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And btw I have never left Europe and live in a city where the sheep outnumber the people (I'm not kidding) and so I may be putting too many alleys into this… Not sure… Tell me in a review

Loki arose on his eleventh with no knowledge of this anniversary. He himself did not know of this anniversary but he felt something different in the air that day. And unknowns to him the universe had decided that they would make this birthday different from all the other cold, wet and miserable ones. Loki went about his business as usual, scavenging from skips and shops desperate to survive.

On the other side of town no one even noticed as the eleven year old slipped between them. They were all focused on a figure which unmistakably female running across the rooftops. She leapt impossible distances, black hair flowing behind her. A satchel slapped against her back with every step she made. Behind her the police were desperately trying to keep up but each one fell further and further behind. Loki glanced up and smiled. With his better than human eyesight he could easily make out a smile under the balaclava she was wearing, she was enjoying this.

The item she was holding grabbed his attention though. He was drawn to it just as he was drawn to Stark and therefore he began to follow her, stealthily at first but then he leapt, an impossible distance, onto the roof and pursued her properly. It was ridiculously easy keeping up with her and memories of better times flowed in front of his eyes. Running through forests, feeling branches slap the man behind him, laughing in pure pleasure as his cape billowed behind him. He laughed, a cold distant laugh which did not belong in the mouth of an eleven year old. His eyes flashed red for a second and the girl slipped and tumbled down, down down and crashed into the ground below. Loki leapt down, over the patch of ice she had slipped in which was already beginning to dissipate.

The child landed and suddenly realised what he'd done. He gasped and took a closer look at the girl lying there; her balaclava had fallen off revealing black hair which now lay around her to waist height. She moaned and he heard the sirens so pulled her up ignoring the moans of protest she made.

"Come on!"

"The bag. I need it!"

"No, leave it!"

"I can't" he sighed and grabbed the bag as he did his hand grew cold and he could almost feel the weight of armour on him.

"We have to leave it." With that he chucked the bag on the ground and pulled the protesting girl after him. After they had fled the police got to the point where they had, by eye witness accounts, worked out the girl had landed here was nothing there. They called it a day and went back to the station weary. In the shadows behind them a man was toying with a satchel which emitted a golden light.

Loki stared at the girl over the small fire he had managed to get started, he never bothered with a fire usually he didn't seem to feel the cold but he realised that the girl did. She stared at him in anger

"You could have taken it you know"

"No I couldn't. I was too busy saving your sorry ass. What was so important you nearly kill yourself to get it?"

"You realise I'm now out of a job because of you? I needed that package to save my sorry ass. Now they're going to take me back" she shivered at his and Loki felt sorry for the hunched over girl

"How old are you?"

"I'm 12. How old are you?" She didn't look 12, she looked much older. Her purple eyes looked as if they had seen at least the turn of a century

"I don't know"

"How could you not know how old you are?" Loki stood up and thrust more litter into the fire hoping it would catch

"I left home at an early age and I haven't been back."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. What's your name?"

"Again I don't have a proper name but I'm known as Loki mostly and the Trickster if I don't want to be traced."

"I'm Amethyst and you ain't getting my real name that easily." Loki smiled, he hadn't expected any different from this warrior princess. Every move she made was precise and her violet eyes saw everything and talked about most.

"If you can't go home where are you going?" Suddenly the self-confidence left Amethysts eyes and she looked like what she was; just another lost soul amongst thousands.

"Can I stay here? Just for a bit, until I find somewhere proper I mean."

"Yeah sure, on one condition. You help get breakfast" they settled down for their first night and Amethyst slept deeply, unhindered by the nightmares that occasionally haunted her sleep. If only Loki had been as lucky.

A man with one eye stood in front of him, taunting him. Twisting the words Loki had used so well and throwing them back. It was wrong. The boot was not in danger from the ant. But this creature seemed to not understand the basic meaning of the world. Loki sat down to wait in his glass prison, created for a friend and used for an enemy. Soon he would be released and that man, Director Fury would be the first to die. Loki smiled as he envisioned scenes of torture he could bestow upon the world when he was raised again to that high eminence where he belonged.

