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Chapter 1

Ellie's POV

I'm never going to get used to the park being this quiet. Yes it is 10:30 at night, but this is Central Park, in the heart of New York city. It's normally thriving 24/7, but after the invasion people have changed - people have moved, people stay inside (doors bolted) and I've even seen some patrol the street with minimal-damage-causing weapons like frying pans, shoes and I swear I saw someone patrolling a street with just a can of hairspray.

What were they going to do? 'I say Mr. Invading Alien let me attack you by freezing you hair, oh wait you don't have hair...shit.'

I shake the rambles from my head as I sit atop a large rock in the park. This is why I'm not allowed caffeine most of the time, so I have to stick to being a stereotypical British person in the eyes of American's as I settle for tea. But screw the tea, I think I slurp my coffee, feeling the buzz in my brain grow larger as I swallow the drink.

An owl hooted I shook my head. I shouldn't be able to hear owl, I should hear people running the park, despite the late hour, drunk students, crazy people rambling, this place should be alive, yet it deader than the spider I saw on my floor this morning. I rest the coffee on the soft grass land and lay back on the rock, just...well, people would say I'm lamenting. I suppose I am. The invasion took place just over four months ago and on that day I lost my brother. Of course we weren't biologically related as he was technically my step-brother but that didn't change anything; Simon was the closet person I had in my life...now he was gone, along side countless others. We used to sit in this spot in the park during our lunch breaks - he worked just as a bartender and I was a waitress in the centre of Manhattan. But I was forced to leave my job after Simon died as it just wasn't enough to pay the rent by myself; we shared an apartment together in the not so rich area but it suited us just fine. I still remember the look on his girlfriends face when I told her Simon had died. Everyone loved Simon and every time I thought of how he's no longer here I cringe and think of what I would so like to do to the asshole who killed him - not just the alien who killed him, but also the maniac who unleashed the invasion.

Tonight the sky looks rather peaceful, like a sheet of velvet A velvet sheet dusted with billions upon billions of tiny diamonds, glinting in the light. I sigh and watch my icy breath curl up into the night sky. I must have closed my eyes for less than a second when I feel the rush of bright light pass on the other side of my eyelids. The ground momentarily shudders, as if a giant had started a game of hopscotch then stopped. My eyes snap open and I'm greeted by the same
dark sky and silent park.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Wait...

To the treeline to my right, a faint trail of smoke was rising to join the stars. It was fading fast so I leap from the rock, my converse squelching in the grass as I charged into the trees. It was the same as ever: A few piles of litter here and there. I continued on my way, gaining a shock as a flock of crows cawed and sprang from the trees and took flight into the air. I batted my woolly gloved hands in front of my face as they flew. Once gone I pushed through the clearing of branches and bracken to see a smouldering crater where a bench and a patch of grassland had been originally. I cough from the smoke and fan it away to see what looks like a body lying in the centre of ditch. The crater's pretty deep and steep so I take it slow but of course i end up tripping over my own too feet, falling into the crater and oh, guess what? I LAND ON TOP OF THE BLOODY GUY!

I pray to god he was out cold so I'm saved the embarrassment but I feel karma is getting at me for cheating my diet and having that sugar coated coffee as when I look down I see a pair of jade green eyes practically glaring at me.

'Oh my god I'm so sorry!' I yelp as I jump from the guy and into the dirt. With the look he's giving me I wish the dirt would just swallow me up. He very nearly snarling like a wild dog as he glares at me, the sky and then finally his surroundings. What the hell is he wearing? Comic-Con's not for ages ( I should know, I have the date marked on my Batman calender) he seems to be wearing like, robes but for battle. Battle robes? I don't know what you call them, all I know is that the green on them match his eyes. There is gold armor plating around it so maybe he got a little wasted and thought he was a warrior or something? He's covered head to toe in this strange clothing and he must be just over six foot.

'You!' He snarls at me. I feel my eyes widen to saucers as he moves over to me faster than light, grabs my arms and holds me nearly a foot off the ground. 'What realm is this?' He growls. Ok, maybe he's had one to many shots or one too less coffee's, either way this guy is scaring the shit out of me.

'Answer me you Quim!' Quim? What the hell is a Quim? Whatever it is I don't like the sound of it.

'Chill dude, I think you've had too much happy juice. Your in the park.' He looks at me as if I'm speaking Klingon. 'Central park? You know, New York City? North America? Planet Earth? That tell you enough?' It's either my attitude or my words that cause him to let his mouth hang slightly and drop me back in the dirt. Oh joy. The man stumbles around him, as if hounds of hell have surrounded him, but all there is are trees and me. I don't know about the trees but I'm pretty useless, especially at this time of night as my coffee buzz begins to fade away.

