Freedom is...

Guests and Mortal Hospitality

Every man in the Nine Realms can agree that women are dangerous. I don't think any of them have been hit by thier girlfriend's van three times. Nevertheless, I was glad to see her. She could give Loki and I a place to stay while we worked things out. Hopefully we would be able to find our own place to stay, but that would take some time. The thing was, having my Loki and Jane under the same roof would be a problem... Hopefully he would stay out of the way and not cause any mischief. But something struck me when we arrived. Loki seemed to have forgotten about his grief and was acting more like himself. Whether it was the fall, or whether he'd just accepted it, I was glad to see him be himself again.

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I rushed over to Thor, kneeling my his side. He seemed to be okay, other than a bruise or two, which might have been there anyways.

Two ladies got out of the van and rushed toward us. The younger of the two said something along the lines of, "Great job, Jane! Maybe you found a new boyfriend!"

The other, Jane, responded with, "Shut up!" Jane.. As in Thor's Jane?

Upon Thor's sitting up, and the ladies seeing him, the younger looking one said, "Oh, nope. Just the ex!"

Jane gasped. "Thor?!" she asked.

"We've got to stop meeting this way.." Thor mumbled, Looking up at her.

I helped him up, and it seemed like no harm was done.

Thor and Jane kissed, and Jane's little friend let out an, "AWWWHHH! I love reunions!" I simply rolled my eyes.

It was a while before Jane's friend noticed me and asked, "Wait, who's this guy?"

Thor looked to me. "Darcy (So she has a name!), this is my brother, Loki."

"Loki?" Jane asked, "As in 'New York'?!" When Thor nodded, Jane turned to me and struck me across the face.

I turned back to her. "I suppose I deserved that," I admitted, then fixing my hair, which had fallen out of place and into my face.

"Yeah, you did," Jane spat, then turning back to Thor. "Why is he here? Did you bring him? Why would you-"

"It is a long story, Lady Jane," Thor interrupted. "And I shall tell it to you later."

Suddenly, Darcy interrupted to ask Thor an irrelevant question. "Is it wrong that I find your brother hot?"

Instead of letting Thor answer, I interjected, "Not wrong at all." I smirked.

"Yeah," Jane said, a bit miffed. "Really wrong. You do realize this guy tried to take over Earth, and killed a bunch of people in the process, right?"

"Now, now, Jane," I said, "Can we not let the past be the past?"

Before she would reply, Thor jumped in, saying, "I think that's a great idea."

I could tell that Jane was more that irritated at my presence, and thus I continued to smirk on. I had missed this feeling so...

"Jane, my brother and I will be staying on your realm for... quite a while. May I ask that we stay with you for a few days?" Thor asked.

Jane sighed. "Yeah, I have a guest room you can use..." Then she glared at me. "As long as he doesn't screw anything up or kill anyone."

"You have my word," I said, holding my hands up in defense.

"Mhmm... Alright. Get in the van," she instructed. She turned and got back inside of the van, Darcy getting in on the passenger's side. Thor and I climbed into the back, and then we were off.

~Sidenote~ *creepyface* Get in the van ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~

In the front of this van were a bunch of buttons and nobs and such. Darcy played with a few of these, and music began blasting from nowhere. I was startled, but did not let it show. What kind of music was this anyways? It was nothing like what we had on Asgard. Not even close. It was loud, and the words to some of these songs made no sense. However, after a while, I got used to it.

When we arrived at Jane's home and got out of the van, she lead us inside. Once the little tour of the house was over, she dropped us off at the guest room. I stood, leaning against the wall, just thinking for the time being.

"So, what're you going to tell your little girlfriend?" I asked. "About why we're here, I mean."

"The truth," he said. "Why?"

"Because if you tell her what I did, and the fact that we're pretty much fugitives, she might be a bit less than thrilled to have us here, if she wasn't already," I pointed out.

He sighed. "Well, then, I'll just tell the partial truth."

I smirked. "I'm rubbing off on you, aren't I? I'm so proud..."

Freedom is Hospitality.