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The Misadventures of Loki

Chapter 2

Loki sat in the living area of the research lab. He knew he had an idea to accomplish these good deeds. He just didn't know how exactly he was going to do them. He picked up the latest newspaper. Darcy was right they were a good source of information. Within two days he had learned that there were several of these hero types other than this Ironman person. He had learned several things about them through the paper.

He sat the paper down on the table and stood up from his chair. He paced back and forth as he thought. These heroes had a few things in column: one they had powers of some sort except in Ironman's case who had what appeared to be a magic suit, and second they all had costumes for some reason.

He glanced over at himself in the nearby wall mirror. Well he kind of had a costume if one could count his outfit from Asgard. Darcy claimed that it was costumey so it wasn't a far cry from what he needed. He eyed himself again, what he was truly missing was… his helmet. Yes, he needed his helmet it was one of his strongest allies in battle. It would also strike fear in the hearts of mortal villains.

He smiled to himself then realized his next problem. He was still powerless. He frowned feeling the urge to strike something which he fought. What in the name of the All-father could he do that was counted as a good deed to get at least one power back.

He made his decision and walked into the dinning area head held high. "Where is a black smith in this town?" He asked Darcy and Jane who were eating breakfast.

The two looked at him with confusion written all over their faces as he sat down.

"What?" asked Jane

How could these mortals be so dumb. "I said, where is the black smith in this town."

"There is no black smith…"

He frowned at them. Surely there was a way in this backwards world to make and purchase weaponry and armor. "No black smith?"

"No."

In once instant he went from tolerating Midgar back to hating it. "Useless mortals." He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that, Loki?" asked Darcy.

"Do not worry about it." He sniped.

"Why in the world do you need a black smith anyways?" asked Jane as she finished off her coffee.

"For weaponry. Why else does one need a black smith?" Foolish mortals.

"Weaponry?" Jane shrieked. She jumped up from her chair. "What do you need weapons for?"

"What else do you need weapons for?" He replied in sarcastic tone. Honestly what did Thor see in this woman. Did he find stupid, useless mortals attractive. The thought almost sickened him.

"To fight?" Darcy replied.

"Well fight what exactly?" Asked Jane. Suspicion dominated her tone of voice.

"Not you woman if that's what your implying." He stretched his arms then began to speak again. "Simple protection really. After all in Asgard its imperative to be ready for a battle at anytime. Whether it's a friendly fight or a fight to reclaim one's honor."

"So you'll feel safer with a sword?" Inquired Darcy.

He nodded. At least one mortal seemed to believe him.

"Loki, we don't carry weapons around like this is the Dark Ages in this day and age." Jane said still eyeing him with suspension.

"I don't necessarily want a sword. Just some daggers."

"I think I do know a place in town." Piped up Darcy as she raised her hand up as if in class.

"Darcy!" Yelled Jane glaring at her.

Loki raised an eye brow intrigued with her claims.

"I think the gun shop in the next town over sells knives and maybe daggers. If we leave now we can get there before it closes." Said Darcy.

Jane gave her a dangerous look but Darcy ignored her.

"I would like to got there, please." He said bowing slightly to her.

"No problem." She said grabbing up her keys from the table.

Jane looked at her in surprise. She could not believe what she was witnessing.

"We'll be back later." Darcy said. She gave a warm smile and waved at her mentor and friend. She walked to the door with Loki following close behind her.

"Loki," Jane addressed him.

He stopped walking waiting for the mortal to continue speaking.

"Don't hurt Darcy."

He smiled to himself. "I'd never dream of it Lady Jane." He remarked as he walked out the door.

The sun was anticipating setting when they arrived at the gun store. The sky was a vivid orange color. Loki couldn't help and think it was a beautiful sunset and a great day to start on his new plan.

They walked into the gun store. The elderly clerk waved at them and mumbled something about helping them. Rows and rows of the walls was mounted with guns of various types.

"What are these strange weapons?" Loki whispered to Darcy.

"Guns, duh it is a gun store."

"What does a gun do?"

"I'll tell you later, okay."

He nodded in silent agreement then spotted a back wall covered in swords and knives and other weaponry that he knew. He walked over to it and lifted up a small dagger.

"Those make great decorations." Remarked the old clerk.

Decorations? Loki held up the dagger for closer examination. He soon realized that he couldn't even take down a fly with this thing let alone an enemy. He mumbled a few choice words and set the dagger down.

"Do you have real weapons?" he asked the clerk.

