- Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Kinoshita Sakura.

Ah, My Loki-sama!

written by Kurosu

- Chapter Three.

Ok, so Daidouji wasn't sure how he got into this big mess, but it happened. He was somehow convinced on taking another person under his roof, but the free house service in exchange for room and board had been too good to overlook. So here they were, in the next morning hour, at breakfast, with the young man named Yamino Ryuusuke cooking a big meal for four people.

He glanced down at the plate of eggs and sausage and toast, a rather rare Western breakfast they were having, but his daughter and young guest seemed to be enjoying the meal without any protest. His brows furrowed slightly as the knife cut into the meat, and he took a piece up to his mouth and ate it, still thinking about the current situation.

"Yamino-san! Your cooking is delicious!" Mayura praised the young man, who blushed at the kind words, and quickly finished her plate.

Her father frowned in her direction, "Mayura, don't eat so fast, or you'll choke."

"But it's just so good!"

The others chuckled, and Yamino asked her, "Would you like seconds, Mayura-san?"

"Oh ye-!"

"I'll have seconds!" Loki raised his empty plate up, before the girl could get hers to him. There was a small skirmish as the plates were shoved in front of Yamino, who couldn't decide who to give the food to first.

The man of the house sighed and stood up without anyone noticing his leave. Before he disappeared through the kitchen archway, he took one last look at the scene, especially at his daughter who was now laughing and stealing some food off Loki's plate.

"Oi! I'm a growing boy here!"

"Um, good point, you really need it, shorty! Heheheh."

"Hey!"

"I can make more," Yamino tried to calm both down.

Daidouji smiled and left.

Thirty minutes later, Yamino had escorted the priest to his vehicle and received a list of chores for the day from the boss, which was mainly making sure Mayura and Loki stayed out of trouble. After the safe departure, the young man returned to the house, closing the front door, and headed to the kitchen to clean up, but he stopped short, having heard Mayura's panicky, hushed voice. He couldn't make out her words, but he could also hear Loki arguing with her.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Loki, in his full adult form, sprawled on the floor, while Mayura was over him with a pink, frilly apron in her hands in an attempt to throw it over the blonde god to conceal his person. Loki held her wrists to stop her from doing something outrageous, and neither noticed how inappropriate their positions were, but Yamino felt enough embarrassment for the three of them and looked at the floor.

"Ah, Yamino-san!" the girl cried, "This isn't what you think!" She threw the apron over Loki's face and pushed him to the floor, "Um, Loki-kun went out to play... and uh, this... is... erm..."

"Argh, Mayura!" Loki groaned, "Will you stop this!"

"I wouldn't have to do this if you had stayed a kid!"

"He knows! Yamino knows!"

"What?"

An irritated Loki pulled the apron off him and glared at the girl in his lap. She was blinking at Yamino, who avoided gaping at the scene, and from that clearly oblivious expression on her face, Loki couldn't stay mad at her. Really, when you have a cute girl in your lap, all defenseless, how could any man be upset?

He smirked, "Mayura, as much as I enjoy this, could you get off me first?"

"Huh?" She turned to him and realized where she was. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she kept apologizing and blushing as she hurried to her feet.

Loki stood up and brushed the mess off his clothes and fixed his bow tie before acknowledging Yamino, "Jormungand, what are you doing here?" The young man lowered his head guiltily, like a child who had been caught red-handed, and Mayura looked at Loki, then to the other, seeing how familiar they seemed yet the air was very tense.

"You must have heard about my predicament?"

He nodded.

"What? Is Yamino-san a god too?"

"Sort of," he replied.

"He's my son," Loki explained, and Mayura's jaw practically dropped to the floor.

"No way!" she shouted, almost pouncing on Loki, and tugged on his cheeks, "You're too young to have a son!

"Mayura!" he grabbed her hands and pulled them back from his face, "I'm a god, remember?! And please be careful with my face."

"So? You look like a young god, ok? I didn't know gods could have kids anyway."

