*Above is what I consider to be Loki's theme song* :)

Loki inhaled deeply, head tilted back. Midgard air was less cold and crisp than Asgard air. It veered more to.....what was that word? Ah yes. Warmth. It was warm air that clung to your clothes and lingered in the seams.

He dropped his head down - and instantly laid eyes on a mortal girl.

"By Odin's eye!" he swore and immediately closed his own. Blast, I wanted to at least find someone who had high status in Midgard.......

With his eyes firmly shut he raised his voice in an imperious command.

"Common mortal! I am Loki, God of Mischief! I hail from Asgard, and I demand a meeting with your leader! Bring me to him at once!"

Kyra stared. She was still half-dazed by alcohol and by what she had witnessed, along with the sight of this person in front of her and the fantastical implications it meant. Her addled mind scrambled to restore some sense and all she could blurt out was,

"What?"

Loki's voice turned impatient and rose to a roar.

"Did I not speak clearly? Are you too awed by my presence that it has scrambled your puny little mind? I repeat, bring me to your leader!"

Kyra stared back, bewildered. "You want to meet Richard?"

Loki tilted his head at an angle.
"Ree-cherd.......what ridiculous names you mortals wear. But pay me no heed. A powerful man is powerful regardless of his name, is it not?"

Kyra blinked. "I don't know if he's considered powerful......"

Loki inhaled sharply.

"Such ignorance!" he scoffed. "How can one not know the power of one's king? Is his status not higher than yours? Do you not obey his commands?"

Kyra thought.

"Well yes, I suppose you can put it in such terms....."

"Does being in his favor not reap you rewards?" Loki persisted. "Does his judgement not decide your wellbeing?"

"......Yes but - "

"Then that is good enough for me. Inform your leader that the king of another world is honoring him with a visit!"

A sudden ray of light pierced through the night sky above and once again the wind howled. Another presence had entered the fray. There was no one else around Kyra, at least not physically, but she could feel the newcomer hovering at the fringes of her mind.

Sure enough another voice spoke.

"Loki. Again you are treating the mortals with your usual derision. When will you see that they are equal to us in many other ways? We are not invincible, like the mortals we too will one day meet our Maker. Like mortals you too will fade into death."

The mocking voice of the man who looked like Loki but couldn't possibly be Loki because - Jesus, Loki - spoke.

"But of course. Give or take five thousand years."

There was something weird about the way they were speaking, and it wasn't just the formal old language style.......it took a moment before Kyra could pinpoint it.

She wasn't getting these words from her ears. She wasn't hearing them, not in the usual sense. She was hearing them in her head.

Whoa, is this telepathy? she thought. Because that would be so frigging cool.

Sudden silence on both ends. Loki opened his eyes and stared at her.

Rats, can they hear what I'm thinking?

No. We can't, came Loki's voice.

Kyra breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness - she gaped as the realization set in.

She looked at Loki, who merely dipped his head slightly and gave a smug smile.

The third voice spoke. "Mortal. I am Odin, King of Asgard. The man you see before you is my son, Loki -"

"Stepson, I believe," cut in Loki. "Let us not lie. After all, she is my new........master." The last word rang with intense displeasure.

Odin ignored him and continued. "Loki is to serve a one month sentence here in Midgard - Earth - to repent for his sins. You have nothing to fear, his powers have been stripped entirely and he is but a mere human now. As you are the first mortal he has met, he is now under your command. He can fulfill any of your three wishes, as long as they are good in nature. Think of him as your very own genie, so to speak."

Kyra's drunken state didn't allow her to comprehend much, but she definitely got the main points - strange man, Asgardian God, wish granter. Okey dokey!

"He might be serving you, but do treat him well." The voice and light began to fade. "He is after all, my son."

The presence disappeared. Loki kept his face upturned for a moment, before turning back to the mortal girl in front of him.

Who had an utter idiotic smile plastered on her face.

"A genie! And three wishes!" She giggled in delight. "Oh my goodness, where should I start? Should I wish for a million dollars? No wait - two million. Haha! Or maybe not having to work for the rest of my life! Oh gosh, there are just so much possibilities!"

