It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face

I've been everywhere and back trying to replace

Everything that I've had till my feet went numb

Praying like a fool that's been on the run

-Feel Again, One Republic

Loki followed Sierra down the street, trying to hold back from biting remark after biting remark. After a few moments, he realized that they weren't going the same way as they had. He walked up beside her, and she looked at him. "Where are you taking me now, darling, one of your feeble jails? That won't work out for everyone, especially not for you," he hissed.

"No, you idiot, I'm taking you to a clothing store. You can't walk around in... that." She gestured to his outfit.

"And what's wrong with my clothing, pray tell."

"Must I explain everything, as if to a child?" she asked, and he realized that she was mocking what he had said the day before.

"I am your king, you will not mock me!" he shouted, making more then a few New Yorkers stare at them. She rounded on him. "NOT HERE!" she shouted. "On this world, you are in MY home. And you are not a king, you're nothing but a typical bully. And I've dealt with people like you before."

She seemed like she wanted to say more, but then something in her pocket started making a strange "vworp, vworp" sound. She pulled out a small box looking object encased in blue and put it to her ear. "Hey, 'Jorn," she said. "What's up?"

She waited for a minute, and then sighed and spoke again, into the box. "It's a long story. Honestly. I can't explain it on the phone, it might still be bugged from my time at S.H.I.E.L.D. Meet me at my apartment in an hour. Okay, bye."

She pressed a button on the box and stuck it back in her pocket. "Well, we'd better make your shopping trip fast." She studied him. "Your boots will do. So will your pants. Come on." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a large building. Inside were racks of clothing as far as the eye could see. "Grab some shirts, maybe a scarf, whatever you want that's under a hundred. And make it quick."

He stared at her for a moment, not used to being treated in this way. "You know what?" he said to her. "Yeah?" she asked.

"You may have gotten me out of that prison, but who would want to live with you? Not me. I am your king, and I don't have to do anything you want. Goodbye, Sierra Dyer, and thank you for getting me out of S.H.I.E.L.D, but I never want to see you again."

"I won't stop you, then," replied Sierra. "But if you ever feel otherwise, if you ever want a place to stay or a friend or something, you know where to find me. Here's my spare key." She pressed a key into his hand. "Keep it or not, it doesn't matter to me, but for some reason, I trust you." She leaned in and whispered in his ear: "Don't break it,"

Then, just like that, she was gone, walking out the door like she had never known him, her red-as-flames hair flowing behind her as she strode off down the street. He was confused, for a moment. He didn't like her, not one bit, and yet she was the most intriguing mortal he had ever known. She infuriated him and he hated her, and yet she was free-willed enough to just walk out on him- her rightful king! He stared at the apartment key in his hand, before sticking it in his pocket. He would never willingly go to her apartment. He could find something better. He just had to look.

A few streets over, Sierra Dyer caught a taxi and was speeding back to her apartment. She ran upstairs and realized two things- one: she was still in pajamas, two- her furniture was no longer stacked into a throne. "Oh yeah, landlord cleaning day. At least that's something else I don't have to worry about."

She ran into her room and changed clothes, stuffing her ratty old pajamas into the dirty laundry basket and grabbing a Sherlock shirt and some jeans. Just in time, too, because as soon as she was done, the door buzzed. She ran over and opened it. "Bjorn, hi! Come in, come in."

He came inside and she closed the door. "Anybody I have to beat up?" he asked, teasing. "Nope, that's Orion and Paul's job. Besides, I don't even know where he went." The guy who was as good as her brother grinned. "So, what's the story?" he asked. "By the way, nice shirt." She laughed.

"It's a weird story. So, I was at Starbucks yesterday, looking over my script, when this guy barges in and demands that I give him back his magic. I leave, because I have no idea what he's talking about, and he follows me home. Then, I realize that he's Loki, and I chain him to my counter and go to bed. By morning, he's gone and I find him in Stark's place. I say he's with me, and we leave and I'm going to get him some new clothes and he doesn't like me, so he wants to leave, and for some reason, I trust him, and I give him my spare key and I walk off."

She sighed and sank down on the couch. "What have I done, 'Jorn?" she asked. He laughed. "Well, you've always been the strange type." She smiled. "That's the truth, isn't it?"

He grinned. "Come on, let's watch some Doctor Who."

Loki walked through town. He was determined to find something better then that stupid red haired vixen. She was nothing to him. Nothing. Somehow, he ended up on 53rd Street, and saw a large studio in front of him. The door appeared to be ajar, and so he snuck in to a large room. There were set pieces and costumes everywhere, but the room was dark. He sat down in the corner, not seeing another option. Before he knew it, his eyes were closed and he was asleep.

"You're an idiot, you know," came a familiar voice. He opened his eyes, and walking up to him, surrounded in gray light, was Sierra Dyer. "I'm the only chance you have." She gave an ethereal smile. "Take it while you got it," she whispered in his ear, and then vanished. Suddenly, he woke to a scream. He opened his eyes once more to find Sierra Dyer yet again, looking normal this time and rather shocked, surrounded by other people all staring at him. He sighed. "Good morning, mortals. Kneel?"

Sierra slapped him.

Hi, Hi, Hi, Lovelies! I had more time, so here this is, because I'm in love with writing this story- and since you love it, here it is! :) Happy Thanksgiving!

-crescentmoonthemage