"Now you know." He brushed Mayura aside to get some answers from his son, who had remained quiet, hoping that what he had done didn't earn him a punishment. "Anyway, Jormungand, I would like your explanation for your appearance on Midgard."

"I was worried for you, father."

Loki frowned, "Is that all?"

Mayura pinched the god's arm, "Don't be so mean, Loki-sama! Of course, a child will be worried for his parent! He came to make sure you're okay!"

"Ah, I understand," he tried to appease her. Seeing her with such a serious, upset expression, it bothered him a bit. "What I meant was, there had to be something more to it." They both turned to Yamino who nodded in reply.

"Most of Asgard do not know about your disappearance, yet. Odin forbade the information to be recorded in the daily log, so only the Norn sisters know of this. I was never meant to find out either, but Skuld told me."

"Hm, I see."

"I came to serve you, father, until you return to Asgard."

"Yamino-san's such a good son!" Mayura gushed, staring at him sweetly, and patted his head. Loki, who had been in deep thought, snapped out of it and gaped at them, as she grabbed Yamino's arm and pulled him out of the kitchen, "Tell me what Loki-sama is like, in this Asgard! Is he really uncool?! And how can your mom put up with his overbearingness!"

"WHAT?" a very annoyed Loki shouted after them, "I'm not overbearing!"

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Tokyo, mainly in the shopping district of Ginza, a gorgeous, tall blonde woman was the center of attention in the area. Men were entranced and falling over the place when the woman walked by, and other females were overshadowed by her beauty and elegance. She smirked, feeling greatly empowered that no man could resist her. She was the perfect woman: soft, smooth skin; shimmering, golden hair; mesmerizing blue eyes; long, sexy legs, and a body of curves.

She heard the gasps and sighs with every click her high heels made on the sidewalk, and that made her ego grow a hundred times more. She loved the attention, the adoration.

Yes, she was perfection, walking on Midgard.

Even in Asgard, she was a beauty. All women envied her; all men adored her, courted her.

At the thought of her home, she stopped in her trek and frowned, an appalling sight for her fans to see an unsightly frown upon such an ethereal, beautiful face.

Not all men adored her. Not all men courted her.

Her hands, at her sides, clenched into a fist, as her jaw tightened.

There was one who completely ignored her, rejected her, stood her up on a date she graciously offered him!

"CURSE YOU, LOKI!"

Back at the Daidouji home, Loki sneezed a few times. Mayura looked over at him worriedly, "Are you okay, Loki-sama?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

She looked thoughtful, "Do you gods even get sick?"

He shrugged and helped her put the futon over the clothes line to be aired out. Yamino was nearby, drying the laundry in the sun too. After a bit of work, Loki sat down on a bench and watched the two. He never imagined gods would be doing house chores on Midgard, especially him of all the gods. He had a much easier life in Asgard, and for some reason, he wasn't missing home though, almost like a breath of fresh air on vacation.

Yamino finished hanging the laundry and came over to help Mayura beat the dust out of the hanging futon. It was his first time airing out a Japanese mattress, so he got caught up in the dust and coughed. The girl giggled and showed him how to do it properly.

Watching them together, it made Loki smile, since Jormungand was usually quiet and reserved and rarely around the other gods. He was such a loner sometimes, that it worried Loki, but seeing him now with a shy smile and laughter in his eyes, he really had nothing to fret over. Jormungand was fine as he was, because after all, he was Loki's son.

"Loki~sama~!" Mayura sang and waved in his direction.

"Hm?"

She ran over to him, "Let's go for ice cream after this!"

"Sounds good."

"Soo~," she tugged on his arm, pulling up from the bench, "hurry and help us get this done!" She dragged him over to the clothes line.

"Aaw, more work?!"

"You hardly did anything! It was just Yamino-san and me!" she reprimanded, "If you're going to live here, you need to help out too!"

He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off, "God or not, you will work for your food!"

Suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared, and when it was gone, little Loki stood there, smiling up at her, which earned him a glare, "Even a cute kid like me?"

"Loki-sama!" she huffed out.