Disclaimer: I wish, but I own nothing but Hazel, Matt, Harriet and Emily. Sorry this chapter took so long, I've been busy with finals and haven't had time to update. Enjoy!

After Hazel had been stewing in her misery and frustration for a minute, the doorbell rang. Well…thought Hazel, she usually didn't answer the door but what the heck! She way just dying to slam the door in some poor salesman's face. Let 'er at 'im!

The salesman rang the doorbell and a few seconds later it was answered by a slight teenage girl with short brunette hair and glowering green-hazel eyes that slightly scared him, which was no small feat.

Right as he opened his mouth from his oversized smile to start his sales pitch and worm his way into the house, she yelled, "Get your ash tray offa my land you miserable piece of French toast!" and slammed the door right in his astounded face!

He just stood there in amazement mouth agape. Nobody had talked to him like that (at least, that's what he thought, he really wasn't sure what she had said) for over five hundred years!

Wow. Just…wow. What a girl. What a… he didn't even know the right word to describe her, girl.

"Well", said Hazel happily after she slammed the door, "that was rather satisfying," and she went back skipping to sit on the couch, her energy expelled.

"Time for some TV." she said, picking up the remote. "I'm thinking Torchwood, I need something good and violent right now." As she sat there, watching the show containing great smiles, violent aliens and computers, the 'poor salesman' was sitting in his car, fuming, and silently formulating a new plan.

Hazel was walking home from school and enjoying the lovely weather, it was only sixty and she wanted to make it last as long as possible.

She was leisurely strolling home and was about halfway there when an sharp-angled black car drove by, at least that's what she thought it was going to do (she hated passing traffic on the small country road, it made her nervous). But then it stopped a mere twenty feet behind her and a man in a black leather jacket and a leather shirt, with strangely spiked hair got out and began to briskly walk towards her.

The minute that car had begun to slow down, Hazels mind had gone on red alert, though she had tried to hide it.

That strange man actually getting outand walking towards her had been the last straw. "Spiky weirdo!" Hazel yelled over her shoulder taking frantically off.

Being a person that ran every day; surely she could outrun this freak. Hazel looked over her shoulder for a second and saw that the man was no longer behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stop when she ran into something soft but unyielding and fell flat on her back.

Glad that her unwieldy backpack had cushioned her fall, she looked up to see what she had run into. She froze for a moment in fear, it was the weirdo! Run! yelled her brain, though something inside her thought otherwise. Why did this man seem so familiar?

She decided to ignore it.

The 'wierdo' as she called him looked down at her and actually felt a little sorry; maybe he shouldn't have scared the girl this much. Her earth green eyes looked up at him, wide with fright.

Oh all right, he thought with a sigh, he'd do his good deed for the year and tell her who he was. "Girl- ouff!" he ended up saying because she had gotten to her feet surprisingly quickly and nailed him in the gut with her backpack.

How can they survive carrying these things around all the time? he thought as he fell to the ground, gasping this thing must weigh a hundred pounds! This is the last time I take pity on a human!

"Haha!" she laughed back at him as she made her speedy getaway. She didn't know how he had caught up on her so fast before, but with a history, pre calc. book and a months worth of papers and junk laying on his chest, he was down for the count. She ran, quite literally, for the hills, she knew them better than anyone, and once inside them not a person existed who could find her.

Hazel settled down in her typical hiding place-a grassy hole in the side of a hill that even she, being slight, could barely fit into.

The hole itself was spacious enough, but the entrance was tiny. There was no way in heck that this man would be able to find her, and even if he did, there's no way he could fit in. Hazel stretched out and settled in with a smirk. She was safe.

After the girl disappeared behind the hills, the strange man lay there for a minute, thoroughly winded, and contemplated his next move. She might have had a head start, but there was nowhere she could possibly go in those exposed, treeless, hills that he could not find her. With some effort he pushed the heavy backpack off his chest and walked into the hills to get her.

Hazel had been lying in her grassy hideaway for about five minutes when she saw legs in front of her hole. Instantly she froze, he must not find her. Suddenly she heard him speak to himself, "ugh, where are you girl? I'm getting tired of this. I will find you!" Keep dreaming! thought Hazel jeeringly. She almost burst out laughing. How funny was this!

He was calling and searching virtually every place but the one where she actually was. Too bad for him. About another twenty minutes had passed when she heard him walking around by her again.

He sounded tired. Hazel snickered quietly, this was just too funny! All of a sudden it was pitch black inside her hideout. Something must be blocking the light she thought.

But when she looked up she froze in fear.

The thing blocking the light was the weirdo's head. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, "here we are at last."

"Ha!" Hazel snorted, feigning confidence, "like you could get in here, you're way too big to fit." she said, scooting out of his reach, just in case.

