Loki finds himself wandering the streets of New York. More specifically Queens, New York. A place he chose to avoid the peering and watchful eyes of his father, his boisterous brother, and unnerving sister. He didn't mind his mother but he just needed a break from Asgard for once so he took the bifrost to Midgard and came here to rest. Only problem with that is New York is a city that never sleeps and Loki has just about had it with everyone around him. He finds himself traversing through the alleyways of Queens definitely not the safest way to travel. Upon one of these alleyways he stumbles upon a brown cardboard box... A crying box?... Marvel and Disney doesn't belong to me. All rights belong to the creators. Only the story belongs to me.