'Midgard? You banished me to Midgard! You wretched, foolish...' He begins yelling a stream of insults at the sky. I look up just to see the starts, being sassy and all that but nobody for this guy to insult. Then again he may not like stars. I look up and try to see where he came from. Maybe he fell from one of the trees, but how the hell did that crater get there? He couldn't have made that, could he?

'...allow me to return immediately!' He finishes his rant, allowing silence to fall back upon the park: all that could be heard was the distant rumble of traffic and voices from a different part of the park.

'Yeah, you're wasted aren't you?' He looks down from the sky to me, bewilderment and a slight hint of anger are mixed up in his eyes. He stepped towards me and I stood up fast on the creator banking, no way was he making me a skyscraper again.

'Listen to me mortal, I need to return to Asgard, you will assist me in returning.' Mortal? Asgard? Yeah right, this guy is off his face on something. It would explain the late night ramblings and cosplay. If he's not off his face then he's just crazy.

'Ok, one. I have a name and it isn't 'mortal',' if looks could kill, then the one I am receiving for back-chatting would have me stone cold dead on the ground now. 'My name's Ellie Andrews, and two I have not the faintest clue where Asgard is so go check Google maps or something. I ain't assisting anyone so goodnight. And lay off the happy juice.' He just stands there as if I had told him I was a carrot stick in disguise. I climb out of the crater and head back through the clearing. I reach my sitting rock and loop my bag over my shoulders. I pick up the now empty coffee cup and dump it in a bin. When I turn to follow the path I must have jumped a mile as the
green guy was right behind me.

'Dude! Leave me alone!' I stalk off down the path and I can see his shadow following me. I take five steps. He takes five steps. I stop, he stops.

'I said: Stop. Following. Me!' He looms over me but I hold a steady gaze. We're under a light now and I can see him properly: Long dark hair just begining to touch his shoulders, but flicking away - jet black, darker than any night sky I've ever seen. His skin is pale and reminds me of the soft snow I played in back home in London. He has a few freshly opened cuts on his face. His jade green eyes gleam and I'm beginning to get creeped out.

'I said, I require your assistance mortal and you shall help me.' I place a hand on my hip and stare at him. Who the hell does this guy think he is?

'Didn't your mother ever teach you the word 'please'?' His glare intensifies and I think I may have hit a nerve or he's just trying to scare me.
'I am Loki, a God, the rightful king of Asgard and I command you to obey me.' I roll my eyes and
turn to walk away. I see his shadow following me so I pick up speed.

So yeah, it's half ten at night and I'm being chased through the park by a cosplay freak who's probably escaped from either a bar or the crazy ward. I escape the park and run across the road, an angry taxi driver blaring his horn at me along with a rude hand jester which I was more than happy to return. I make it to the next pavement, surrounded by groups of people outside a neon purple bar sign and look back. The guy isn't there. He must have lost me at the turning or just gave up. I sigh in relief and turn to head in the right direction for home when I bump into someone. Six feet of someone in green and black robes with gold plating. Damn. I look up and he's actually smirking! I'm tempted to reach up and wipe that smirk off his face.

'For gods sake!' I grab his arm and drag him down the streets. I bet I look ridiculous, a small excuse of a twenty-one year old dragging a six foot man like I'm a mother dragging her child away from a fantasy video game marathon. The man doesn't protest as I drag him but there's a scowl on his face. I'll just take him home and clean up his cuts and give him some tea. He must have gone all out tonight on the drink.

We reach the neighborhood I live in and I see the guy (what's his name, he said Low-Key didn't he?) turn his nose up at the grime and rubbish along the streets. A group of lads are hanging outside the front door of my apartment complex. When I first moved here I would have panicked and wait for hours for them to move but in the three years I've been here I've gotten to know a few of the lad groups around here. This group was run by a lad everyone called Stick, short for Sticky-Fingers as he'd nick anything on you if he you didn't know him. I smile at the

lads as I pass through the doors.

'Hey Stick.' I grumble and nod to the guys as I pass though the door.

'Hey Ellie, you getting lucky with that guy?' Stick jokes and his friends laugh. I roll my eyes, knowing their banter.

'Just cause you can't get lucky with anyone Stick, that doesn't mean you should pry into others lives.' I joke and the tables turned as Stick's gang laughed at their boss. Stick muttered under his breath but he's used to me now. Loki looked between me and the group of guys in disgust as we reached the elevator to see the 'Out Of Service' sign.

'Hope you're up to a climb.' I lead him up the stairs and he follows me to the fourth floor without a word.

We reach the fourth floor and I place my key into the lock of no. 4B.

'Sorry for the mess.' I say as I switch on the hallway light. Shoes, coats and bags litter the hall. Loki looks around with a raised eyebrow and I feel myself flush. I lead him into the narrow rectangular living room with also acts as a dining area with the small circular table in the corner by the door, littered with course work papers.