"I might be too big to fit in," he said smiling, "but you're not too big to come out."

"Tch!" she snorted gracelessly, "and what exactly makes you think that I would do that?"

"Oh, I'm sure you will have no choice," he said back, hooking his arms on the inside of the entrance hole.

"What do you mean?" Hazel asked, starting to get comfortable in the fact that he was out there, she was in there and absolutely nothing was going to change.

"Look," said Wierdo, removing his arms from the sides of the hole to make a point, "I don't think you really understand. I'm a god. I can shape time. I can-" here he gave a little laugh. "I can twist reality. You really don't want to mess with me."

"Tch!" she snorted again, not willing to take the bait. "Ya right!" and to show what she thought of him, she gathered momentum and planted a firm kick right in the middle of his chest.

He made no sound as he fell backwards onto the grass behind him. Only a slight 'ouff' as he hit the ground. Hazel laughed quietly at his injured dignity. He stood up very fast and quickly dusted himself off. There would be no murder reports on the news tonight Hazel now knew. This idiot couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to. But even now as she looked at his blazing light brown eyes, she couldn't possible take him seriously. His lordly air was just too funny for that.

He glared at her. "Okay, now you've really done it!" he raged, "You're going to come out of that hole even if it kills me!"

"And how exactly is that twinkle toes?" Hazel questioned, still repressing the overwhelming urge to laugh. While she was still laughing inside, he suddenly, oh how to describe it? He jumped forward and became thinner for just a split second. Before Hazel was even aware of what was happening, he was inside the hole with her.

Sitting there now, too startled to speak with twinkle toes glaring at her evilly with pale brown eyes, she wasn't so sure that the local news station wouldn't have a little something extra to add.

"Heh, heh," she laughed nervously, "hello." He just continued to glare at her, almost like he was enjoying it. Her eyes flicked to the open hole, just for a second, and so did his. He grinned at her mischievously. Hazel began to feel claustrophobic, the warm earth seeming to close in around her, suffocating her. She panicked and made a sudden dodge for the exit. Twinkle toes grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her back in.

"Now I will have no more of that." He stated to her frankly. As an afterthought he added, "My name is Loki, just so you know, I will have no more of this 'twinkle toes' business. That's no way to treat a god." Slowly realizing that he wasn't going to harm her, Hazel regained her comebacks.

"Well," she started sarcastically, "this is a real nice way to treat a human."

"Ha!" twink-Loki laughed, picking a tuft of grass off his chest and folding his arms behind his head, "don't make me bring up the Middle Ages! You little softies have it easy!"

"Before we bring out the trash talk, I want to ask a question so my poor little human brain doesn't get anymore confused than it already is. Who are you? And why are you here?" she asked, her head tilted to one side in curiosity.

"Well, well," he laughed sarcastically, "don't we recover fast?"

"What do you want?" asked Hazel again. "I can do this all day."

"Do you have any idea," said Loki suddenly, quietly looking into her green eyes, his face serious, "do you have any idea how boring it is to be in one room all day and have nothing to do but watch the world below? How insufferably boring it is? I am Loki, the god of Mischief! And all I can do every day is sit in that room and watch your pitiful little human lives unfold. It's like watching a soap opera! Except this one never ends. It never ends."

"Wow," said Hazel, sufficiently awed. "That really sucks. I'm sorry. A bit dramatic though."

"As I was saying before I got interrupted," pouted Loki, shooting a glare a Hazel, "I was bored, and I was watching all the boring little human lives go by when I came across you. You are the strangest, most random…enigma of a human being that I have come across in over three hundred years. And also the purest."

Loki said this sincerely, looking her right in the eyes. She looked back at him, extremely flattered. "What?" Hazel asked half wishing this handsome stranger would say it again.

Loki paused for a moment and then said, "Every other person that I have ever seen, and that is a lot believe me, always has some under the table hidden motive for what they do. Everyone has some deep dark secret that they don't want anyone to know, some little hidden thing. Now you, Hazel, have none of this. You are simply you."

"Wow Loki," Hazel said in awe. Nobody had ever said anything like that about her before. She kind of liked it.

"Now my question was if you wanted to come with me to visit Valhalla. You wouldn't have to worry about aging, however long you stay with us, the gods, you will be exactly the same age and not a second will have passed when you wish to return."

Hazel's body suddenly felt as if it were on fire. Valhalla? she thought, really? I…I can't believe it. An opportunity to live with gods. But is he really a god? Though that going through the hole trick was rather convincing, and how else could he have found me? No one else ever has. Ever. Okay. I think I'll say yes. At least it will let me find out if this 'Valhalla' really is a real place or not. If said place really does exist, I wonder what it looks like. Oh no, he's staring at me, I better give my answer. "Yes," she answered, thinking that she should have an air conditioner installed.

Boy was she hot.

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