The Avengers are not a very big fan of Loki after the whole aliens-invade-New-York thing. It's a miracle he's alive, and an even bigger miracle that he's escaped.

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Loki sneers at the numbers, finding that his soulmate will be a weak mortal and not a powerful goddess like he had hoped.

But Loki doesn't pay the numbers much attention as he plops down on a bench hidden under some trees, basking in the shade when the sound of an aircraft makes him jump.

He decides that he'd rather not be found by his brother, and gets up and begins running. His stupid mistake was to look backwards while rounding a corner, and in result slams into someone.

They both go down, a book fluttering down on to his face. He sits up, pulls it off his face, ready to shout at whoever had run into him, but his numbers zero out and he huffs.

"Oh my god," The woman scoots away, tries to take the book but Loki raises it out of her reach. "I'm sorry, but could I have my-"

"It appears you are my soulmate," He says, standing and dusts himself off with the book still in hand. "And I am yours."

She shakily stands from the dirt, not bothering to wipe off her pants and instead stares at his clothes.

"You're a cosplayer?"

He makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, turns and begins combing through the book. "Mortals never cease to amaze me with their lack of knowledge." A jet passes by and Loki faces the woman. "I need a place to stay. Will you provide me with one?"

"W-What?"

"You are my soulmate, are you not?"

She blinks a few times, says a small yes, and takes her arm before walking back the way she came.