Chapter 4

A new chapter! :D I was reading through my previous chapters and I realized that I made some errors in chapter 1 and chapter 3. I forgot to add in chapter 1 the part where Deidra pulled the bear mace from her bag before she met Loki. I have no idea how I left that out. I could have sworn I wrote it, but that's what I get trying to write with kids lol! And in chapter 3 I had a spelling error.
I hate that I had errors like that. You guys deserve better, so I promise I will go over my chapters with a fine-toothed comb from now on before I publish them! :D And if you find an error, PLEASE let me know!
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Loki sighed and lay down on the cell bed. He let out a growl of frustration and beat the mattress once with his fist. He could have sworn that woman would have changed her mind and let him out. He didn't know what else he could do if she wasn't willing to let him free.

He completely comprehended the gravity of his situation. If someone decided to inform S.H.I.E.L.D. that he greatly resembled the war-criminal Loki (of course he did, he was the war-criminal Loki), he would be in a predicament he wasn't sure that he would be able to get out of.

About an hour later the cell door jarred him out of the doze he had fallen in without realizing. He sat up quickly. An officer stood there expectantly.

"Come on," the officer said. "You get to go."

"What?" He responded groggily blinking the sleep out of his eyes. For a moment he couldn't recall where he was.

"Someone paid your bond. Get up, let's go."

'Well damn,' Loki thought as he stood up and stretched. 'She came through after all.'

He gave a small smile and walked out of the cell behind the man.

He followed him through the halls and into the lobby where Deidra was sitting in wait. The officer shut the door, leaving the two alone.

She didn't look happy at all. She sat in a chair, her legs and arms crossed.

Loki offered a brilliant smile. She returned it with a scowl.

He raise his eyebrows at her expression and dropped the smile. "I am deeply grateful to you," he said honestly.

Deidra stood up. "Let's go," she said coldly and left the building without waiting on him.

He looked after her a moment before following. This was going to be a long ride back to her home.

The car was already running when he got inside and shut the door. She started driving as soon as the door closed. He stared ahead of him, the tension in the air was so thick it was suffocating.

Finally she broke the silence. "You owe me," she said, her voice telling her frustration and annoyance. "You owe me big time. I had to pawn my car title to get you out of jail. You best not ever do something so stupid again!"

He looked at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Nearly no one dared speak to him in that manner. Who did she think she was? She was merely some woman of Midgard and she still spoke to him as if they were equals. 'No,' he corrected himself. She was speaking down to him.

"No one speaks to me in that manner," he said softly with a hint of menace and warning.

"I am," she said looking him square in the eye. "You are under my care. I sprung you from jail. Do you understand what would happen to you if the feds even thought you were the one who tore up New York? They would crucify you. You can't just walk around like you own the place because you don't. You have to keep your head down and stop acting so high and mighty because you're not."

By now Loki was staring at her in astonishment. She was really letting him have it.
'This is unusual,' he thought.

He smiled and gave an amused, breathy laugh. She was earning respect with him.

"What?" She snipped.

"I like this," he said with a smile. "It's exceedingly dull to have everyone walk around me on tiptoe. You are not like the others of Midgard. You have a fire about you and I like that."

She frowned. "There are plenty of people just like me," she denied.

"No," he said with a small shake of his head. "There are none like you."

"If you say so," she shrugged.

"Oh I do," he assured. "And I will acquiesce to your demands. I swear I will-how did you put it?-keep my head down from now on." He gave a crooked smile.

She eyed him. "And you'll behave yourself?" she questioned skeptically.

"On my honor," he said raising his hand in a vow, never losing his crooked grin. 'Or as well as the God of Mischief can behave,' he added silently.

They drove the rest of the way home in relative silence, though the tension was now gone from the atmosphere.

As they walked into the house, Deidra yawned. "I'm going to bed," she announced. "Please stay in the house," she said giving him a look.

"I want nothing more than to retire for the night myself," he responded.

"Good," she said. "Goodnight, then."

He gave a small smile and bow in response before walking past her into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Loki undressed and folded his clothing neatly before placing them on the dresser.

He sat on the bed and ran his fingers through his long, dark hair with a sigh. He was so tired. He would have never predicted his day would go the way it did, being stripped of his powers and being exiled from Asgard. Then meeting that woman-

'Deidra,' he reminded himself.

Deidra. The meeting Deidra in the woods, being attacked by the stupidly brave woman, then finding himself in her care. Getting attacked in the street by some thug and then being arrested. Now he was back in Deidra's care and in her debt.

'Perhaps the morrow will be calmer,' he thought.

He cut out the lights and got into the bed. As he lay in the dark a sadness crept over him until a deep, profound sorrow was the only thing he could feel.

'I have nothing,' he thought. 'I have no home. I have no family. I am unwanted,'

To his frustration, tears welled up in his eyes and he was powerless to stop them. He gave into the tears, rolling onto his side and clutching the blanket tightly in his fist.

He hated to cry.