- Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Kinoshita Sakura.

Ah, My Loki-sama!

written by Kurosu

- Chapter Two.

"Ah..."

What was that look on his face? Mayura wondered what was going on. She was having a quiet evening alone, while her father was out due to work and had forbade her to come along. He wanted her to remain at home and focus on her homework, not to mention stay out of trouble. According to him, she had a unique trait of attracting all sorts of troublesome situations.

"Ah, Loki-sama?"

The blonde god suddenly lurched forward, clutching a hand to his chest, as if something had hit him painfully. "You... You actually made," he strained, "such a wish..."

"Um, I did?" She looked dumbfounded, "I made a wish?" Then it hit her, "Oh! I wished I had someone like you!"

"With you forever," he finished. Feeling the pain had subsided, he leaned back with his arms propping him up for support. He then extended a hand to her, "Daidouji-san, will you give me the phone please." She nodded and gave it to him, which he proceeded to punch in a number.

"I hope it's not long distance," she thought aloud, "Or papa will kill me."

He grimaced, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. When he recognized the familiar voice, his anger flared up, "Urd! Tell me that last wish wasn't processed!" From the dangerous flicker in his eyes, Mayura noted it wasn't the answer he wanted. "You have got to be kidding! Then get Odin to override it!"

What he heard next, he did not like at all. No, that was an understatement. He loathed it.

With her elbows on the table and her head resting on the back of her hands, Mayura was watching the enigmatic god intently. She could see the fierceness in his green eyes, and he closed them briefly as he hung up the phone. "Your wish was approved."

"Really?" She looked around the main room, seeing that no other person was present, "Who's coming to stay here?"

He sighed, "Me." He looked at her as she blinked in confusion, "Your wish was taken literally."

"Oh..."

They were both silent for a while, and Loki wondered what he could even do. Not only did Odin refused to retract the wish contract, but he deemed it as an appropriate punishment for all of Loki's recent mischief in Asgard.

Then an epiphany struck.

"OH MY GOD," the girl exclaimed, "You can't stay here, Loki-sama! Papa will be very upset!"

He raised an eyebrow at her outburst and told her, "Well, there's not much I can do about that. I'm stuck here, you know. More specifically, I'm stuck with you."

"Hey, you make that sound bad!" she pouted, forgetting her major problem.

"It is bad for you too," he smirked.

"Oh, right."

As if the situation couldn't get any worse, they both heard the front door opening. Her father's voice echoed through the house, and Mayura panicked, rushing into the foyer. "Papa! You're home late," she cried, racking through her brain on how to tell her father about a god named Loki staying at their house.

He apologized for not calling earlier. "The exorcism took a little longer than I expected," he smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head, "The spirit was very mischievous." He took off his shoes and put on the house slippers, gradually moving deep into his home.

"Um, papa," she started nervously.

He didn't skip a step at the tone of his daughter's voice, "What is it, Mayu-chan?" She quickly grabbed her father's arm before he turned towards the main room, causing him to look at her quizzically, "Why are you nervous? Did something happen?" From her hesitant manner, he began to freak out, "DID SOME BOY HARASS YOU?! SOMEONE DARE TO HARM MY LITTLE GIRL?!"

"No, papa! It's just... Um, I..."

It was this moment that a voice interrupted them, "Welcome home, Mayura-papa!" Stunned, the father and daughter turned to the owner of the voice, but instead of looking forward, they had to look down. Right before them was a cute, little boy, no older than twelve years old, and he was giving them the most sweetest smile ever.

"OH! So cute!" Mayura gushed and immediately hugged him. He looked just like Loki, only way younger.

The boy blushed and gasped for air, "Dai.. douji..-san.."

"Loki-sama?" she blinked.

"Mayu-chan?" she heard her father's voice, "Who is this boy? Were you trying to tell me this?"

She released him and turned to the old man, "Um, sorta."

"My name is Loki," the kid cut in with a slight bow, "I recently moved here and was looking for a place to stay. Your daughter kindly offer me a room here."

