Chapter 1- Blending:
Loki:
I will have their throats slit for this. A god forced to live as a mere mortal. It's pitiful. As soon as I get this blasted thing off, my powers will return and I will have my revenge on this pathetic excuse for a world. I growled slightly…How dare them, to order a god to do these mere things! That agent ordered me to get a job, of all things! I may as well scope this poor town of anything of interest- though I doubt there will be any at all, I thought. I looked at my attire- perhaps one thing I dreaded the most is that those blast agents dare have the nerve to change my appearance! I, myself, hated those long locks of mine, but why must they cut it? I would have done so myself sooner if able.
Knowing that I must explore, I headed out towards the town. It was small. There were only a few buildings- some labeled as a café, some as a theatre of sorts, and a few others. I spotted a woman dancing. She was graceful. She had long dark red hair, and bright blue eyes. An odd mix. She wore a blue dress that spun around her as she danced. I couldn't help but stare. She had an aura of mystery and trickery. I noticed that there were others staring as well.
The woman:
I noticed a man staring at me. For some odd reason, he felt familiar. He had short black hair, pale and fair skin, and bright green eyes that shone with slyness and mysteries. I smiled faintly at him, and he turned away. He was wearing simple black slacks, a white shirt with the buttons undone and black dress shoes. He looked too fancy to be in this small town.
Loki:
The woman seemed to notice me as she smiled. I turned away. I still kept an eye on her through the corners of my eyes. She spun and swayed through the crowd. I smiled faintly as I saw her steal wallets from men's pockets unnoticed, that sly fox. She was a trickster, and therefore I was compelled to speak to her. I shook my head; I must not converse with mortals. However, I was still in need of a source of money. I could always steal- but that would end me in yet another cell for eternity. I may hate these mortals, but I hate that boredom of the cell ever more.
I headed into a small shop that had a help wanted sign in the window. Unlike my brother, I had tact. I grabbed the sign and set it on the counter. It was a bookstore of sorts. The cashier- an elder woman- looked at me with a judged eye. I smiled flakily, too used to fooling these gullible creatures. She smiled back,
"Well, for a job you must fill out this application."
She handed me a piece of parchment and a writing utensil. I nodded and took a seat to fill it out.
Name:
I was unable to put my real name, therefore I filled in the application using the alias and fake information that those damn agents provided me. I handed it to the woman, somewhat bored. She looked at it through her glasses,
"Well, Mr. King," she said, "I normally do not let people work in my shop so easily, but I am afraid that I'm desperate for workers. Everyone comes here, but no one wants to work her, rather ironic. Still, you have the job."
I nodded. Nothing disgusted me more than to work with mortals, these insects, but I was left with no choice.