The clerk pointed to the rows of guns.

"No not a gun. I mean weapons like swords and daggers, oh and I need some armor."

The old clerk raised an eye brow. "Sony these ain't no medieval times. All that stuff there is decoration. No if your looking for protection against what have ya, I got some guns, mace and a taser."

"A taser is good." Said Darcy.

Loki pointed to the wall of decorative weaponry. "So none of these items are real?"

"That helmet up there might protect your skull," He said pointing to the helmet up at the top of the shelf. "Other than that no."

Loki looked at the helmet. Remarkably it was a metal helmet adorned with large horns… it looked like a copy of his old helmet. "I'll take that one!"

"That helmet is two thousand dollars, sonny."

"Whoa!" Yelled Darcy.

"Is that a lot of money?" Loki asked out loud.

The old clerk frowned. "Where are you from, sonny? Mars?"

"No, Asgard."

Darcy elbowed Loki before he ran his mouth anymore.

"Asgard?" The old clerk frowned and lifted up the phone. "Listen, I've had enough loons in this store to know what one looks like. So if you leave now I won't call the cops and get you hauled away."

"Come on, Loki. Let's go." Said Darcy grabbing his arm and dragged him out the door.

"What a waste of time." He said as they stepped out onto the side walk.

"Sorry. I had seen the store before but I never went in it so I didn't know."

He sighed. "I guess I'll have to find another way to get weapons." He said. The two began to walk down the sidewalk towards the van.

The day had grown dark and the street lights were starting to flicker on. Before them Loki saw a group of people walking down the sidewalk as well. They were dressed in all black and were carrying a bag and sticks.

Darcy hide behind Loki briefly. She whispered to him. "These guys look like trouble."

He eyed them as the walked to the gun store. They kicked down the door of the store and yelling filled the streets.

Darcy gasped. "I think they are trying to rob that guy!"

Loki turned around and saw a pipe by some trash in an alee way. He picked up the pipe and ran into the store.

"Loki stop!" Darcy shrieked following him.

Loki got the jump on the thieves. He crack the first one in such a way that it knocked the man unconscious, after all Loki didn't want to risk killing a mortal on accident.

"What the hell dude!" Demanded the other thief.

"Thievery is not honorable." Loki said smiling evilly. He knew within his soul that this was a 'good deed' and he would get a power back.

"Honor?" The man questioned. "Why should I care about honor, man?"

He smirked. "Sadly you mortals seem to be lacking in this trait. I've read your news. Everyday a murder or robbery happens, honestly I liked Midgar better before you got so… technical." He raised his pipe up over his head preparing to strike. "Now dear mortal, you can take your friend and leave or I can beat some sense into your feeble skull."

The man screamed. "Okay dude! I'm sorry! Just let me live!" He grabbed up his friend the best he could then bolted out the door.

Loki sighed lightly lowering his weapon. "Your shop is safe." He said to the shop owner.

"Thank you, sonny." Said the old shop keeper. He walked around his counter setting down the shot gun that Loki was completely unaware that he had.

This mortal really seemed to love his armaments. "It was no trouble at all." He said waving his hand as if it was nothing. Truly it wasn't the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it could have gone worse he could have lost the match and been embarrassed.

"What was your name again?"

Loki weighed his options about telling him the truth when the old man said.

"Oh yeah. The young lady said it was Loki. It is Loki right?"

He nodded. "Aye I am Loki."

The old man furrowed his brow. "You certainly talk funny." He paused thinking. "You know I'd like to reward you for your troubles."

"That's not necessary." He said shaking his head. Though he did enjoy a good gift once in a while but he figured this mortal wouldn't provide him with something useful.

The old man walked over to the decorative weapon shelf. He pulled down the helmet that he was eyeing earlier. "You seemed like you liked this a lot." He said as he dusted it off. "Here you can have it." He said holding it out to him.

"I can't take that. That's part of your livelihood it wouldn't be right." Of course he really did want that helmet.

"Take it. It's been on this shelf for three years now, no one is gonna buy it."

Loki took the helmet from his hands. "Thank you, sir."

"Also." Said the old clerk walking back behind the counter. He pulled out a bundle of sorts and laid it on the table. He then opened it up. The buddle was loaded with knives and daggers of various sizes. "Since you seemed to like daggers too, you can have'em."

"All of them?"

"Yeah. These are old back stock. I stopped selling real knives long ago so enjoy." He said pushing them towards him. "Just don't kill nobody with'em."

