A/N: And that about wraps up Lokane Week! I hope you all enjoyed and look out for chapter sixteen of Lokiday coming soon!

Day 115

Loki Laufeyson

Jane calls it a roller coaster.

He calls it disappointing.

The news articles she shows him indicate that riders have a history of being carried off on stretchers. The ride has almost closed due to lawsuits several times. How it stays open after all that is a mystery.

"Money," Loki says as they step off, in one piece and without the need for medical assistance.

"I know that," Jane says, "but try telling conspiracy theorists who think the original park owner's frozen head is under that ride."

"If that were the case, I might've enjoyed myself."

They stop for lunch and after the mild success of their museum trip, he decides to take her advice and broaden his tastes. He eats a Hershey bar. It's by far inferior to a Reese's.

"I used to come here all the time with my cousins," she says. "They dared me to go into the haunted house one Halloween when I was eight. I had nightmares for weeks."

"And where are these cousins now?"

Jane thinks, then shrugs. "I don't know. All over. We don't really talk anymore except a Christmas card here and there. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." He'll find them later and leave a few snakes in their beds.

"Did you and your family ever do anything like this?"

"We went on tours every few decades to other realms, mainly for diplomatic purposes." Loki can recall a fair few times he had to talk Thor's way out of some major faux pas. Never once did he get a thank you for his expert saving of face. The only gratitude Thor ever showed anyone was a tankard of mead over the head. "I would often go off alone or have tea with my mother and her friends. They were all pleasant company."

Jane chuckles. "So you drank tea and chatted up little old ladies? That's kind of adorable."

"Old, yes. Many of them are close to predating your species," Loki says. He places one large hand over her head, completely covering it. "Little? Now, I don't believe you're one to throw stones."

"Knock it off," Jane shakes him off. "You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

They've arrived at a ride in which guests are suspended in oddly shaped spinning cages. Said cages are dragged up and down like a seesaw by a larger mechanism. Their screams are a mix of joyous and terrified. It does not resemble the roller coaster but appears equally disagreeable. The line to get on stretches a good twenty feet.

"That one's called the zipper," Jane says. "I always wanted to go on, but I was too little. Plus, you need another person to ride with you."

"I see," Loki counts the number of people waiting. Thirty-eight. That won't do. "Shall we?"

Jane blinks. If she thought he wouldn't take her story as an incentive, she knows even less about him than she realizes. Nevertheless, she takes his hand in a firm grip. "Let's do it."

Loki waits for the ride to stop. As the last rider gets off with a harried yet satisfied look on their face, Loki places them in the car to the far left. They aren't buckled in yet, Jane grips the safety bar as she lets out a breath. Traveling by magic doesn't always agree with her, but she's made excellent improvement since her first time.

An employee opens the car door to let another two guests on and gapes at them. He tries to speak, but Loki taps his wrist. "Time is wasting, my good man. There are other people waiting to board."

The employee, clearly not out of high school, shakes his head and secures them in their seats. "Enjoy the ride," he says unsurely as he locks them in.

"Such mediocre service," Loki mutters. "Jane, do let me know where I can go to lodge my complaints."

"You're an asshole," she smiles.

The ride shakes to life and they go flying. The spinning takes them in all directions. Loki is well aware of his surroundings but he can't say the same for everyone else. A boy in the next car vomits. Two girls in another car are shrieking. Everyone else laughs as adrenaline pumps blood into their ears. Jane is among them.

"Whoooo!" Her fingers press deep into his knuckles. It doesn't hurt, but it's not the best feeling either.

The ride ends and he allows the same employee to free them from their bonds. He won't remember this come tomorrow, but no need to fill his next few hours with undue emotional trauma.

"That was awesome," Jane gushes. Her legs bend at strange angles and he imagines she's only upright thanks to his support. "I mean… I thought when I was a kid it looked fun, but I had no idea. That was so much better than the pirate ship ride."

"I'm not familiar with that one," Loki says.

"Don't worry, you will be," she says. "That's our next stop."

"Before we seek it out, do you plan to keep holding my hand?"

Jane's smile fades. She looks down to see their fingers are indeed laced. Have been since they disembarked the zipper.

"Ah…" she says. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

Her face flushes. She pulls away and sticks both fists into her pockets. "I think the pirate ship is this way."

They pass a row of games peddling large stuffed toys in exchange for knocking bottles off a podium or landing a golf ball in a fish bowl. Some of the vendors cry out for him to 'win his lady a prize' but he ignores them. Jane is not one for such petty things. If they were offering a working telescope or a new camera for monitoring weather patterns, that might be a different story.

Jane doesn't even grace them with a look. She has horse blinders on and sees nothing but what is straight ahead. It's this intent focus which gives her pause as a massive shape takes form. The structure has a black and purple color scheme. Creaking floorboards and lightning play over a loudspeaker. A deep voice periodically interrupts to issue a warning. "Only the bravest dare venture into the haunted house." Followed by maniacal laughter.

Jane slows to a stop as a child drags his adult companion inside. She twists the day pass tied around her wrist. Loki has one just like it. He hates it. It completely ruins the aesthetic of his outfit.

"Loki," Jane says, "you mind if we make a quick pit stop?"

She approaches the haunted out, flashing her wristband for the ticket taker to see. Her shoulders are back like an Aesir warrior marching into battle. All she needs is armor and a sword.

"Are you sure?" Loki asks. They step inside and he can no longer see her. "I thought this ride frightened you."

"It did," Jane says, "but if I can survive an endless day, I can take anything."

"If you're wrong, it could lead to more nightmares," Loki says. "And your dear cousins aren't here to witness your newfound bravery. Why take the risk?"

They turn the corner into an even darker room. Demonic laughter is layered over a rainstorm. Thunder claps and she doesn't even flinch.

"Because I can," she says.

Now that's logic he can get behind.