire.

"You seem to know more than what you let on..." Loki rumbled, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at her.

Irene stood up straight, a nervous smile on her lips as she hand her hands up in surrender. He wasn't amused by her little display, so she let out a quiet sigh.

Well what do you want me to say Loki? I've been locked here for years of course I read every single book here, father called me genius so in a way I guess I am one. I compose music...nothing more and nothing less.

The intensity of his eyes didn't seem to die down, and it made her heart flutter nervously.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Irene reached into her pocket quickly, glad that Loki was no longer so focused on her as she pulled out a tiny watch. Silencing it swiftly as she looked at the time.

"What is that?" The God questioned.

Time for my medication. She replied. Her good mood sinking into nothing.

Irene didn't wait for his response when she turned and left the library. Taking her medicine was the worse thing in the world, it always tasted so horrible. She knew that it was childish not wanting to take something that made her better but she hated it all the more. Going into her bedroom she headed straight for the connected bathroom digging into her medicine cabinet and pulling out the white paper bag that Mrs. Labelle had left her the day before. Procuring four orange bottles from the bag she set them down on the counter top, tossing the bag away in a little trash bin before obtaining her cup that she left there (for her medicine only) and filled it up with water.

Setting it aside for now she popped off the caps of all the little orange bottles, taking a pill from each. Pausing for a moment she gazed down at them in the palm of her hand. How many years did she have to take these? Since she has been living here? It felt like an eternity...

Her hand trembled when she brought them closer to her mouth.

Come on now Irene...deep breath and try not to think about it.

Throwing the pills into her mouth she tilted her head back, grabbing the cup of water. She took two large gulps, nearly gagging when the pills worked their way down her throat. Her eyes watered at the horrid taste they left behind, her stomach gurgling in protest. Slamming the cup down she took gasps of air. Shuddering and fighting down the urge to puke it all back up.

She stayed hunched over the sink. Her small hands curling into fists as she waited for the nausea to pass.

\oooo/

Puente Antiguo, New Mexico...

Jane lowered the phone away from her ear, hitting the end call button.

"Well?" Her friend Darcy asked, leaning over the table looking at her friend worriedly. Erik stood a couple of feet away, pretending to work on something but they all knew that he was listening in to the whole thing as well.

"Thor wasn't there." Jane answered, her voice was so small.

Coulson had just called. Telling Jane about everything, about going to see this young girl named Irene Hawkins. The name nearly shocked the hell out of her but she didn't really think much about it. But Coulson said that he would remain in Canada for a little longer to search the remaining area in search of anything out of the ordinary in case Thor was there. Jane helped very little saying that the ground where the Bifrost touched left a mark behind. She hoped that they could find it and say it was indeed the Bifrost that set off the scanners.

Since making a contract with S.H.I.E.L.D. Jane was grateful when they provided the technology for her research. If it wasn't Thor, then she would have continue on her device and hope that it would work.

Darcy scooted her seat closer. Her hand rubbing her friend's back in a attempt to comfort her "There, there Jane I'm sure they'll find something and if not you'll become the most badass scientist in all of history when you find a way to travel between worlds!"

Jane dropped the phone on her desk, feeling a little melancholy.

"He promised he'd come back..." she whispered, her brown eyes filling up with tears.

"Jane don't cry!" Darcy pleaded, patting Jane's back awkwardly now "You know I don't do well with tears!" She snapped her head over and looked at Erik, her eyes widening at him as she tilted her head towards Jane a few times and hissed under her breath "Erik! Don't just stand there and help me!"

"U-ugh..!" Selvig stuttered, placing down some papers. He made his way over, wisely avoiding Darcy as he tried to console his young charge. Kneeling down he grasped her hands "Jane, I know you want him back..." he started clumsily "We all do but Thor may be...busy...or something but when he has time or when he is ready he'll come back like he promised and when he does I'm sure it will all fall into place sooner or later."

His words managed to have the desired effect when Jane started to weakly smile.

"Alright." She brushed the tears away, a smile fully blooming on her face. "Let's get started shall we?"

"That's the spirit!" Darcy cheered, pumping her fist into the air. Giving Erik a thumbs up.

Jane turned back to her work, her face set to determination. If Thor wouldn't come to her then she would have to go to Thor.

