"Not all good things come from good people."-Toba Beta

Ugh. I was awake already in this terrible place. My back made a terrible noise and I sat up against the brick wall. Everything around me was blurry and my head pounded harder than the Mjolnir did. What I did exactly to become like this was a blur. It was not uncommon at this point for me to forget the previous night. It seems like every time I used magic this would happen. Peering across they alleyway, I noticed a small strip of silky material. Oh no. Last night flooded back into my head.

"Another, dearie?" He asked, practically slumped over the bar counter like the slob he was. Inside my mind I rolled my eyes. "Oh, if it's not any trouble." I slurred. Like I could get drunk. Mortal alcohol has no affect on me. A gods tolerance is much higher than these lowly peasants. Well, alcohol tolerance, that is. I was about ready to strangle this guy. He lazily held up two fingers to the bar tender and she gave a nod. Pulling the clear bottle up from under the counter, she poured our two tiny glasses full of the acidic stuff. It did have a pleasant taste, but he was definitely becoming more drunk than I was.

He picked up the tiny glass and swallowed its contents in one gulp. The glass was slammed back down on the counter. He shifted on the tiny chairs we had to sit on and faced me. This man was much bigger than me, but a lot smaller than Thor. Telling by the fancy mortal clothes he wore, he had a job that paid him lots of those green useless papers. They were useful here though, but worthless to me. I guess this one would do though. "Do you know why I come here?" He asked me. "No, why are you here?" I whispered. "My wife kicked me out of the house. We had a disagreement. I have to stay at a hotel." He griped. Mortal, please. You do not even know what sort of fresh hell I'm in. "In a hotel, all by myself." He stressed. Like I was deaf. I caught that the first time, you pig.

His hand slipped onto my thigh and I about killed him. I could break your arm, mortal! My hand lurched for his arm to snap it, but I withheld myself. Which was very, very hard. "You know there's an alleyway right over here." I said bluntly. His eyes became wide. "You're very direct, woman." He told me. I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "Is that a problem?" I asked, sort of hoping it was. He stared at me for a few more minutes before standing up. His hand grabbed my wrist tightly as he pulled me from my seat. Rolling my eyes, I allowed him to drag me outside. "Lead the way, princess." His hot breath hit my ear, the alcohol in his breath making me sick. I smirked. Sure thing.

I walked along the sidewalk quickly as the drunkard staggered behind. My ankles ached from these retched shoes. How woman in Midguard were able to walk on tiny pegs was a new mystery to me. Like I cared though. "Are we there?" The man shouted at me. "Almost." Little did he know. Stupid human. Suddenly I turned the corner in between two large brick buildings. This would have to do.

"Come here, sweetheart." He slurred. Grabbing my shoulders, he slammed me up against the alleyway wall. My head hit the brick and pain shot though me. I was not use to such vivid and intense pain. "Get off me, fool!" I shouted. Lifting my hand up, he flew off of me and onto the wall across from us. His arms and legs were spread slightly apart as he stuck to the wall. He was struggling, but nothing he could do could help him escape my strong magic. "I can't believe you touched me!" I yelled at him, walking towards his transfixed figure on the wall. "You never touch a god!"

From his pocket, his wallet flew directly into my hands. "Let us see what you have in here." I said a bit calmer. "A card, another card." I tossed the useless pieces of plastic on the floor near the man's feet. "A card with you on it." I chucked it at him. "Ah, the green paper." There was a lot of those, with high numbers marked on them too. I was tempted to transform him into something. Like a pig. But I restrained myself. "Go, mortal. Take your things and leave me." The man slumped against the wall in shock. Grabbing his plastic cards quickly, he ran from the alleyway in terror. My exhaustion hit me and I fell to my knees. This stupid "use as little magic as you can" rule was becoming a nuisance. I appeared to be looking into a tunnel before I collapsed onto the ground.

I stretched out my legs and made my shoes disappear. New ones replaced them quickly, along with my clothes. I would pay for the small usage of magic later on tonight. The wallet from the man was near my leg. Picking it up, I shoved it into the pocket of my denim pants. Though, the wallet would not fit. I let out a frustrated sigh. These jeans were an imitation of those I saw in a window of a store. Being a woman was not ideal here.