"Hrm, I see," Daidouji was very suspicious, and no one could blame him, "Where are your parents? You can't be alone here."

"They are still in our home country and won't be here till later."

"That isn't right! No parent should leave their child alone! In another country no less!"

"So can Loki-sa-I mean, Loki-kun stay, papa?" she asked eagerly, eyes shimmering with hope, but the man was still suspicious, because the story just didn't sound right. She puffed up her cheeks, upset at her father's disbelief and stubbornness, adding, "You can't turn a child away, papa! Not into the dark streets! It's just too cruel!"

He looked down at Loki's face and was met by his big, round, innocent, green eyes that just reeked of something deceitful, but he couldn't just say no to his own daughter, and what would the neighbors say if he put the kid into the streets. He really had no choice but agree to the whole ordeal, "Oh all right, but you have to contact your parents first."

Mayura cheered and grabbed Loki's hand, dancing around with him.

He watched the two youngsters nervously and wondered what he got himself into. It had been such a long evening, and all he wanted was just to come home to his daughter and have a nice dinner with her, but no, he had to spend hours with a crazy spirit, then some idiot almost ran him over on the way home, and now this strange boy. How worse could this get?

He decided a long bath was in order. He told the two to clean up and prepare dinner, which Mayura obeyed and dragged Loki with her.

When they were in the kitchen and knew the man was out of earshot, she praised the young Loki on his quick thinking. "Of course," he gloated, "I am a god after all."

"What if papa didn't let you stay?" she inquired.

He leaned casually against the wall and folded his arms across his chest, "The gods would've found a way around that. When you make a wish, it's absolute. Nothing on earth can interfere with it." She paused, in the middle of taking out the food from the refrigerator, and looked at him about to say something, but he reiterated his words with a sigh, "No one, not even your father can get in the way."

With the vegetables in her hands, she closed the fridge door and made her way to the counter. She was deep in her thoughts, not noticing a few of the green leaves had drifted to the floor.

Loki noted how downcasted she looked, and the next thing out of her mouth was unexpected, "I'm sorry, Loki-sama." And once again, she took him by surprise. He didn't expect her to apologize at all.

"It's all my fault you're stuck here, with me."

She put the food on the counter and knelt down to him and told him, energetically, "What if I tell them I don't want that wish?! Then you can go home!"

His expression softened at her sincerity, and his hand touched her chin, holding her face to meet his gaze. "Were you listening to what I said before," he gently admonished, "Nothing will interfere. Not even you, silly mortal."

And he placed a feathery kiss on her forehead.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MAYURA?!" cried her father, having witnessed the strange intimacy between his daughter and the boy. He marched right over to them, and not watching where he was going, his foot brushed across the vegetable leaves that were scattered on the floor, and in what seemed like slow motion, he lost his balance and knocked his head on the side of the counter.

He barely made out voices when everything faded to black.

"Papa!"

"Mayura-papa!"

The next morning, Daidouji Misao woke up with a horrible headache, like something smashed into his head. He yawned and stretched, hoping it wouldn't affect his day. He could feel his stomach growling loudly, demanding food. For the life of him, he couldn't remember what he had for dinner last night.

"Ah, last night..."

His face suddenly contorted in disgust, then anger, as he finally remembered what happened. He threw his covers aside and ran out of the room, straight to his daughter's room. He quietly peeked in and saw that she was still sleeping peacefully. "Maybe it was all a dream?" he pondered.

That was until he heard a voice behind him, "Good morning, Mayura-papa!"

He whipped his head around and came face to face with his nightmare, "YOU!"

"It's a pleasure to see you too," Loki smirked.

Before the man could say anymore, the doorbell rang, and he had no choice but to go and answer it. Loki was curious, so he followed the owner of the house. When Daidouji opened the door and civilly greeted the visitor, he was mildly surprised to see a young man standing in front of him. "What can I do for you?" he asked.

Smiling, the visitor adjusted his round glasses and bowed, "My name is Yamino Ryuusuke."