Chapter 3

Here's chapter 3! This chapter was hard to write lol. I'm starting to get an idea of how I want the story to progress to the end. Like I said, I know exactly how I want it to end, but getting there is going to be rough! If you like the story, review! If you hate the story, review! If you have ANY constructive criticism, please review! I LOVE constructive criticism! :D If you have any suggestions or ideas you would like to see in the story, let me know and I'll see what I can do! :D

Later that afternoon, Deidra and Loki went to find new clothes for him. She didn't really have the money to spare, but she bought him about four outfits anyway. They weren't fancy, but they were nice; button up shirts and black pants.

On the way back to Deidra's home, Loki had another sudden pain shoot through his head.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked him in concern.

"I'm fine," he said, but as before, he really didn't know if that was true. He had never experienced a headache like that before. And, as before, he felt lighter and less agitated than he did before the pain started.

They got back to the house and settled down for the evening. Deidra turned on the television to the news. She watched it every day.

Loki wasn't paying attention, but instead reading a book in an armchair.

The news anchor started speaking about the rebuilding of New York City after the alien attack.

That got his attention. He looked up at the screen and saw the destroyed city.

He frowned. He remembered the day he brought the Chitauri down on the city, but it now seemed like a dream, foggy and distorted. Had he really brought down all that destruction?

Deidra noticed his gaze at the television. She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Truthfully she feared him. Yes, she promised to help him, but it was scary to think that either a psychopathic god who tried to conquer Earth or an insane man was a guest in her home, sitting not even three feet away from her.

She sighed. Maybe she was the crazy one, taking him in like she did.

After watching television for a while, she made dinner and then retired to bed. She could hear him moving around in the living room through her shut (and locked!) door. He was still reading, she supposed. She reached under her pillow and felt of the bear mace and kitchen knife underneath. She shook her head at herself and went to sleep.

Loki actually was still reading, but he wasn't really paying attention to the words in the book. What was the book called anyway? Jane Eyre? It didn't matter.

He glanced towards Deidra's closed bedroom door. 'I don't need her,' he thought. 'I can manage just fine on my own.'

He didn't have a plan of action, even after thinking on it all day. He couldn't think of any way to come out on top in his situation. And besides that, he realized all the fight was leaving him with each new headache. His bloodlust was all but gone as well. He wished no harm on the woman anymore.

He had decided, though, that he didn't want to be in the debt of some human woman. He would find a way to survive on his own. He would be fine, he figured. He was intelligent. He'd figure something out.

He decided to leave that night.

He put down the book and found a cloth bag from the kitchen. He put all his new clothes into the bag and walked quietly out of the house and into the night, shutting the door silently behind him.

A shrill noise jarred Deidra out of her sleep. She opened her eyes and realized it was her phone ringing. She looked around. The room was completely dark. What time was it? She checked her alarm clock. It was 3:30 AM.

She groaned and picked up her phone. It was a local number she didn't recognize.

"Hello?" she mumbled, putting the phone to her ear.

"Ms. Deidra Cole?" a man's voice spoke.

"Yes?"

"This is Deputy Long from the Hollow County Sheriff's Department. I have a man here who was arrested a little while ago. He told us to call you. He seems rather unstable."

She frowned. She didn't know anyone who would be arrested or unstable. "Who is it?" she asked, sitting up.

"Uh, well he was yelling that his name is Loki from some town called Askard-Asgard? when we arrested him. He didn't give us a state."

Deidra groaned and buried her face in her hand. "Of course," she said.

"You know him?"

"Yeah," she said. "Unfortunately. What do I need to do?"

"Well we're holding him for assault, resisting arrest, and disorderly conduct," the deputy said. "The victim doesn't want to press charges and frankly he seems to need a psychiatric evaluation, so we're willing to cut him loose if you pay his bail."

She groaned again. "I'll be down there soon," she said.

"Thank you ma'am," he said and hung up.

She got dressed and drove 25 minutes into town to the sheriff's office. She walked into the lobby and spoke with the receptionist. She was then shown through a door and was met by an officer.

"Ms Cole?" He asked.

She nodded. "What happened?"

