Going to Midgard anyways

   Loki woke up in the palace's healing chambers. He felt terrible, his stomach was grumbled and his side was aching badly. He had been sleeping for days but it felt like months. The first thing he saw when his vision started to sharpen was Frigga.
   His mother ran to him immidiately and hugged him tightly. Loki hugged her back, clinged to her like he had never experienced greater peace than in her arms. But it wasn't just that how glad he was  to see her again, it was more about how much pain it caused him to let his mother go again. How much he is going to miss her. When Frigga let go of him he looked in her eyes full of tears.
- Dear mother, I am so sorry that I made you worry. Let it be known that it wasn't my goal at all.
- Oh Loki... - Frigga kissed his cheeks, multiple times - It doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is that you are alive. Are you feeling well, darling? Should I call the nurses?
- There is no need, mother. I ask from you a very different thing, but no matter how unbelievable it sounds you have to listen to me, please.
   He told Frigga everything what happened since Nora had visited him. What she had told him and what he had been planning to do. Where Leah was, what plans he had made to set her free. He asked Frigga to don't tell Odin and Thor that he is alive, because until he comes back, it won't be safe. His true feeling was that Odin had to do something with Leah's mission and that he would not want him to go to Midgard. In some regards, he would be right, but if his suspicion was true his father had been lying to him all this time. The people of Asgard had to believe that he was dead also, so there would be no search or questions asked about where he went. It was necessary, so he made Frigga promise that she will keep the secret. He knew deep inside that his mother could not do anything with this matter, because his father rarely told her his intentions. And of course she was the one he had the most trust in. Using his magic turned himself into a soilder and left the palace at the first changing of guards.
   The most difficult thing in the plan was to get through Heimdall. He reached the Bifrost and was ready to use his power over the mighty god, for his suprise Heimdall opened the gate for him. Good for him, manipulating Heimdall would be a lot of challenge.
-  I saw everything and heard everything that had lead you here. I will let you use the Bifrost so you could get to Midgard, but the only reason why I do this is you have very little chance coming back. You hopefully will die on this mission.
-  It is very nice of you to say that, Heimdall, I feel the same.
-  Nothing personal, God of Mischief, I have to put Asgard's interest above all. Let us be honest to each other, I am sure with your nature, sooner or later you will cause something... well, not very pretty so I say nicely. Some kind of doom, a catastrophy maybe. You can be a prince when you are so foolish, selfish and...
-  Do I have to listen to your kind words all day or can I go finally?
-  You will go through, eventually. It is better if you stay away from Asgard. And remember, here, you no longer live. You are dead to the asgardians.
-  I always have been dead to them, we both know that.
   Loki took a deep breath and felt releived when he stepped into the rainbow flow. He hated to travel by the Bifrost but he took it as a step to get closer to Leah. That made his discomfort feel like nothing.
   He wasn't directly transported to Washington, he found himself on a field nerby a farm.

   Loki always found pleasure in impressing simple humans. He showed them some tricks, told a few times that he is the mighty God of Mischief and threatened them to take him to Washington.
   It wasn't his day though. First, the Bifrost and now a bumpy ride in an old car with a stinky farmer and his horny wife. That woman must had been around sixty or sixty five and Loki could bet that he never ever seen such an ugly, creepy lady in his life. He enchanted her to entertain his husband instead so he could rest a little and think his plans through again. He had spent some time researching and thinking-through his plans but he had knew that there was no way he could get all the detail and information to get to Leah. He had to blend in with the FBI agents and follow the actions. He had plenty of time though, but he had been hoping for a quick adventure. Now that he was getting closer to Leah, thank the Allfather, she is alive, he had never been so eager to see her again.
   Images of them came to his mind. Days and nights, dueling, picking, watering and transplanting flowers. And yeah, sometimes bad memories had been made aswell. Like arguing about his bad tember and habits, about how much she travels and how many troubles Loki gets her in. Oh, she always wanted take part in them, Loki knew that. She never said, but the mischevious vigor in her eyes batrayed her. She had the eagerness and dexterity that made her perfect for anything this kind. And yeah, she pretty much enjoyed it, only complained when she got in trouble in the end. Otherwise she was just like him. And now, he will get her back...
   When he got to the city, the first thing was to reach a certain Gilbert Gilderoy's house. The question is, who is this guy we are talkimg about? He had worked as a janitor, had been sweeping and mopping the floors of the FBI's headquarters for over twenty years. He was a very fragile and old fellow, so Loki made sure not to hurt him when he broke into his home and sneaked into his bedroom. Of course, he was noiseless and gentle, every move he made was careful. He cracked the lock of the front door, sneaked across the living room and the kitchen. It was so dark that he barely was able to see where he put his legs, around the left corner in the bedroom he kicked something furry. He heard a cat squealing and the wrinkled old guy seemed to wake up. He froze, stopped every kind of movement, even stopped breathing for a minute. Gilbert sneezed and then laid back. After the snoring started again and he went closer.
   Loki learned enchanting from Frigga. It was very useful, if he had enough time and peace to get it through he had the ability to occupy other's bodies while laying them in a deep sleep for a while. He had practised it a lot back in Asgard before his leaving on concubines who had been visiting him.
   So Loki went into this lovely little detached-house in his true form, looking like the God of Mischief and left looking like an ancient man with bald head and crackling bones. It didn't seem like a fair trade to him...
   It was a pretty strange feeling to be on the way to the mission already and for the first time in the last few months he minded that he was all alone. He turned up the volume, listening to some kind of pop music. Ariana Grande, or something. But it wasn't enough to distract him.
   He didn't know exactly why but he stopped at a pub on the side of the road. Despite all of this preparation he didn't feel ready. He had to take a deep breath first and some beer to clear his head.
   It was a small, cozy pub with a lot of usual people inside. Workingclass men playing darts and getting drunk, old ladies next to a table losing all of their money on poker, a bartender scrubbing a glass with a piece of cloth. It smelled like cigarette and whisky in here, and Loki kinda loved the atmosphere.
-  It will be a beer and some whisky aswell. - he orded, sat down next to the counter
-  Hello there, nice boy. - an old lady sat down next to him, she was wearing a tight red dress and high heels, but for some reason she made Loki think about the farmer's wife making his stomach turning upside down - Do you mind sharing a drink for a lonely gal? I could pay it back to you later.
   For a moment he forgot he was a tiny old man. His face turned so red it was more like a ripe tomato than a head at this point. He paid for his drinks and decided to go back to his cars instead. He was drinking whisky while driving and had no clue at all it was illegal on Midgard.