'Sit there.' I point to the sofa which is up against the wall and Loki glares at me.

'I do not take orders from mortals, you will-'

'SHUT IT!' Believe me, I can shout when I want to. Loki looks livid but complies and sits on the sofa. I head into he kitchen for the first aid kit and come back to see him eyeing the posters I have used to cover the peeling paintwork. I get the impression he's not a Green Day or a Nirvana fan. I sit besides him on the sofa and pop open the kit.

'Sit still. This may sting a fair bit.' I put the antiseptic on a cotton bud and began to dab at the cuts on his face. For a second I thought I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes but it was gone as soon as I saw it. I finished cleaning the cuts and saw they didn't need plasters so I closed the medical kit after taking out some paracetamol. I handed to him and he narrowed his eyes as if it were tainted.

'Fine, don't blame me when you get a brutal hangover in the morning.' He doesn't say anything as I leave to return the kit. I stand in my small kitchen and flick the kettle on, pick up two relatively clean mugs and pop a tea bag in both. I head back to ask if he took milk or sugar but I stand in the doorway to see him up and wandering, inspecting things from a CD case to the television remote. I hold back a smirk as he heads to the CD player and presses random buttons until a blast of music, courtesy of Bring Me The Horizon, nearly took him off his feet. He covered his ears and I can't help but laugh as I switch it off.

'Take it you're not a fan of them either.' He glares at the device as if it was to burn beneath his gaze. I stare at him as he glares at the machine.

'Hey, once you're done making love eyes with my CD player can you tell me if you take milk or sugar with your tea.' He turned from the appliance and loomed over me. If he's trying to seem threatening it's sort of working but I don't let if show. I stalk of the to kitchen and I swear I see him grin in the mirror. I return a minute later with two steaming mugs of tea. Both with milk and sugar so I have no problem remembering which one to give as I'm terrible at it. I hand him the Winnie the Pooh mug which he looks at distastefully as I slip from a Game of Thrones mug. He stares at the tea as if that is also poisoned but the sweet smell must have got to him as he took a small sip. I watch as he analyses the taste before deeming it safe before continuing to drink. I sit back on the sofa, as does he but he sits at the far end.

'If that doesn't sober you up I don't know what will.' At least he's not rambling at the sky anymore. he drains the mug and just passes it to me as if I'm a common servant. I scowl and place the mug on the coffee table in front of us.

'So, tell me, who exactly are you.' Loki stiffens his back at this, not seeming pompous at all (!)

'I am Prince Loki Laufeyson, the rightful king of Asgard. The God of Mischief and Lies.'

'Wow you really are drunk.' I mutter. A God? Yeah right. As if he can sense my disbelief he moves from the sofa before I can even think about blinking. Next thing I know he's holding me up again, now my face is at level with his.

'I am a God and you will assist me in returning to Asgard.' I glare at him and he places me on the ground.

'Hate to break it to you, your majesty, but I haven't got a god-damn idea where the hell Asgard is so unless you've got a magical map it looks like your suck in old New York city for now.' He looks around at this statement and moves to the window behind him, looking out onto the streets, the lights of the city centre reflecting off the window. As he looks I think about kicking him to the curb but a small voice in the back of my head, which sounded just like Simon, told me I shouldn't let him wander off.

'Look, Loki,' He turned to face me. 'I'm tempted to kick you to the curb but knowing my luck you'll get hit by a taxi and I'll be given the bill, so you can stay here for tonight.' he sniffs but nods all the same. He clearly didn't seem to have anywhere else to go. I lead him to Simon's room and sigh heavily as I switched the light on. It was just how he left it: A dump. It was slightly tidier than he would have left it but as a lot of his stuff was at his girlfriends some of the clutter was gone. I step into the room and Loki followed, glancing at the posters of Iron Maiden on the walls. Loki seems to be just taller than Simon so there was hopefully going to be no trouble with the clothing as I dug out a pair of Simon's old pyjamas. I placed them in Loki's hands and he looked between them and me.

'I ain't dressing you. I'm across the hall and the bathroom's next door. Don't mess anything up and if you try anything I'll knee you so hard in the nuts you'll sound like a helium addict for the rest of your life, got it?' He frowned but nodded. I left the room and closed the door, heading into my own room. I switched on the light and bolted the door. What the hell was I doing? I let a complete stranger who claimed to be a god into my flat and now I'm letting him sleep in my dead brothers room. Damn that coffee has really gotten to my head. I change into my oversized cookie monster nightie and climb under the duvet. I couldn't hear anything next door so I
assumed he had gone to sleep.

Why do I always seem to attract the nutters? I just hope this guy isn't trying to convince me he's the bloody god of mischief in the morning.

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