\oooo/

It was late in the evening now. The sun leaving them for another day only to return tomorrow. Loki lazily sat back in 'his' chair in the library. Holding out his hand in front of him, a flame flickering in the palm of his hand as he messed around with his magic. The little fire turned different colors at first, and then changed in size. And in the surrounding darkness Loki's eyes glimmered, their emerald hues almost looking obsidian thanks to the flame. He's been alone for three hours now. His mortal caretaker went off to have her medicine and never returned.

She is not what she seems...

He had left the books he had been studying on the table, scattered and open. Irene's words echoed in his head. He may have underestimated her intelligence also, the surprises the mortal gave him were starting to get annoying.

'Father called me genius...'

Was she truly a genius? Loki always held intelligence over brawn, the mind always over muscle. Not many on Asgard was as nearly as intelligent as him, while the Asgardians overpowered their enemies he only simply outwit them. Irene was a different type of intelligence...

Loki clenched his pale hand, snuffing out the fire. The only light in the room now was the light from the moon, basking the world in it's silver glow.

Irene was a Midgardian. Much like Jane Foster. Both mortal women and both to be considered a genius for their species. Jane was a woman of science, and Irene was a woman of the arts. Jane may have dominated Astrophysics but Irene was mistress of symphonies, and she could possibly have the ability to learn if given the chance. The Norse God wondered why that insufferable man, Mr. Hawkins, hid such a prodigious child? What has Irene done in ordered to be locked away in this house? Away from other mortals only to make music by her father's orders and to be seen by one doctor who assisted with her 'illness'.

There is more to the mystery of Irene Hawkins.

Standing, he went over to the large windows. Tomorrow he decided that he would start doing some reconnaissance and locate Foster. His magic should be fully restored by now, if he was lucky he could make a duplicate and teleport it to New Mexico. He would remain here, it would be wise to keep this place as a form of Headquarters. And it wouldn't be so bad to learn more about the mortal.

He could tolerate her much better these days now that his rage receded back...for now.

So tonight Loki tasked himself with scouting the perimeter of Irene's land. He found some traces of S.H.I.E.L.D. left behind, some devices that he was unsure what they were used for and wisely left them alone. It would only further the organization's suspicion if he were to tamper with them in any way. And he was curious as to where he was, he knew that he shouldn't go because of S.H.I.E.L.D. but since it was late he didn't see the harm of just taking a sneak peek once he deemed the land around Irene's home safe.

He used the tracks of the cars the mortals used yesterday to find his way to the town they were staying and when he found it his opinion of the town came swiftly.

The town was...tiny.

It seemed to be a residential area. No windows were lit, signifying that the occupants inside were sleeping. And with the darkness he could hardly see the surrounding area due to the trees unless he found a field of crops. Loki mostly stuck to the shadows. Avoiding street lights as much as possible, during his exploration there had been two vehicles that had passed by. One of them belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D.

He couldn't resist scowling when they drove by his hiding place.

But in the end he finally he was rewarded for his efforts in finding out where exactly he was stranded.

Stanbridge East.

According to some sort of association it was considered one of Quebec's most 'beautiful' Villages. He nearly wanted to laugh at that, a village was just a village there was nothing grand about them. Perhaps the view of nature was nice yes but there was nothing magnificent here that made it beautiful. Villages and Towns were for the peasant folk of more humbler origins while their rulers lived in vast cities. Whoever was the ruler of Canada must indeed be considered righteous and fair if he or she kept such a large Country like this afloat.

From what he saw on the Atlas there were many Countries. So there must be many rulers, all of it so tedious. Why couldn't they just put all of mankind under one banner and call it a day?

Perhaps while he was on Midgard he can look into different forms of Midgardian politics and customs. The expression 'know thy enemy' popped into his mind as he strolled lazily across a bridge. The river water below was calm, but there was a little waterfall further away...man made perhaps? But next to it there was a charming little mill. Loki stopped to take in the sight before him.

The sound of the water and the chirping of crickets seemed almost calming. The moon reflecting off the water also gave this spot a rather spectacular view. The wheel of the mill spun slowly.

"Jamais je n'ai eu de plus belle vision."