Yes, I said woman. I'm a shape shifter, remember? If I came back to earth in my original form, I would be imprisoned here, destined to rot forever in this terrible realm of Midguard. If I disguised myself, then these mortals could not possibly know it was me. Only one could. Only one. But who? I had not made any close friends since I have been here. I have been close to people, but only physically. The longest conversation that I have held here has been with a lady that I hardly even know. I suppose she was nice. How would I know, I am evil, remember?

Sighing, I picked myself up off the dirty concrete. My hands smoothed out my longer raven hair. Oh how I loathed being a female. No offence to them, at all, but it was so… odd. My head peered from out of the alleyway as I looked to make sure not too many humans would see me exit here. The streets looked clear, so I stepped out and began to walk. Where I was going was unknown to me. I did not know the city, even after wandering almost a full month in it. It was huge. Buildings towered over all of the people that were below. People of all different colors and dress wandered the streets, some keeping to themselves and others more happy and cheery. It was easy for me to blend in and hide in this crowd. No one would suspect that I would be here.

There was a presence that made me nervous. Anxious. Restless. I could not put my finger on what it was that possessed my mind and cause me to become paranoid. The vision of Thor and me as children has not left my mind since the day I have left. I wonder what sort of dark magic this might be, for that was once a memory of mine. A fond one when I recall it. I was only afraid that I may know what it was. The Chitauri never did get their precious Tesseract. That is the part that made me fret the most.

I slipped inside of a café on the corner of this street. It smelt of coffee as I opened the door. A few people had those hearing devices hooked up to electronics, while others scrolled along on their computers. I stood in line patiently as others ahead of me decided what to order. Was that doing something good? Patience is good, am I wrong? I knew not if it would count, and I would not like to risk my life from a foolish assumption. I would have to do something good today, and I had not a clue of what it might be. This really was like living in-

"Oh, go ahead." I told the couple behind me. "I am still deciding." The lady smiled and stepped forward with the man not far behind. "Thank you!" Was that a good deed as well? The minimum was one, and I had no intentions of going over. I could not take it back now. I stepped forward after they were done ordering. "Coffee." I said. The lady nodded. "$2.75."

My fingers dug into the wallet and tried to pull out a two dollar bill. Maybe they do not have those here. I pulled out two ones and slid them forward. The lady looked back up to my face. "Two seventy-five." She repeated. "Sorry," I pretended to be upset. "I'm from England." She gave a nod and motioned me to move closer to the counter. I did so and held the wallet open. Why did I trust her? She pulled out some of the larger silver coins from the wallet. Suddenly, the dropped to the counter with a clang. Her head snapped up to look at me, her eyes blazing blue. Were they not brown just a few seconds ago? I felt it then. The presence was back. I felt the same way I did when I saw young Thor and me.

"Hello, Loki."

I almost dropped the wallet on the counter. I held on to it tightly and took off. My shoulder clipped a few people as my feet raced across the carpet. Two people were entering just as I was running out. I smacked right into the glass door, but I quickly pushed it back open and ran out onto the street. My pace did not slow as I ran though the crowds of people on the sidewalk. Breathing short and rapidly, I continued until I could no longer stand the sharp pain inside my chest. My feet hit the pavement a few more times before I stopped. Whipping around, I saw a lot of mortals staring at me, but the lady was nowhere to be seen. I leaned up against the brick wall behind me and took in long deep breaths in an attempt to calm my racing heart.

What exactly was that? The only thing I have ever seen that causes eyes to change color was the Tesseract. That cube was in the possession of Odin, all the way back in Asguard. Would he wield it's powers as I had? Was this a form of torture that he was using to scare me? I should not have run. I should have fought it off! Maybe I am a coward…No, no, that was not the Tesseract. It could not have been. I felt it within myself, as it disagreed with my ownself. It was dark. Much more darker than I was. The Chitauri could not be possible of casting such a complicated enchantment, for they were a lesser race. That was the truth. It was a force beyond them, beyond the Tesseract.

I knew one thing for sure.

I was not alone.