The last thing Loki could remember was overwhelming pain. Someone, most likely Odin, had stripped him of his powers and left him as no more than a mortal to be punished for his crimes. He remembered being dragged across the Bifrost and he remembered the shocking feeling of being cast out of Asgard, without the protection of his powers. His memory of these events was not clear, however- it was as if there was some sort of memory block hindering them.

Loki opened his eyes and blinked, taking in the unfamiliar territory in front of him. It appeared he was some sort of forrest, with tall, green trees surrounding a serene meadow of soft green grass. Loki sat up and cringed. He looked at his body to do an inventory of injuries and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

Startled at the sheer amount of blood, Loki quickly glanced over the rest of his body, realizing the majority of it seemed to be stemming from his nose, which was still bleeding profusely. "I must have injured it when I landed here...Wherever 'here' is..." Loki mused. Once the bleeding was under control, Loki attempted to stand only to find that his right ankle would not hold his weight. Loki collapsed onto the cold, wet forrest floor, swearing under his breath. "This is not a punishment fitting for a god," Loki fumed. "This is a pathetic punishment for a weak mortal."

After fashioning a splint out of various forrest supplies, Loki made his way out of the thicket. He leaned upon the stick he found and made his way into the meadow, quickly becoming drenched in the rain. Loki sighed it frustration and raised his head to the heavens. Just as he was about to scream in frustration, something caught his eye. Something shinny and tall. Squinting through the rain, Loki realized he was not in a secluded forrest in some unknown realm, but rather he was back on Midgard! And from the looks of it, he was back in New York. Loki scoffed at the insult from Odin, sending him to the exact location he failed! How dare he!

Loki slumped his shoulders and trudged through the rain, making his way of of the park, and into the city proper. Loki left Central Park and began walking down what said "Fifth Avenue." Loki glared at all the people, dashing about, warm and dry under their coats and umbrellas. He noticed all of the strange looks he was receiving and realized they were looking at how he was dressed, or not dressed, rather than recognizing him for who he really was.

Loki was becoming more and more agitated by walking among the mortal Midgardians, and could not believe they were giving him dirty looks while ramming into him. Loki then started bumping into people as well, only earning him more angry looks. Loki then noticed a tiny, beautiful woman watching him from a few yards away. Her face was unlike any face he had ever seen before.

The woman was watching him curiously, not with anger or frustration, but genuine concern. The sound of screeching tires on the street momentarily distracted her from her staring and Loki used that opportunity to move out of her line of sight. The tiny woman with the short hair that was strangely appealing appeared to be looking for Loki and he smirked. "Pathetic humans, moved by their most base desires..." Loki thought. It was then Loki decided he would follow this tiny woman to see where she went.

Loki watched the woman enter a large establishment, labeled "Safeway," filled with what appeared to be a curious mix of food and material supplies. Loki decided he would watch her from a distance inside the store, curious as to what she buy buy. The woman hurridly grabbed a small black wheeled basket-type item, and picket up some sort of paper with photos and colors upon it. She seemed pleased with something she saw and began pushing the small apparatus about the store.

The woman began filling the container with various boxes and cans, made up of many colors and designs. She would politely move her cart of of the way for others, and would smile and nod at her fellow mortals. Loki thought this a curious gesture; weren't all Midgardians crass and unsympathetic?

Loki became distracted in his thoughts of his past experiences with the humans, of how they thought they were so very important in the grand scheme of things. Loki thought of the wretched Avengers, and of how they all sided against his plans to rule this world...


Ginna was 100% positive she was being followed in the grocery store, but she didn't know by whom; she casually glanced around her but saw no one who seemed to pay her any mind. She went about the supermarket, grabbing the essentials for French Toast, as well as some necessities to restock her kitchen. When she reached the wine and spirits aisle, she decided it to treat herself to some of the liquid that made all her worries and cares go away.

Ginna picked up her favorite wine, a Hogue Riesling, and placed it in her cart. She also decided to purchase some Bacardi's for Cuba Libres. She went off to the soda aisle to pick op the Coke, and picked up some Gheradheli chocolates on her way to the fresh produce aisle for the limes. Once she had all she needed, she made her way to the check stands, still not able to shake the feeling that she was being followed.

Loki again found the woman on the aisle that was selling various alcoholic beverages. The woman seemed to be contemplating some complex thought as she picked up various colored and clear bottles, before settling on two different ones.

The woman made her way towards the front of the store, and began to place all of her items from the wheeled apparatus onto some sort of moving belt. The items were whisked to a person who picked up each and every one, swishing it just so in order for it to make a ghastly beeping sound which apparently was the desired effect.

The woman pulled a folded piece of leather out of her pocket and swiped a small, rectangular piece of colorful plastic on a black device. This was apparently the key to ascertain permission to leave the store with the new bagged items.

The tiny woman picked up the plastic bags filled with her new items, and she made her way out of the store. Loki hurried to follow her, and slipped out the automatic doors some paces behind her. The woman set off on a brisk walk north, heading for what Loki assumed was her dwelling. It began to rain again, so the woman began to trot at an even quicker pace, casing Loki discomfort in attempting to follow her on his bad foot.


"Him," Ginna thought. "He's the one who's following me." Ginna saw the man's reflection on a car window as he stood behind a newspaper stand. Instead of fear, Ginna felt only curiosity as to why this man seemed so interested in following her. He was so out of place, he looked uncomfortable, not because of what appeared to be a homemade splint on his ankle and the crude stick he was using to support himself, but in his surroundings. The man looked like he had never walked down a city street. Ginna wondered if he was having PTSD or an episode of dissociate fugue. That was a common occurrence after the attacks just a couple of months prior.

Ginna decided that she needed to help this man, perhaps get him some shoes and a coat, make him a hot meal. Ginna reached her condo's entrance and swiped her keycard, granting her access to her building. She placed her grocery bags upon the foyer floor and turned back to go outside. She popped her umbrella and stood on tip-toes to look for this man.

"Where did he go?" Ginna wondered. "He was just here a moment ago..." Ginna caught sight of the man as he appeared to be struggling with regaining his footing, only to be knocked down my an asshole, illegally riding his bicycle on the sidewalk. When the cyclist came past her, she accidentally lost her grip on her umbrella and threw it at him, starling him and causing him to fall onto the sidewalk, eating gravel.

"Oops," Ginna simpered to herself as she made her way to the poor soul now having a fit, crumpled down in the rain.


Loki lost his grip on the stick he was using to keep his balance, and fell hard onto the cold, wet concrete. Swearing Loki tried to regain his footing only to be thrown to the ground again by a passing cyclist. Loki howled in frustration and slammed his palms upon the ground, curing Odin. He contemplated going after the man and teaching him a lesson in Asgardian fashion, but knew he would not be able to even catch him in his condition. As he wallowed in the rain, he noticed that the rain no longer fell upon his face and shoulders and looked up to see the woman holding her umbrella over the two of them. The woman smiled and crouched down, offering him her now empty right hand. Loki wondered what happened to her bags when she spoke.

"You mind telling me why exactly you're following me, and why you look like you just crawled out of Dr. Frankenstein's lab?" The woman's light voice asked, with a smirk.