Finding Freedom, Loki's Story.

chapter 2

Britney's pov:

"Come on stain! Why won't you come out?" It was a hot, dry day here in west Texas (as usual). The perfect weather for hand-washing laundry out on the patio though. One of my pairs of jeans had a red dirt stain on the knee and I was scrubbing it with such vigor I thought I might work a hole in it! "Fine, be that way." I said out of pure frustration. I then hung it up to dry with the stain still staring me down.

Loki was supposed to be arrive soon. I can only pray everything goes well. I mean I've discipled my fare share of people but with Loki I didn't know what to expect. A person can only be fixed if he's willing to try after all. And if I can't fix him that doesn't mean he's too far gone. I believe no one is ever too far gone. I just hope I can help him see that.

Hi. My name is Britney. I live in the middle of podunk, dirt-town, nowhere in west Texas. I love being outside. I'm self reliant. I'm lonely, but with some luck, that should change soon. You might know my father. People call him The Doctor. He's a Time Lord who stole a TARDIS and travels through time and space. Now you may be wondering, if my dad is The Doctor, then why am I stuck here to babysit a universe-renowned criminal? But that's a story for another time.

Suddenly there was a change in the wind. The sky filled with grey storm clouds, strange for Texas. And even stranger was when they started swirling. So much for the laundry. But after a few minutes of this strange storm above my house something fell from the clouds and towards the earth in front of me. It looked human! So I ran. But I wasn't fast enough to do anything about the impact. The body bounced off the ground with a thump and landed a little farther off.

"Oh shoot!" I shouted. It was a person. He wasn't moving. I guessed this was Loki, although he didn't really look Asguardian. He had black hair and was clothed in a green longsleeve that's definitely seen better days and some black trousers. His hands were bound in cuffs and there was some kind of a spitguard over his mouth.

I checked his pulse. He was alive. I tried shaking him awake, but he was out cold. I thought about leaving him there, but the sun was a killer and I didn't know if he could take the heat. So I hoisted him into a fireman's carry and drug him inside.

I took him to an extra room in my ranch-style house and laid him on the bed. Then I noticed the room interior looked different from when I last came in here. There was a wardrobe opposite the bed and the walls were a dark, forest green. This house tends to work things on its own. But that's just part of the mystery of this place I suppose.

I dropped him on the bed and took off his boots. His head was bleeding from the impact of the fall so I fetched a cloth and cleaned him up some. As I stood there I wondered what he would be like when he awoke. Crazy? Narcistic? Bitter? That's the problem with being isolated with minimal communication to a long gone father, I'm pretty out of the loop.

Once I finished taking his shoes off I shut his door and went to the kitchen, to see what we could have for dinner. I opened the pantry and found a sack of potatoes, chives, an onion, and in the fridge there was bacon and cheese. I chopped everything up, put it all in a cast iron pot, and slid it into the oven. I looked at the clock to see what time I needed to check on dinner. 5:05. It was time to feed the horses.

I've got two horses, Rose and Arion. Rose is bright white while Arion is a deep black. They complement each other nicely.

I went out to the shed and grabbed two big scoops of oats and a flake of hay for each and dropped it into their buckets. They weren't here at the moment. They'll come soon though, horses never miss thier meals.

After I dropped the feed I went back up to my laundry that was so abruptly interrupted and got to it again. I finished flushing the soapy water through the clothes, rinsed everything out, and hung it up on the line to dry. And yes, I could just use a machine, but I genuinely enjoy hand washing my laundry. There's something therapeutic about the whole process.

I really hope this Loki thing will work out. If he's my one shot at companionship then I guess I better try to make this work. Anything is better than being alone, even if he is a narcissist or mass murderer. He's somebody.