Loki has been running from those who seek to correct the paradox he created when he picked up the Tesseract and broke the proper order of time. But to be used has never been in his nature and he finds himself walking, hungry and sore, down a residential street in a small rustbelt city, trying to avoid the eyes of those he has recently escaped. And then he sees a house with an open porch that seems to invite him to come and rest, even for just a moment. --- Written before Loki show aired.