(Author's Note: Luckily I finished this one pretty quick! Just a warning though, my school starts tomorrow, so I may not be updating as often as I would like to. I will still try to as often as I can though! Enjoy!)

Episode #8 – Airport

It was a very simple plan. Loki and I were going to take a short flight to Pittsburgh because I had to go to a conference for my finance class. I drugged him with sleeping pills on the way there like I always do, but then when I got to Pittsburgh, TSA confiscated them (which really doesn't make sense to me; I needed those). All I had to do was get him to behave enough so we could go back home. But the thing with Loki about behaving is that it is not in his nature to follow rules. So what was supposed to be a three-hour flight turned into a two-day problem.

"I suppose you are going to give me the sleep tablets again?" asked Loki, when we were in the taxi to go to the airport.

"Actually I've run out, so listen, okay?" Loki nodded.

"You have to try your very, very best to act like a human, okay? No killing people and no threatening, just like always. This place is different than everywhere else. If you take one step out of line, they make a big deal out of it. So just follow me and I'll tell you what to say." The taxi driver looked back at us like we were a couple of maniacs. He looked like he was sweating. Loki crossed his arms.

"I will try Amelia, but I am not promising anything. I am not overly skilled at acting mortal." Just then, the driver stopped the taxi.

"Alright now folks, here we are! Have a nice day, the ride is free!" he said anxiously. Loki and I got out and the taxi sped away. But we weren't at the airport, we were at a street pub. I looked around, hoping it was somewhere nearby.

"Oh cool, I see it!" I said. Loki and I walked the rest of the way to the airport. When we got there, I looked to Loki, about to read the rules to him again and he held a finger in front of my face.

"I know," he said. I smiled and turned around.

Everything went fine until we got to security. That's when the problems started. Loki had a thing about guys touching him. When they had to check us for weapons, they told Loki to raise his arms and stand still. He did, but right when the officer started to pat him down, he grabbed the officer by the neck and threw him to the floor.

"Loki!" I exclaimed.

"Do not touch me, pathetic mortal!" Loki commanded, and the rest of the police officers surrounded him, some with hands on their guns.

"Loki stop!" I was afraid they would shoot at him. All I wanted to do was go home, it wasn't worth getting in trouble. "Officers it's okay; he's never been at an airport before." They ignored me.

"Sir, do you have any weapons? I'd suggest you reveal them now if you do."

Loki no…I pleaded in my head. But Loki simply replied:

"Well of course." He used his magic to reveal his blue scepter, which by the way had a big long spear at the end of it. The officers freaked out and pulled their guns on him. Loki immediately placed it gently on the floor and put his hands up.

"Whoa…" he said. "You asked; I answered. No need to kill me."

The policemen put their guns down and instantly seized Loki and put his hands behind his back in handcuffs. Several of them noticed me and did the same to me. I didn't fight them, but Loki struggled a little.

"Loki this is serious, don't resist them!" Loki must have heard the urgency in my voice because he immediately did what I said. The cops shoved us in the back of a police car. I sat and stared; Loki had pretty much just ruined everything. I was actually pretty angry. Loki had gone and done exactly what I told him not to. I didn't talk to him.

Loki looked at me while we rode in the car and he nudged me.

"…Amelia, I—"

"—Don't Loki!" I snapped. "Don't say you're sorry; I don't care." He was taken aback. He shut his mouth and widened his eyes.

"Are you angry with me?" He asked. I kind of exploded in his face.

"Yes I'm angry Loki! You just ruined our lives! You got us arrested! You did everything I told you not to do and now I have a criminal record, and it's all your fault!" Loki was utterly shocked at my outburst and quickly looked away from me, his brows furrowed. I'd hurt his feelings.

I felt bad, but I didn't say anything. I was still a little ticked. Loki opened his mouth, but he didn't look at me.

"…It is considered…a good thing, to open yourself up to new experiences," he said softly. I felt really bad for snapping at him; he sounded so pathetic. Normally if anyone else had done that, he would have gotten mad and probably either killed them or threatened to. But he loved me, and I loved him, so it hurt him instead. But this was something he couldn't take back. We were going to jail, and I didn't know what to do.

I started crying. I tried not to, but when I thought of all Loki had done, and how we would probably be considered terrorists, I couldn't hold it in. Loki looked at me and his expression changed to a look of concern. He scooted over to and leaned on me.

"I'm sorry Amelia," he said. "Please don't cry. Here, I'll sing you one of those Midgardian songs you like." He thought for a moment, and then began singing in a soothing voice.

There's a stranger in my bed, there's a pounding in my head,

Glitter all over the room, pink flamingoes in the pool,

I smell like a mini-bar, DJ's passed out in the yard—

That really made me feel better. I burst into laughter and Loki stopped singing. He must have heard Katy Perry on my Pandora. He smiled at me.

"I had no idea 'Last Friday Night' could be turned into a lullaby," I said. Loki kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said. I decided to forgive him. We'd figure something out.

When we got to the police station, they took our mug shots and then asked us for our information. The cop writing up the paperwork took a second glance at Loki.

"Hey, aren't you the Avenger Thor's brother? Loki?" Loki rolled his eyes and nodded.

"In a sense," he replied. The policeman immediately got out his walkie-talkie.

"Mike, I gotta call Fury."

They threw us in a jail cell. Until this 'Fury' could sort things out with Loki's brother, we were stuck in there. There was nothing but a bench inside and Loki and I sat side by side. The only good thing was that our handcuffs were off.

"Ugh…" Loki moaned. "I need to use the washroom."

"You're just going to have to hold it," I said. "You got us into this."

"They asked me if I had a weapon, and I said yes! What is wrong about that?"

"For one thing, you assaulted an officer. And for another thing, you aren't supposed to have weapons at the airport. You should have said no."

"So now you want me to lie? I do not understand this planet!" I just smiled at him.

Eventually Loki got to where he really, really had to go to the bathroom. I was afraid he was going to have an accident. He would die of humiliation if that happened, and I would die of pity. He stuck his hand through the bars and called out to a policeman.

"Excuse me," he said. "May I use the washroom?"

"No," replied the policeman. Loki gritted his teeth, but contained himself as he thought of something else.

"But my lady is having lady problems."

The policeman then came to the cell and took me out of it by my arm, but left Loki in. He took me to the bathroom and when I came back, Loki was sitting on the bench with his legs crossed. I reentered the cell and Loki grabbed my arm.

"I am dying Amelia," he said.

"Just try to think of something else; something really dry. Like, chapped lips on an old person in the desert." Loki winced, and addressed the officer once more.

"I have to go now, please!"

"Nope."

"I swear to you, if you do not let me go now, I will—!" Loki stopped himself before he threatened the officer. Aw, I thought. He's learning. "—Sit here…until you let me out." Loki sat back and crossed his legs again.

"Look on the bright side," I said. "Now we can both cross 'going to jail' off our bucket lists."

"I wish I had a bucket…" was Loki's only reply.