Loki jerked awake, images of blood and entrails still vivid in his mind. He shook his head trying to clear it. He got up and paused; below him he could feel warmth, the warmth of another human. Amethyst was below him smiling slightly in her sleep. She really was beautiful, strange thing human beauty. He leant in closer to her until their noses were almost touching, curious as to how she would react.

Her eyes flashed open and she leapt onto him and pinned his arms behind him. He felt anger, a deep seated anger he hadn't felt in years. He yelled and as he did the air around him froze, every water molecule froze until he was surrounded in a cocoon of ice. He felt his body slip through the ice as easily as a hot knife through butter. When he turned a wall of ice confronted him, he had only once used his powers so flamboyantly and as he thought of that the ice shattered and he staggered. Amethyst emerged from the centre blinking rapidly.

"What just happened?" Loki felt his silver lounge rush to fill in the gap in her memory. He pushed all of his slight mesmerising skill into his voice

"You freaked and hit your head on the pavement. You'll be fine" she blinked rapidly and then half smiled

"You said something about getting breakfast right?" He smiled back but was worried. How long could he keep up the charade of normality? Even he knew he was different, wrong and that was the real reason his father had kicked him out. That memory still burned deepest of all into his frozen mind. But for now he followed Amethyst down the alley onto the busy streets, determined to teach her the tricks of the trade.

Soon they became inseparable, running down alleys and climbing fences, stealing wherever they went. They were never greedy in what they took but for the first time in his life Loki didn't feel the angry growling in his stomach at all times. And for the first time he was almost happy with his life. The pair talked about everything and anything but they still had their secrets, Amethyst never talked about her past in detail and Loki never talked about his powers or the dreams that constantly woke him from sleep. Each night they varied but he recognised a few recurring characters. A golden haired man whose hair slid to his shoulders, he often wore a red cloak and full armour and Loki knew somehow his name was Thor. Tony Stark often came into his dreams sometimes on his own sometimes with the metal costume he had made, Iron Man he called himself and occasionally Loki had seen this figure in real life blasting through various enemies on TV. A man with blonde hair wearing an outfit with tights and a shield often haunted him. Loki had researched him and found that he was Captain America, and he'd been dead for almost 70 years. A woman occupied his dreams, flowing red hair upset about a man she loved, she had tricked him and he often woke from dreams which involved versions of her slow painful death. She was nowhere even though he'd looked. Other people flashed in his dreams but they passed too quickly. He had never seen his own face and for that he was glad. He was truly terrified of what might be behind his eyes.

The dream him was much taller but now Loki was beginning to grow, he had always been skinny but now it had become a body image rather than the onset of an illness.

"Loki, you okay?" he glanced behind him to see Amethyst standing awkwardly.

"Yeah sure"

"Why is your hair so long?"

"Really? Now after 5 months you decide to ask me that?"

"It's been 6 months and yes. Now's a good time"

"I dunno, I just never knew how to cut it." She smirked

"Come over here" She pulled a small bag out of her pocket, she kept this bag with her everywhere and Loki had never been allowed to look in it. When he did look in there he only saw a phone before she chased him away from it.

"How short do you want it?"

"To the bottom of my ears" she snorted and grabbed some of my hair and cut it a few inches from the roots

"Hey!" I stared down at the hair on the ground "I don't want it that short!"

"You made a decision. I decided it was a stupid ass decision so I ignored it." Loki ignored her whilst he felt how short his hair now was

"That short though?"

"Just relax, I can do it." She slowly measured the rest of the hair against the shorter strand and snipped it all precisely the right length. Loki just sat there feeling the cold metal against his neck and her hands caressing his neck.

A/N Is a 50 year old and a 15 year old creepy (in a story)? I can't quite decide… It will change the story so please tell me your thoughts.