Hi! Some of you may have noticed I changed my K+ rating to T rated. That's because of this chapter, but really don't expect to much from it...

ENJOY! ( I had a lot of fun writing it!)

Chapter 2

Loki sighed. This couldn't be happening. He looked skywards.
"Heimdall! Open the Bifröst!"

Loki waited, but nothing happened.
"Heimdall! I demand you to open the Bifröst!" Loki shouted angrily, but still, nothing happened.

"Heimdall! Obey your King and open the Bifröst!" Nothing…

The young king walked around the circle the Bifröst had left on the ground. Frigga had taught Loki how to read the symbols of the Bifröst. Based on the old runes you could find out the place of departure and arrival and other stuff like the time needed to make the journey, the distance, …
If something was wrong with the Bifröst itself, Loki would be able to read it in the circle. Everything seemed to be in order. Nothing wrong.
Heimdall had send him to Earth on purpose!
Loki had to admit; it couldn't been easy for Heimdall to deny an order of his king. But on the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time…

The only other possibility was that Heimdall was killed or now unable to use the Bifröst, for example: frozen at the entrance…
No, Loki understood Heimdall's actions, kind off. Heimdall wanted him to tell Thor. Something that wasn't going to happen!

"You're a pathetic little man, Heimdall! Open the Bifröst now and I won't press any charges against you!" Loki called out. No answer.

"You're a fool! I am your King! Open the Bifröst! You really think you're little plan is going to work?"
Nothing…

Loki growled angrily and looked down at his sceptre which was still in his right hand. Why did he even bring that useless thing? How could he be so stupid? The sceptre could set the Bifröst in motion by itself! He had given in to his own desire without thinking, too afraid of the unforgotten memories in Asgard. Now he was stuck on this bloody planet an even worse: Asgard had no king! The Captain was a good man, but he was no king. How long would it take for him to crave for more power?

Loki casted one last furious look at the sky.
Don't lose it now… Use your brain! he said to himself. Heimdall would – possibly - only open the Bifröst for Thor and to achieve that, Loki needed to tell his brother the truth.
Another option was to wait for the next patrol to come down, but that would at least take a month since the last patrol had just come back. Besides, Heimdall would possibly send them to the other side of the city. By the time Loki would have found them it would be – presumably – too late again. Loki wasn't even sure Heimdall would send any more patrols down. He could see everything easily from his place in the Bifröst. The only reason Loki had send the patrols down instead of just asking Heimdall, was to stop his brother from coming to Asgard if necessary.

Loki sighed and cursed under his breath. He was back where he had started. The young king looked up again and fixed his light grey eyes on the perfect blue sky.

"One last chance, Heimdall! I command you to open the Bifröst. You are committing treason of the biggest sort! Odin may have been easy on you, but I am not him! If I really need to, I can replace you a thousand times!"
Loki knew that that last thing was a lie. You couldn't just replace someone like Heimdall, but it was worth trying.

"If anything happens to Asgard while I'm gone, it's all on you! Ask yourself, my friend, can you take the blame? Asgard and his inhabitants are not save without a real king!"

Loki kept shouting everything he could think of, but nothing he said seemed to impress the guardian. Suddenly, Loki saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned around and stood face to face with an old Midgardian. The old man looked at him with big watery eyes full of confusion out of the window of his pick-up. He was wearing a straw hat and seemed to be chewing on some sort of reed. His chin was covered in stubbles. Loki shivered. That was the second human being who succeeded to sneak up on him and to be honest, he liked the first one a lot more than this old, ugly fool. He hadn't even realised he had landed nearby a dusty road.
Loki realised he had been standing shouting at the sky, waving around a ridiculous sceptre, wearing his usual clothes. Not to mention the strange markings on the ground, but still he looked at the man and said in his most Loki-alike voice: "What are you looking at?"

The man seemed to hesitate and Loki got the feeling the Midgardian didn't recognize him.

"How old are you, son, 'cuz you seem like one of those weirdo youngsters who dress up like these so called superheroes…"

Loki looked bewildered.
"Excuse me! You think I'm one of you? A puny Midgardian? How dare you!"

The man didn't seem taken back. He just raised his eyebrows and set back in his chair.
"All right, all right, pretty boy! It was only a question!"

"Pretty what!" Loki shouted. This Midgardian had nerve… whatever pretty boy meant.
"You think it's smart to challenge me, old man?" he added in his most creepy voice.

The old man finally seemed to be getting scared.
"Calm down, feller, I was thinking about offering you a ride, but now I just think you're a fucking psychopath! See ye!"

Before Loki could say anything else, the man drove off like a bullet from a gun and disappeared in the distance. It took Loki quite some time before he understood what just had happened.
"Smart, Loki, really smart…" he muttered. That was his chance to get away from here!

Loki rubbed his eyes. Shouting to Heimdall didn't have any use. He had to come up with a plan. If only he could find a way to let Thor open the Bifröst without him finding out the truth…
Suddenly, an idea sprang to the young king's mind. It wasn't perfect, but he could work out the rest once he had arrived on Asgard. If needed he would spend some more time in disguise.
The plan was simple. He would change his appearance to Odin's. He would find Thor and tell him, disguised as the Allfather, he had found out about his grandchild and he really wanted to meet her after all this years. Afterwards he would persuade Thor in coming with him, back to Asgard. Thor would open the Bifröst. Heimdall wouldn't be able to ignore an order from his favourite prince. Otherwise Thor would think something was wrong and Loki was certain Heimdall didn't want Thor to worry to much.

Now he only needed… A ride! Far away, Loki heard a car getting near. He had to think fast. Loki changed himself into a common, young Midgardian en hid the strange circle with a simple illusion. Now he only needed to wait. When the car came closer Loki stepped in the middle of the road. The car stopped and a middle-aged man leaned out of the window.

