Escaping with Loki and Starlord

The goodbye

"And you said it was part of the helmet." Loki said. 

I could see a blurry gray ceiling above.It was a strange way to wake up.I have waken up two times in this way.That I do know.

"I wasn't aware it harmed people like Henry." Peter said. 

I blink getting my eyes adjusted to the brightness and the blurriness started to go away.I halfway push myself up only to see my hand...I held up my left hand to see there is s something different.Part of it is covered in a layer of metal.I look to my right seeing Loki and Peter were sharing a discussion.

"Why is my arm encased in armor?" I ask.

"The armor." Loki said. "The armor was making you..or to be accurate;changing you into a host suitable to it."

I open my hands and close them hearing nothing of a robot change. Phew; that is good to hear.

"What...what does this mean?" I ask. "Does this mean I am going to be this way for the rest of my life?"

"We were able to remove the part trying to do the change in the head." Peter said. "The voices you heard in your mind...."

"Except mine!" Loki interjects.

I stare at Loki.

So let me get this straight; I really did hear Loki in that lonesome cell!

"Those other voices you heard, the ones you told me about, they were part of the...little thing the Kindips put into you." Peter explains. "Your arm is the only part that has changed, and you can control it, or otherwise get it removed.You can live a human life with a unusual arm."

I then noticed I wasn't in the armor but in rather clean clothes.

"Magic." Loki said.

"You used magic to change my clothes?" I ask.

"Of course." Loki said. "It would be disturbing to do it the way Midgardians do it." 

I raise an eyebrow up.

"Can I at least know what kind of god you are?" I ask. 

"Look me up." Loki said. "On what Peter calls 'The internet' when you have the time."

I blink puzzled by this very so vague reply. Loki refuses to tell me face to face what kind of god he is. 

"Henry, where does your sister live again?" Peter asks. "I forgot where she lives." 

I told Peter where Karen lives on Earth.I still had the scar of my cut on the finger as evidence to this rather strange adventure in space.I learned that Peter and Loki had flown so fast they escaped from the Kindips ships.My knowledge on Earth weather and month came in handy that finding a spare coat in this ship would be determining. Although I like to believe that finding the long sleeved coat in the closet--after various searches in that same part came up empty---was Loki's doing; it made me smile thinking it might have been him.Searching for this coat was a well deserved something to do other than wait.The ship lowered down in a snowy area across from a house in the road.The platform went down ever so slowly and very slow.I could feel anxious just to knock on the door.

"Don't tell anyone I am alive." Loki said.

I turn my head towards the man who refuses to tell which kind of culture he's from. You know every culture have their various gods.It is a way to make sure there are different  things on Earth so nothing is the same.The request coming from Loki is startling.

"Why?" I ask. "Why do I want to not tell my sister about meeting a god?"

"Because this god is not afraid to kill." Loki said.

I lift a eyebrow. 

"You seriously using that as a threat?" I ask.

"It's not a threat." Loki said. "Its my word. "

I lower my eyebrow.

"To hell with your word." I said. "The only people who'll beware you are alive is a woman who refuses to believe such gods like you are real and her kids will think you're an imaginary friend."

"She and many Midgardians despise me." Loki said. "And words will be shared, then my brother will hear."

"What's so bad about that?" I ask. 

"I have done many things you wouldn't want to befriend someone who has done." Loki said. 

"I befriend a man who took his daughter--without his wife's knowledge-- to San Francisco because her mother  was really ill." I said. "I've befriended many criminals, and how can you top that?"

"The death of thousands."  Loki said.

The coldness of the weather really didn't make this a tension'ish scene.

"I don't understand." I said.

"Look me up." Loki said. "And don't tell anyone about your adventure."

"H-h-h-How can I explain about about my disappearance?" I ask, seeing there were Christmas lights up in the streets, and, that it was snowing.The hallmark indicators that this is Christmas; the day of miracles.

"UFO abduction." Loki said. "You always can put up that excuse."

"Fine." I said. "So this goodbye."

"I like to think it is a permanent goodbye." Loki said. "Your life is too short to meet up with me again."

I held my hand out.

"Okay." I said.  "I'll do it first."

Loki looks to my hand then to me. 

"Excuse me?" Loki said, quite puzzled

"Promise me." I said."Promise me; we won't meet again,and then we see whose wrong."

Loki took my hand. 

"I guarantee you won't see me again." Loki said, sharing a handshake. 

"I'll take that a a promise." I said, ending the brief handshake. "Not going to ask where you're going and your son no one knows about."

"Sounds ideal for me." Loki said. "I'll prefer no one knew."

I smile.

"Goodbye, Loki Laufeyson." I addressed Loki.

I walk down the stairs.I had already shared my goodbye to Peter before going to the very exit where my happy closure awaited behind.I took the last step off the platform then walk through the snow to the most colorful house with lights and many decorations.The platform went up some feet behind me.I came to the door with the hoody up. I held up my left hand then knock gently on the door that had a Christmas decoration three times.

My knocks are very light.

"Doorbell it is." I said to myself,clicking the small button right beside the doorknob.

The door opens and there was Karen staring at me wide eyed.

"H-h-H-Henry?" Karen said, tears swelling at the corners of her eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Sis." I said.

Karen grabs me into a hug; boy, she is strong. That's one part Karen hasn't lost over the years. I hugged Karen back feeling a couple tears come down. I am hugging my sister for the first time in fifteen years.This is the happiest moment I can ever wish for; a happy reunion. Man, I've missed my older sister.

"Mommy, who is it?" William, Karen's now eight year old son, asks.

Karen breaks the hug.

"It's your uncle,William." Karen said. "Come in, Henry." Karen takes my hand bringing me in. "You have a Christmas to attend!"

Sometimes, not everyone gets what they want in the end.