Loki snapped his head over to the right, nearly giving himself a whiplash when he sighted small old man next to him.

Where in the nine realms did you come from!?

Once again someone had managed to sneak up on him. This small mortal was not a threat, he realized. This old man was gazing out at the old mill, his hands resting on top of some sort of wooden cane. His face wrinkled with age, and his eyes framed by thick large glasses. He could have been taller to if he wasn't slightly hunched, he was dressed in a fine suit and on top of his head he wore a hat that covered his snowy white hair. The Midgardian's bushy brows shot up, his laughter bursting forth.

"What is it exactly...that you find so funny?" Loki ground out irritably, the effects of the All-tongue kicking in.

The old man's insufferable chuckling ended "Oh my...I'm sorry young man I did not mean to startle you." he replied, he pointed is cane from the opposite way Loki had came from. "I was on my nightly stroll when I saw your silhouette here on the bridge, I use to stare at that old mill for years when I was your age! I grew up here you know!"

"I don't care about any of that." Loki deadpanned.

"Hmmm..." the old man hummed "I suppose not many of your generation does...but it is nice to see that someone to stop and appreciate something of little significance once in awhile."

"Why would anyone want to deal with something so bland when there are other important things to attend to?" the God wondered. Loki leaned against the rail of the bridge, deciding that he would indulge this elder for a moment.

"The older I get, the more I'm conscious of ways very small things can make a change in the world. Tiny little things, but the world is made up of tiny matters, isn't it?" The old man followed Loki's example and leaned against the bridge as well. "So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

The tiny old man gave out a hearty laugh once more. "Forgive me young man! Being old makes me ramble all the more these days."

"It's fine..." Loki mumbled. His mind going over the old man's words thoughtfully.

"Well, don't let me bother you further I best get home before the wife starts to worry!"

The both politely bid the other good night and Loki stayed, watching the old man who so briefly came into his life suddenly leave.

I best get back...

Returning to Irene's home he was pleased to see that there were no lights on. Meaning Irene was still in bed and didn't check up on him tonight. He entered the house, closing and locking the door behind him while shushing Shepard who growled at him at first. Once the dog was silence he returned to his chambers, closing the door behind him softly and kicked off his boots.

Going to the bed he threw back the covers and crawled in.

Getting himself comfortable and tucked in he stared at the outside through the window once more before finally allowing himself to be claimed by a dreamless sleep.

Well there ya go, Chapter 4 is a wrap. Though I gotta say I'm not really satisfied with this one...or well maybe just the end of it but that's just me I'll let you readers judge on this. So Loki is going to finally work on trying to get to Jane and find a way home, very useful when you can send copies of yourself around yes? Well not really is known about Loki's ability to teleport in the Marvel movies I mean the methods that Loki may use may not be entirely easy. But that's a theory to think of another time, and he seems to be studying physics lol.

And of course the new little info I'm tossing of Irene out there.

All in due time the pieces of Irene's past will come together but until then it's best if things would slowly come together. Now I am sure a few of you are laughing by now because of a little scene early in this Chapter. Irene's horse: Joey! Now...your guesses are right that it is indeed Joey from War Horse! A little Easter egg that ties Tom Hiddleston's role as Loki and as Captain James Nicholls that I thought would be fun to throw in there for no reason! Just a little bit of fun really...

Loki's own steed on the other hand: Léttfeti is indeed an actual horse in Norse Mythology his name meaning Light footed of Swift footed or something like that he is one of the great many horses of the Gods...but no one really knows who its rider is so I decided to let it be Loki's.

Now...as for physics that I decided to throw in there like the Einstein-Rosen bridge theory I'm not really much the master of physics but I did try as hard as possible to make sense in some way...I mean it's just nothing but a wormhole which pretty much sums up the Bifrost...

And as for the old man his french: Jamais je n'ai eu de plus belle vision. is what could be translated to "I had never seen a more beautiful sight."

Also the Location...Stanbridge East. It is actually a small little village in Quebec, very small. A little bit South East of Montreal...it's considered one of Quebec's beautiful little villages (not really sure I was born in Montreal myself but I was raised in the States for thirteen years so my French is utterly horrible so translating was a bitch!).

So I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter and will stick around for the next~ love and review.

love,

Shizu