He was still thinking on how he'd actually get to New York. He had no money, had no way of getting any money, and even if he could, he couldn't let the girl know of his extraterrestrial powers.
Perhaps he could find a freight liner and sneak aboard it? It was a risky shot but it was what had to be done, plus, there was no way the girl hadn't of done it before, if she was truly desperate of transport she would have done whatever was necessary at the time.

"Come with me," he said quickly, ushering her along as he saw the port where a boat was getting ready to leave.
"But that isn't a public boat, it has goods on It, we can't take it."
"I know that...but I don't have any money for an extravagant plane ride, or a fancy yacht or helicopter to escort us there... Right now this is our only hope," he said, stopping by the edge of the port. "Please, trust me, I know I am only a stranger, but this boat will take us there."

The girl was wary, obviously, but complied to his words. She let him jump down first, and when he extended his hands to help her down she jumped down with him, taking his hands as she did so.
Loki proceeded to walk ahead, the girl following closely behind, and then he helped her on to the deck of the boat, before giving her the instruction, "Stay here. I'm going to find somewhere else we can hide. Don't move." He ran on through to the secluded areas of the boat, before walking back out and giving a hand gesture for her to follow.

They moved back to where Loki had found a place to sit and hide until they docked in New York, and the two sat in silence for hours.
As the silence got to him, Loki began to think to himself again. He realised something; he hadn't asked the girl her name. She had asked him two very important questions, and he hadn't asked her a single question about her life!
"E-Er...," he started, clearing his throat. "Pardon my asking, but I don't think I have asked you your name," he took a moment to pause, "May I know it?"
"Elizabeta," she said softly, "its Russian, but my family is German... I'm not sure why they chose a Russian name for me, I'm German, that's why I live here..."
Loki chuckled softly, "Ah," he started. "You don't know, maybe they just liked the name. Look at me, when I was in..." He trailed off, thinking of an excuse. "...Kindergarten, I was always called Hoki-Poki-Loki."
The girl laughed at this, but a bit too loudly, causing Loki to immediately hold a finger to his lips, not even making a shushing noise, but a silent gesture for her to be silent.
He smirked in the dark as she immediately went quiet, the only sounds to be heard being the waves hitting the boat.

Loki fumbled around in his jacket pocket a short time later, letting out a silent breath of relief to find he had remembered to bring a little something to remind him why he came to Midgard; Frigga's ring which she gave him as he was sent away to his wretched cage of a home for so many years. His delicate fingers thumbed over it, taking in the texture and remembering that she had given it to him and not Thor, because Thor already had everything, he had Jane, he supposedly had Darcy in the past. He had been given love, life, freedom. What had he been given? Nothing, that's what. Nothing except for that ring.

What seemed like a day later, the boat finally slowed to a halt in the New York ports, and Loki and Elizabeta quickly jumped off the boat and escaped unseen.
New York hadn't really changed since he was last there. All he could remember were the Chitauri demolishing everything, the Stark Towers being destroyed and Hulk going absolutely manic and destroy in everything in its sight; which was exactly what he wanted.
Looking back on it, he suddenly felt guilty and thought to himself again if he should be doing this. There was a very high possibility that the person he was going to ask would say no, but then again, if he remembers hearing correctly, as his defined hearing and memory serves him, he recalls the man in question saying he was a 'Playboy billionaire philanthropist.'
The man who he was going to ask, was none other than Tony Stark.

"Look, I have to go and collect some things I left with a friend... I'll be back as soon as I can, in the meantime, go here...," he wrote down an address on the woman's hand, "Go here and wait outside for me. I'll be back, don't worry."
By the time she had time to read the address, he was gone.
The woman quickly went to a passerby, asking where she was going and they pointed her in the general direction of where to go. Before she knew it she was standing in front of the worlds largest tower in all of New York.
Stark towers, built by none other than Tony Stark.

Her neck had craned up to try to see the building, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't crane high enough to see the building in its glory.
"So, I see you like it," Loki's voice glimmered out of nowhere and he was by his side. He had changed his outfit since he had last saw her. He was now in his usual attire, minus the horned helmet and he walked into the building, holding the door for her.
"Why did you change into... That?"
"It's just a little game I like to play with him, that and I had to change and this was the only set of clothing that actually wasn't in the laundry basket."
Elizabeta was silent for a few moments, giving Loki the chance to call for the lift to take him into Tony's main room.
"Sir, there is somebody who wants access. Shall I put on the video com?" Good old J.A.R.V.I.S., always being secure over Stark Towers.
"Go for it," Tony replied back, holding up his phone to align his face with the video camera where the feed would be transmitted to the ground floor.
"Hello there, Stark," a voice spoke, and Tony recognised it straight away.
"I thought you were gone?"
"Oh, I was, but I'm back now."
"Yeah, I can see that. What do you want?"
"I have a favour I need to ask you. Can you let me up?"
"That depends, are you going to try to kill me again and destroy Stark tower?"
"Oh, no, not at all, don't worry."
"Fine. Come on up..."

The video com cut off and the lift dinged open. Being the gentleman and the new person he was trying to be, he let Elizabeta go in first and then he pressed the button to go up.
The lift ride wasn't that much of a bother, and they were soon at the top of the tower. The two of them walked out and Elizabeta looked around in awe.
"Wow... This is amazing!" She gasped, jumping back as she saw none other than Tony Stark in front of her.
"Uh, who is this," he questioned, pointing at her with just his index finger, before walking away.
"This, Tony -"
"Woah, woah, woah, wait, we are not on first name basis still..."
"This, Stark... Is Elizabeta. She is a friend of mine who I met in Stuttgart, and she's looking for a place to stay. I thought about you, and so, here we are."
"Ah... Can I speak with you for a moment?"
"But of course, please, excuse me for a moment, Elizabeta."