"I won't." He said picking up the bundle. This day turned out to be good. He got a helmet and a set of knives. He was more than ready to defend himself in a fight.

Loki moved to the door. "I thank you again, sir."

"No thank you for saving my shop, sonny."

He nodded as he left the store. Darcy was standing outside the door. "That was cool." She said then saw all the stuff he had. "You didn't rob him did you!"

"No! He gave them to me for saving his shop." He held out the items so she could see them. "I'm above stealing. Do try to remember that."

She shrugged. "Just thought I'd ask. Come on let's go home before Jane starts to think we ran away or something."

It was the next night. Loki was smiling to himself for he had regained one of his spells. The ability to turn invisible. It was a personal favorite when he was a child he loved sneaking up on Thor and scaring him. Though sadly his older brother became used to his tricks and stopped falling for the prank.

Loki glared at himself. He hated thinking about the past. Though when they were children life was happier more serene he could have never imaged that everything would go so… dark. Of course he would all ways live by his mantel 'The God of Mischief.' But now with this forced deal he had to take on a new role… hero… or at least try to be one.

He studied his new weapons. The knives were light enough to throw which he needed. He armed himself with the throwing knives and a few various other sharp weapons that were light enough for him to use. He put on his new helmet and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like his old self. He almost felt complete expect for the lack of magic powers. He balled his fists he felt a brief flash of anger but managed to repress it within his soul. He had a task to accomplish he knew what needed to be done and he knew how to do it.

Loki stalked the town in it's great darkness. He stood on a roof partially invisible watching for any sign of trouble. He had learned that most mortal crooks were dumb and easily disposed of. All he had to do was wait for one or two to decide to break into something.

It seemed like an eternity had passed by when he saw three people run down an alley way behind the computer store. He followed them on the roof tops barely making a sound.

"You got the bag?" One of the Thieves asked.

"Yeah?" said his accomplice holding up a bag. "You got the gun?"

He nodded then looked to the third guy. "Okay Dave break the glass."

The one called Dave picked up a brick and through it through the window which set off the alarm.

"Shit!" Yelled Dave.

"I thought you said there was no alarm!" Yelled the first thief.

Loki decided that this was a good time to strike. He turned invisible though they never saw him to begin with and threw a knife hitting the second guy in the arm and pinning him to the wooden door of the store.

"What the hell!" He screamed.

"Where'd that come from?" Cried out the one they called Dave.

Loki jumped down onto the dumpster making a loud clank noise. "I am Loki!"

The thieves looked around. "I don't see any one!" Yelled the leader who drew his gun.

"Foolish mortals!" He yelled throwing another knife and cut the second guys cheek.

The second guy screamed holding his face. "Shoot him!"

"Where is he!" the leader yelled firing at every shadow.

Loki wasn't sure what damage a gun could do him and he wasn't particular interested in finding out. He jumped away form t he dumpster landing beside it with a light thud.

"Over there he's behind the dumpster I saw him!" Yelled the third guy.

Oh no. Apparently his invisibility spell was failing him. He dove behind the dumpster waiting for the right time to strike again.

"Come out now! Or I'll shoot!" the leader yelled as he wearily walked towards the dumpster.

Loki turned invisible and ran around the other side grabbing the second aslant.

The other guy screamed loudly as Loki put a knife to his throat. Good deeds be damned he wasn't going to die on Midgar if he had his way about it. "Move and slit his throat."

"What are you?" Asked the first guy who's hand was visible shaking.

Loki turned visible. "I am Loki your destroyer." He said pushing the thief away to make his escape.

"Shoot him!" Yelled the guy as he stumbled forward.

The one with a gun gasped at the sight of Loki as he tried to aim at him.

"What is he!" Yelled the guy still pinned to the door.

"I think he's a demon!" Yelled the guy with gun.

The second guy ran to the one with a gun and took it from him. "Go back to hell you demon!"

Loki had turned invisible again about that time and felt some thing cut into his flesh. He cried out grabbing his arm. He felt the warm liquid on his hand. Damn he had been shot. He heard a wailing like sound and the thieves began to yell.

"Cops run!" And the two ran leaving their friend.

"Dudes don't leave me!" Cried the one pinned to the door.

At least one of them got captured. He tired to climb up to the roof but he soon realized it was impossible with his arm injury. He tired to think of how he could escape when eh felt the tingling of magic… he could teleport again he could feel it. He closed his eyes visualizing the research lab he had been staying at.

