...Saturday...

...2029...

"John Connor, you can't go out there without back up!" Loki said, grabbing John by the shoulder.

"I can and I will," John said.

"Then at least go with Matthew," Loki said, as a couple of wary men are behind him.

"Hey!" The other two said.

"And he is mortal so it makes Matthew a more logical guardian," Loki said.

"...Fine," John said. "But you will not follow me!"

"I swear to the heavens and hope to die," Loki said.

John  goes back in.

"What's wrong with you, man?" Joseph Stine asks. "Trying to get him killed?"

"No," Loki said. "I am trying to make sure he lives."

"Says the guy who claims to be  a Ex-God," Stine said.

"I am a Demigod,"  Loki said. "The closest you'll ever get to a Terminator ally."

"Demigod my ass," Edward Straw said.

Loki points his index finger at Straw's boot.

A bullet appears out of no where in line of the target shot and lands through the boot.

"Ow!" Straw shouts. "My foot! Ah, my god!"

"Let's get you to Doctor Brown," Stine said, helping Straw away from Loki.

"Serves him right," Loki said, making a ball of fire appear in his hand. Loki looks over seeing what he is summoning. "That can't be...I didn't summon this!" He twitches his fingers changing the element to floating rocks. "Hmm?..." Loki twitches his middle finger. "That is strange."

Loki turns his hand over dropping the snow flake.

Snowflakes fall from the sky.

"What?" Loki said. "This is not making the slightest of all sense."

Loki twitches his third finger.

It rains.

Loki looks up towards the sky at least a little puzzled.

"I am not that kind of god," Loki said, snapping his fingers. The rain stops. "Never was."

Loki goes back into the base.