Loki observed her swaying figure and frowned.

"Are you drunk, mortal?" he asked in disgust. He'd never been drunk himself, but he'd definitely seen the things it did to Thor.

Kyra shushed him. She reached out a hand and beckoned him to come near.

"Come come! It's not like I'll bite!" She giggled again and put on the sternest voice she could muster, which in her condition, was not stern at all. "Your master orders you to come, slave!"

Loki bristled visibly at that, and his green eyes flashed. For a moment it looked as if he would direct the sceptre towards her like how he would have done if it had any power.

Instead he walked near her stiffly.

"My name is Loki Laufeyson......master." The last word was grounded out between clenched teeth.

Kyra grinned. "Kidding! Only kidding. You don't have to call me master. Nope. Nawp. Nope-dy doody doo."

Kyra stuck out a hand. "Nice to meet you Loki! You can call me Kyra. And don't worry, I won't bully you. Nope. Not that mean." A pause. "Well maybe......a little?"

Another fit of giggles. Loki stared at her with barely concealed contempt and disdain.

"It seems Midgard mortals are much more crude than I anticipated," he remarked drily.

A short burst of music. Kyra dug around in the pocket of her leggings.

"Hold on.....it's here somewhere......" She dug out her smartphone. "Ah! There we are!"

Loki's head cocked slightly as he regarded the sleek flat gadget. Kyra swiped at the screen and placed it against her ear.

"Hulllooo......oh Richard!" Loki's ears perked up. "Ahhh I'm at this small park behind the convention center......dangerous? Nah!"

She draped an arm around Loki's shoulders. "I have a god with me!" She grinned foolishly.

Loki leaned his head backwards as far as possible from hers. How despicably rude and disgusting. He wanted to flick the hand away, but that might offend this mortal, who seemed to be on rather familiar terms with this king Richard.......

Kyra nodded vigorously. "Okies! I'll wait for you guys here then!"

She hung up. Loki eyed her and put on his most casual tone.

"Is your leader coming?"

Another round of enthusiastic nodding. "Mm-hmm! Long live Richard!"

Loki watched her. "You are a patriot," he mused. "You do not look like one."

Kyra frowned. "Are you insulting me? Bad dog - I mean, god!"

Loki's lips twitched. "You are amusing too. And I am not easily amused."

"I can see that." Kyra placed two fingers at the edge of his lips. Loki was so startled at her audacity - how dare a mortal touch a god! - that he forgot to move.

"You need to smile morrreeee......morreeee...." Kyra pushed the corners up. "Ssmmmmiilllleeeeee......"

There was a sudden glare of headlights. Both god and mortal turned to see the green van pulling up at the kerb.

"Oh! It's them!" Kyra jumped up and started waving. "Here! Here! Over here!"

She tapped Loki's shoulders. "Come on you do it too. Jump! And wave!"

Loki scoffed and looked away. Seeing how he wasn't complying, Kyra grabbed his arm and waved it madly.

"Here! Hhheerrrrreee......"

Loki watched her hop as if her life depended on it. Again his lips twitched.

Someone standing near the green van spotted Kyra's frantic signaling and gestured to the rest. Pretty soon the five Tidbits employees, led by a concerned Richard, was making their way across the grass toward them.

"Kyra! Heavens girl, where have you been - " Richard stopped when he saw the tall costumed man Kyra had her arm draped around.

"Oh. You are....." The furrowed eyebrows cleared as quick as they came. "......Kyra's boyfriend?"

"What? Where?" A shrill shriek. Loki saw a girl with hair as golden as Thor's marched out from the rear of the group.

She saw Loki. She gaped. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Cecilia whispered to her fiance, "He does look hotter than Tom Hiddleston."

"You're Kyra's boyfriend?" the blonde demanded.

Before Loki could answer, Kyra spoke up loudly and proudly.

"That's right! He's my boyfriend!"

She threw both hands into the air and declared,

"Loki Laufeyson, Asgardian God of Mischief, is my boyfriend!"

Sherria gaped. Richard arched an eyebrow. Harry and Cecilia cooed. Eric blinked.

And Kyra threw up all over Loki's Asgardian leather suit.