Summary: Loki learns the pitfalls of this superstitious day while grocery shopping with Cassandra at a local supermarket.

Loki glanced down at the can of tomato sauce in his hand, wrinkling his nose. People really ate this swill? He replaced it on the shelf. Immediately the can was swiped by a tiny old lady who whacked him in the knee with her cane. He bit back a curse and hopped on his foot.

Smug, the old woman buzzed away in her motorized shopping cart. He glared after her, rubbing his knee. If he were still his villainous self, the old hag would now be an icicle.

Cassandra plunked a box of pasta in the cart and stared at him. "Are you alright?"

Loki straightened, ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Good, because you know it's the 13th." She said, arching her brow. "It's a major bad luck day."

"That's nonsense." Loki sniffed, skirting a display of canned tuna. "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Spaghetti." Cassandra straightened her purse strap and peered over her shoulder at him. "Did you get the sauce?"

Globs of meat. Slimy noodles and that disgusting tomato sauce. Loki hated spaghetti. Cassandra made the dish at least once a month. Since he didn't know how to cook, he kept his mouth shut.

"I'll go get it." He muttered.

"Alright, meet you in the dairy aisle." Cassandra agreed cheerfully wheeling her cart down the main aisle.

Shuddering, Loki turned back to retrieve the canned sauce. He perused the shelves. They were out of the kind Cassandra preferred. Squatting down, he reached to the very back of the bottom shelf. He heard a rip and felt a tug in his backside. Mortified, he shot to his feet.

Did his pants just split? They were designer. How did that happen? Loki's thoughts briefly flitted to Cassandra's statement about bad luck.

Impossible. There was no such thing.

Using his magic, Loki repaired his pants, irritated to waste his power on something so ridiculous. Tucking the sauce under his arm, he went to find Cassandra.

A stocker loaded the shelves full of gallons of milk from a steel cart. Across from him, Cassandra picked through containers of yogurt, grumbling to herself. "Whipped? Greek? Light? Why are there so many damn choices?"

"Look out!" The stocker cried, face twisting in horror as the cart tipped over heading right for Cassandra.

Loki flashed across the distance, shoving Cassandra out of the way. They rolled along the grimy white floor. Gallons of milk exploded all around them in a tidal wave.

Breathing hard, Loki looked down into Cassandra's stunned face. His hand cradled the back of her head, protecting her from injury. He could feel her heart beating frantically against his chest. "Are you alright, darling?"

Puddles of milk seeped around them, soaking their hair and clothes. Cassandra blinked and exhaled sharply. "I'm alright."

Loki helped her sit up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." The stocker babbled.

"You should be more careful. Are you trying to kill people?" Loki snapped.

The man flushed and looked down at his shoes.

Loki didn't care. The idiot nearly killed Cassandra with his carelessness. Bracing a hand against her back he helped her up. "Forget the spaghetti. We'll order in."

Cassandra looked down. Milk swirled around their ankles. "I think that's a good idea."

They left the store. Frowning Cassandra fished around in her pockets. "Loki, do you have the car keys?"

"No. I thought you had them."

She dug around in her purse and swore. "How in the hell did I lose them?"

"Friday the 13th?" Loki suggested.

He was now a firm believer.

A/N: Loosely based on my grocery shopping triptoday. Hope you liked it!