He hit the ground harder then what he meant to. "Ouch." He mumbled to himself as he stood up. He could feel his arm still bleeding. He heard what sounded like glass breaking. He looked up to see Darcy with her mouth hanging open and broken glass around her feet.

"Oh, hello." He said with as much cheerfulness that he could muster.

"What the hell! Where did you come from? And why are you bleeding?" She ran to him grabbing a nearby towel and put pressure on his bleeding wound.

"Oh this. It's nothing. I got shot, I think." He wasn't sure was this what guns did.

"I think it only grazed your arm." She said looking at the injury. "It doesn't look to deep." She sighed sounding happy almost. "So you don't need stitches. Here hold the towel as tight as you can, I'll get something to clean out the wound ." She said running to the first aid kit and coming back. "This is going to hurt." She said studying the battle of alcohol quickly.

She looked at him briefly. "Um can you like roll up your sleeve or… take off your shirt so I can clean the wound."

He removed his arm armor with relative ease then rolled up his sleeve. Though he quickly noted to himself that Asgardian armor held little protection to these mortal guns.

"It looks like it's just a scratch." She pour the liquid onto the wound.

Loki yelped in pain and jerked his arm away from her. "Why do inflict pain on me mortal! I thought you were healing it not making it worse!"

"Shh! You'll wake up Jane with all that yelling. Besides I am helping, that stinging is the alcohol killings the germs around the wound. Or do you want a nasty infection later."

He frowned. "Fine."

"And I told you it was going to hurt." She said dabbing up the alcohol around the wound with a cloth. She placed gauze on it and packed it down tightly with medical tape. "Okay that should be good now."

Loki unrolled his sleeve. "Thank you."

"Now what were you doing out this late at night?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

She shook her head. "I'm not the one who came back with a bullet wound. Not to mention appear out of thin air."

"I teleported back."

"How did you get shot?"

"With a gun how else do you get shot?"

She glared at him. "No I mean what did you do to get shot."

"I stopped a robbery."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Loki, you're the God of Mischief why were you stopping a robbery?"

He frowned. At this point maybe it was better to tell the mortal what was going on.

"Come to think of it for some one who is supposed to be a powerful sorcerer I haven't seen you use much magic."

"That's cause I can't."

"What?"

"I can not use magic well at least not half the skills I used to be able to use. When I angered Odin he took all my magic from me and told me I could only get them back if I provide that I could do some good." Well that was only half the story it's not like she needed to know all of it.

"So that's why you've been stopping robbers."

He gestured to the half missing paper laying on the coffee table in the living area. "I was inspired, so to speak by these mortal heroes you lot seem to worship."

"Wow." She walked over to the broken glass and began to clean it up. "Tell you what." She said looking at him. "I'll help you if you'll help me with something."

"What is it?"

"You see Jane has like totally been depressed since Thor left so… I want you to talk Thor into coming to visit. You know once you can go back and all." She said looking away from him.

He smiled. "Of course. I would love to help you." This was perfect it was killing two birds with one stone. He could return to Asgard fully powered and get rid of Thor. He smiled wider to himself. Oh this idea was perfect so perfect he could see everything turning out great. With Odin's new found trust in him after he completes his good deeds it will almost as if all the sins are cleansed. As long as he could keep Thor from Asgard his plan would be perfect.

At the nearby SHEILD base Agent Colluson studied the new video from the security cameras.

"Sir." Said an agent from behind him.

He looked over to him. "Yes?"

"We interviewed the police and the criminal that they did catch during the crime."

"What was the report?"

He frowned his brow. "Sir, he thinks that they were attacked by a demon."

Colluson looked at the monitor. "I guess that's to be expected. After all this guy has like foot long horns on his head." He said pointing to the monitor.

"They are impressive."

"Has the amount of agents been increased?"

"Yes."

"Has anyone talked to Jane Foster about this?"

"Not yet."

"I think we should go see her. Something tells me this is in her field of interest."

"Demons?"

"Nope." He said standing up with his jacket in hand. "Peoples of suspicious origins."

Odin walked up to his trust friend Heimdall. "How is he?"

"He is well. Although his latest deed earned him an injury. And he's seemed to have brought the attention of a mortal organization."

Odin frowned. "This does not surprise me."

"My king, have you told your family about what you have done?"

"Not yet. I want to see if Loki's soul is truly redeemable." He turned away from his friend. "I do not wish to bring false hope upon them. Especially Thor." He said as he left.

A/N: Chapter three should be along shortly it's currently under construction but hopefully I'll have it up some time next week.