Loki and the Bouncy House

Chapter Two

When Loki stepped onto the bouncy street of Phoenix, he was horrified. It was much worse than he had expected. Oh, the difficulty of taking just a couple steps! It was impossible to get from one corner of the street to the other without having someone bounce into you.

Regardless of this delay, Loki continued on. He wouldn't dare give up. His stubborn pride made Loki journey on. He reached a big bouncy building with colors bursting up and down the sides. There were many people coming in and out of the building. It was busy, and seemed to be a good place to hide the tesseract.

Loki walked, or at least tried to walk, through the entrance. He looked around, and saw little obnoxious children jumping all over the place. He only hoped this wouldn't be disastrous.

In his black attire, Loki stood out from the rest of the crowd. Loki stayed near the perimeter of the bouncy building, heading towards the back.

Aha. There we go, he thought. There was a zipper near the floor. This would made a good home for the tesseract.

Loki bent down to unzip the zipper, taking out the glowing tesseract. He tried to place the tesseract inside the small pouch in the wall. He was so close.

Wham! Something ran into him. Loki whirled around, only to have something else hit him. Whatever could that be? Who dared to mess with—

Oh. No.

It was a child.

Multiple children, actually.

At least 5 children.

No, wait.

Loki tried to count.

At least 15 children.

At least 15 children were bouncing around him, making him unable to hide the tesseract.

Was his plan really going to fail because of some 8 year olds? Yes, Loki began thinking it would fail. His perfect plan was going to fail.

He grumbled, trying to stand up. It was a struggle. Eventually, Loki managed to escape the death house. Holding the tesseract in his hand, he ran into an alleyway. What to do, what to do, what to do... What could he do now? Maybe he should try some other bouncy building. Loki shook his head, though no one was there to see him. The same thing would happen. A bouncy house was a bouncy house after all, and Loki hated bouncy houses.

Concealing the tesseract from view, Loki turned around, hearing a strange noise. It wasn't any sound that he heard before. It didn't belong to any known creature, not to Midgard nor to Asgard.

There. There it was again. Too difficult to describe in words, and too complicated to imitate.

Loki turned his head to look back again. There was a purple hue that zoomed by in a flash, right in front of him. He was extremely confused, but not worried. Loki was never worried.

I'm never worried, Loki thought. Nothing scares me, pfft. Me, the god of mischief, scared of something. Hah, you wish, hahh— "AHAHHAHERAGH WHAT WAS THAT YOU ARGH PLUMS THOSE ARE-ARE PLUMS?"

It was horrific. Loki reminded himself to add "Army of Plums" onto his list of scary things.

Because that was exactly what it was. A huge army of walking, running, moving, talking plums. They were coming closer, their little feet bouncing lightly on the bouncy ground.

Loki took a step back. These are just plums, he tried to reassure himself. Just plain, harmless plums.

It was one of the few times in Loki's life that he was wrong.

The plum army began chasing after him. Loki ran for his life, too frightened to try to stab the fruit away. Over the bushes, past the light posts, under tunnels, they ran.

Loki saw a forest and decided to run into there. Forests were nice. Maybe he could use the trees as a barricade.

Once I get out of this, I'll have to place the tesseract somewhere else. Maybe someplace more civilized, like an office building.

Lost in his thoughts, Loki tripped over a tree root. That was his grave mistake.