"What's your problem? Standing in the middle of the road!" he called out with a hoarse voice. The man's piercing blue eyes investigated every inch of Loki and his surroundings. Loki did the same. In his opinion this guy must have been handsome according to human standards, because he made him think of Thor with his blond hair, bright eyes and muscled body. But above all he looked incredibly stupid. Perfect!

The young king had to try hard not to shout at the man like he had done before with the old guy. He cleared his mind.
Come on, Loki he spoke to himself. Get yourself together! You never had any problem with pretending…
Loki cleared his throat.

"I was just wondering if I could get a ride to the city. My girlfriend just dropped me here in the middle of nowhere…" he said grinning stupidly.
"So much fuss about a stupid misunderstanding… women, you know...nothing but trouble"

The man grinned back and Loki knew he was dealing with a complete idiot. The young king knew better than to insult a woman, but that could be the result of living alongside Sif his whole life…

"Yeah man, no kidding…" the man answered. Again he looked at Loki like he was searching for something.
"That's why I don't date chicks, dude, I prefer our own kind… if you know what I mean", he added in a whisper.

It took some time for Loki to understand what the guy before him had just said. An rather awkward thought crossed his mind and one wink of the man confirmed his fears. He should of known it was just too good to be true… Loki closed his eyes.
Typical… Why does this had to happen to me… he thought. Why can't things just be easy for once…
Loki opened his eyes again and found the man staring at him again with a hungry kind of look in his eyes.
The young king sighed. Oh, well, what other choice did he have… How bad could it be…

Loki forced his face into what he hoped to be a flirting smile. "I think we understand each other…" he answered in a whisper while he walked to the car. The man grinned.

"I think you just got yourself a free ride to New York…" he said.
Loki had to do his best not to run away. Instead he walked over to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat down next to the driver.

"You know, I never expected to meet someone like me in a place like this…" the gay man said throwing a flirty look on his new passenger.

Loki forced himself to keep up the smile.
"Let's call it fate…" the young king answered.

The man giggled in a rather girly way and drove off.
"So what's your name, beauty?" he asked.

Loki's eyes grew big. What did that idiot just call him? He looked out of the window, hiding his face from the man.
"Tony…", Loki answered shortly, saying the first name that came up in his mind. The man next to him giggled again.

"What a beautiful name… I'm Stuart… Stuart Jhonson… So what brings an innocent feller like you to a city as New York?"

Loki got the feeling he had to throw up. Couldn't this guy just shut up!
"I'm visiting … my brother…" he said, immediately hating himself for calling Thor his brother.

"Hmmm, what about your brother…" Stuart said throwing meaningful looks at his passenger. Loki needed all his strength to keep himself from laughing. The smile that appeared on his face seemed to be the answer to Stuart's question.

"I see," he said mysterious, "maybe we could meet each other one of these days… what's his name?"

Loki looked out of the window again. Even his splendid, deceiving, acting skills were no match for this.
"Bruce…", Loki answered, again saying the first name coming to his mind.

"Another beautiful name…", Stuart said dreamily.

A short silence filled the car. Loki was delighted to see them driving into New York. He wanted to get out of this car as fast as possible, but on the other hand… The young king didn't know a thing about New York accept that it was huge. It only seemed logical to drive all the way to Thor's house.
On second thought, maybe not. It seemed safer if this guy didn't know where Loki was going…
Loki tried to remember where the patrols said Thor lived. All he knew was that Thor visited Stark Tower every now and then an that he liked to spend time in Central Park.

"So where do I need to drop you of?" Stuart asked while they were waiting for a red light to turn green again. Loki was still making up his mind and Stuart saw his chance.

"You can always come to my place if you like!"

Loki swallowed and quickly declined the offer.
"No, thank you. My brother is waiting for me at Central Park."

Stuart looked quite disappointed. The light changed green again and he turned right. Loki was almost certain he was taking a longer way and that he wasn't going to give up that fast.

"Maybe we could meet again sometime…" Stuart continued while letting an old woman cross the street, ignoring all the angry faces around him.

"Yeah maybe, I would like that…" Loki forced himself to say. He was getting nervous of this man's slowness.

"Can I have your phone number? So we can hold contact!" Stuart added happily.
Loki was having trouble focussing on the conversation. He wanted to get out of this car right now! Feverishly he tried to remember what a phone number was for…

"I lost my phone yesterday, sorry…" he answered quickly.

"Oh, that's a shame." Stuart went on, driving ten miles slower than he was supposed to be. Loki could see bits of a huge park at the end of the streets they past. Central Park he supposed.

"Your Facebook…. Twitter maybe?"

"I don't have those", Loki said sharply not knowing what any of these things were.

"E-mail? Address?", Stuart continued, now finally turning left toward Central Park. Loki, who still didn't understand a word the man was saying, pretended to look on the digital watch of the radio.

"Daim! I'm already ten minutes late!" he cried out. "I'm sorry, but aren't we there yet?"

Stuart scowled and parked the car near an entrance of Central Park.
"I was just wondering where you live…", he tried again.

Loki opened the door and jumped out of the car.
"Sorry! No time!" he shouted while crossing the street, risking his own life. Right now he just wanted to get the hell out of that car.

"Wait!" Stuart called out desperately.
"Can you at least tell me your last name?"

But Loki had already disappeared between the visitors of Central Park.

I know, it's short, but trust me! The next chapies will be a bit longer...

Just to be clear: Loki's not gay! I'm just trying to show you his perspective on humans. As you can see, he doesn't quite understand how they work and react and therefor Loki goes extreme! :)

Hope you enjoyed it! Review please! ;)