"We responded to a call about an assault. When we arrived, he had beaten a man pretty badly."

"Oh my god," She said softly, her eyes wide. "Why?"

"Well he's been quite cooperative-after we had to subdue him. He said that the victim tried to rob him and he retaliated. Whether or not that's true is another story. The victim doesn't want to press charges."

"You said he resisted arrest?" Deidra asked.

"Yes" the deputy nodded. "When we arrived and tried to gain control of the situation, he was aggressive towards us and was yelling how he was a god and his name was Loki from Asgard." The cop looked at her. "After I called you I ran that name and nothing came up. However another deputy made mention that he looks an awful lot like that alien-god-man who attacked New York. The name fits as well for it."

Deidra faked a laugh. "Oh no," she said. "He's my...cousin. He's not quite mentally stable. He saw the events on TV and thinks it's really cool to pretend to be that guy. He dyed his hair and everything."

The officer frowned. "What's his name, then?"

She blinked. "His name? Uh yeah...It's Tom," she said quickly, thinking off the top of her head. "Tom Banks. He's actually from...Wales. He's visiting for a while."

"Wales, huh?" The officer said.

"What's his bond?" She asked, changing the subject before she was asked something she couldn't fake her way through.

"3,000," he responded.

She blanched. "Holy crap," she said. She didn't have anywhere near that amount.

She sighed and looked at the deputy. "Can I see him?"

He shrugged. "Sure. This way."

The officer led her down a hallway and through a locked and guarded door. They were in the county jail now. They walked down a hall full of cells. Finally they stopped at a cell door. The deputy pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped back against the far wall.

Deidra saw Loki sitting on the cell bed, looking completely calm and relaxed.

"So you received my phone call," he said pleasantly with a smile.

"Tom," she said stepping inside.

He gave her a quizzical look, but was smart enough to say nothing.

"What in the hell happened?" She asked, wanting his side of the story.

She crossed her arms and waited.

He adjusted his weight and the bed and looked at her. "I was attacked by some man with a knife and I defended myself." He said with a shrug. "He said he wanted money, though I had none."

"So you beat the hell out of him," she said.

He looked at her and gave a small laugh. "I didn't realize defending myself was a crime."

She shook her head. "It's not, but you can't just beat people to a pulp. You need to show self control!" She walked towards him. "They're wanting $3000 for your bail. I don't have it. I have half a mind to let you sit here for as long as they'll keep you!"

He raised an eyebrow. "So you're angry then."

She sighed. "I can't keep spending money on you like this. I can't afford it."

He frowned and looked to the floor. "I understand," he said looking back up at her. "I am not your problem. You did not bargain for this when you agreed to help me. I do understand."

He then gave her a small, yet radiant smile.

Deidra frowned, feeling torn. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't have the money."

"No, no," he said raising a hand. "I do understand. Do what you must. I shall stay here."

If he was trying to play on her guilt and pity, it was working.

She bit her lip and hesitated. She felt horrible, even though she didn't know him very well.
"I'm-I'm sorry," she said quickly and turned and rushed out of the cell before she agreed to something she shouldn't.

The deputy walked to the cell door and shrugged at Loki. "Sorry," he said shutting the door, leaving him sitting on the bed frowning. That hadn't worked out at all like he planned.

Deidra rushed out of the sheriff's office and into the parking lot. She got into her car and drove off into the night back to her home.

As she drove her mind kept going back to how she had just left Loki there in that cell. She had promised to help him, but she had practically abandoned him there.

She shook her head. 'It's not my fault he got himself arrested,' she thought. 'That's his own stupid fault.'

But then again if he were telling the truth about who he was, he may honestly not know how to deal with things on Earth. Maybe going overboard with stuff like that was normal wherever he came from. Maybe?

'Still not my problem,' she argued with herself. 'I don't even know the guy.'

But then again, shouldn't she keep her promise? She had promised to help him. He obviously honestly needed help. Wouldn't she want someone to help her if she was in his situation?

At that moment she passed a billboard for a twenty-four hour bail bondsman that offered title loans.

She rolled her eyes. "I guess it's meant to be," she said, making a sudden U-turn on the deserted road.

"I'm going to so regret this..."