Kid Loki , Part 1 : One Bad Idea After Another .
• 3 Months after "Age of Ultron", 6 Months since Loki Regressed his body :
WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!? This was the worst possible form he could have taken! It was impossible to move around during 'school hours' as everyone kept asking him why he wasn't there. Apparently school was not reserved for the nobles here, but a mandatory practice for all children.
Admittedly that was a good thing and he intended to keep that system in place, when he finally conquered this planet, but it made it fairly obvious he could not easily blend in during the day.
In addition, finding work was impossible. There were the most useless of laws preventing children from even APPRENTICING for a craft. Something he most certainly WOULD change.
He settled for using a bit of alchemy to turn things to gold, but found shops would not accept anything beyond useless paper, and refused to barter at all. He tried selling the gold to one of those "cash for gold" places, but they threatened to "call his mother for trying to sell her jewelry". He actually had to run out of one of the traders, to avoid getting the authorities called, when that shop keeper accused him of stealing the gold.
Ironically, he had to resort to petty thieving after that. He had no choice, or else he wouldn't be able to eat.
Since he could not rent a hotel room, without drawing suspicion, he had to live in a bloody BOX. Of course, he used magic to make the box larger on the inside, and acquired himself some nice furniture through less then legal means.
He even got a 'Television', which he powered by magic. Along with some 'videogames' to pass the boring morning hours. While other kids were in school. He also found he had to 'confiscate' more clothing, as wearing the same thing every day drew suspicion.
He, at least, was able to keep himself, and his things, clean with magic. He had to rely heavily on his craft, but unfortunately this body was too young and had little stamina.
He sighed, taking this form was such a huge mistake. It could not handle his full magical power, so he had to practice often. Which quickly tired his body out.
Even physically, this useless body was about as weak as an average Asgardian child, due to the injuries of his soul at the time from that Hulk monster. He was never very good at creating muscles but this was ridiculous.
At least he was still stronger then a human, but he was far more vulnerable in this form. Even the density of his skin was pitiful. One of these mortal's mere bullets could bruise him. Where other weapons could actually make him bleed.
This was possibly the dumbest thing he had ever done, and in recent years that was an impressive list. He also required a large amount of food just to fuel it.
Where an adult body, of such higher beings, could go hundreds of years without eating a thing (although few Asgardians did that with how gluttonous they were). This had just been such a bad idea.
Loki sighed again, stepping out into the street. As he was hungry again. He casually walked down the street, his nimble fingers pulling a wallet from a man's pocket.
He could use a spell for that, but he found using too much magic just made him more tired. So he reserved it for emergencies or stamina building. However, he only did the latter, when he was safe, in his heavily warded box... he should have considered using his powers this time.
Suddenly someone grabbed his hand, but it was not the man he stole from. It was a different man, dressed in a red skintight suit with a bit of yellow, and a seal on his chest of a lightning bolt.
"Ah hell," Loki groaned as the superhero, known as "The Flash", took the wallet out of his hand. Then handed it back to the guy the demigod had robbed.
Loki really had no choice now. He'd been caught. Best case scenario was getting his hand chopped off, if this was anything like Asgard. So he turned his hand to ice, made it freeze until it burned.
The speedster gasp in shock as he let go, and Loki instantly teleported away. He couldn't get far as this body couldn't handle the strain, but he could get to the top of the roof and hide. Unfortunately he had mistaken this Flash to be as stupid and oblivious as his brother. Another poor mistake.
The man must have noticed the loud 'pop', and smoke, as he reappeared on the roof. As not a moment later the man was right there.
Loki slammed his palms on the rock, or 'concrete', roof and poored his magic into it. Large spikes of rock jet out of it, to impale the speedster. Yet again he was too fast. He was still getting closer. Loki quickly coated the entire roof in ice, and when the Speedster tripped, the boy jumped off the roof.
Loki used a feather fall spell to slow his descent, and used an invisibility spell for obvious reasons.
The moment his feet touch the ground, he was running. All the while, forcing himself to maintain his invisibility. He could feel the spell quickly eating away at his magic, as he ran. His magic depleting quickly.
He ran all the way back to his box, but couldn't actually make it inside. His magic was spent, his body was exhausted. His spell gave out and he collapsed. He tried to crawl to his box, but it was too much... all went black.