Author's Note:Moonlight Snowflake, I'm glad you liked it. I thought it might be interesting for Night Furies to be Loki's creation. Since they possess some of the God's qualities. But here's the next chapter. Please remember to leave a review. Thank you.

Loki laid in his bed looking out his high window. His room is the highest in the house. Which some would call it the attic. His green eyes were locked on the billions of bright stars shining brightly across the dark blue sky. He wondered if he should seek consul in the God of mischief. He knows if he does than the village will truly never let him live it down. But he's desperate. With a sigh Loki got up and climbed a ladder to a higher level to get to his window. He looked at the sky and closed his eyes.

"Loki...God of mischief. Hear my cry. I need guidance, can you send me a sign?"

A strong amount of wind blew through the window. Nearly knocking the twenty year old Thunderston back. Grabbing hold of the window his green eyes watched as a shooting star fly across the sky and landed deep in the forest. Loki somehow felt a pull towards the forest and before he knew it he was getting dress and running towards the woods. Loki had gotten deep into the forest when he seen smoke coming from behind a hill. Curious filled his being. He slowly peeked over the hill and gasped at what he saw. Before a growl escaped his lips. He quickly reached for his dagger and looked towards the direction of the dragon. But the reptile was gone. Sighing in disappointment Loki turned to leave but stopped at the feeling of someone' s hot breath on his neck. Slowly he turned to come face to face with a pair of gold eyes. Loki couldn't turn away as he starred into the dragon's eyes. As he looked he noticed that the eyes were trimmed with green and full of mischief.

"Is that your choice of weapon, all the time?"

Loki's face paled, paler than usual as he gaped at the ebony dragon. "Did you just talk?"

The dragon looked around before looking at the midgardian. "I don't see any one else."

Loki turned and shook his head before running his hand through his hair. "I ask for Loki...not this beast!"

The dragon growled, ruffling up the Viking heir's hair. "I am not a beast and I have a name!"

Loki grunted before rolling his green eyes. "What can your name possibly be?"

The dragon snorted. "Mischief. The God of mischief named me himself."

The Thunderston frowned as he took in the dragon's words. "The God of mischief sent you?"

Mischief nodded his large head. "He will come to you soon enough. But for now I'm here to help."

Loki glared at the dragon with a snarl. "I don't need your damn help!"

Mischief watched the midgardian storm away with a knowing smirk. He'll be back.

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Loki storm into the village pushing every thing to the side. He had no time and no will to handle the village's torture. His mind as much as he wanted couldn't get Mischief out of his thoughts. Nothing could get that brief talk out of his mind. So against his will, Loki returned to the forest and with a basket of fish.

"I knew you would come back."

Loki rolled his green eyes before placing the basket down.

"Aww! For me? You shouldn't have."

Loki glared as he took a seat on a tree root. "Get to the point of why you're here!"

Mischief looked up from the fish to the human. "Are you afraid of heights?"

Loki snorted. "Absurd. I'm not afraid of anything."

Mischief smiled widely, showing off his species' gummy smile. "Good."

With a flap of his large wings the Night Fury grabbed Loki and took to the sky.