After: Just Outside New York.

He lands with a thud, his head hits the ground hard. He hears the dirt cracking where his head hit it.

“Ow.” Loki lifts himself up, and rubs his head. “That wasn't very dignified.”

Then, he hops up, and lands directly on his feet, and he realizes that is wearing is Asgardian clothes.

“Crap. I need to fit in.” He uses most of what's left of his energy on trying to put himself into some other clothes.

A black tailored suit, a black blazer, and tie.

“You look like you're going to a funeral.” A voice says from behind him.

He turns and looks at the older woman behind him.

She is holding a basket, leaning against a truck, an old blue ford chevy. “Hello, I am Allison.” She extends a wrinkled hand toward him.

Uhh...what would my name be? “Lark.” Loki smiles.

The woman shakes his hand, then runs a hand through her thinning brown hair, and smiles. “Lark? I like it.”

“Yeah.” Loki reaches down and grabs his fallen, what is now a baseball cap, helmet off of the ground.

Allison looks around, “Do you need a ride?”

“Uhh… Yeah. I could use one.” Loki looks around as well.

“Get in.” She smiles, and hops in the drivers side of the small truck.

Loki shrugs, and walks around the other side of the truck, stopping only once to look up at the sky, and to think of Thor, and what he did.

Then, he hops in the passenger door of the truck, “Thank you.”

“So where to?” She asks him, as she puts the car in drive and makes a U turn.

“Uhhh..you can just drop me off in Central Park, I guess.” Loki does not known his way around New York at all.

“Okay.” Allison smiles at him, “Going to admire the tree?”

“Uhh...Yeah.” One more lie couldn't hurt, now that he is banished.

“It is truly beautiful.”

After about thirty minutes of small talk, they reach Central Park.

“Heres your stop, dear.” She says, reaching out and patting his arm softly.

“Thank you,” Loki reaches over, kisses her check, and get out of the truck.

“Be careful, Lark.” He hears her say as she pulls away from the curb.

Loki starts walking around, and when he sees a couple kissing near a tree, he grins and climbs the tree, and starts shaking snow on them, a lot of snow.

The girl gets up, squeals, and looks at the boy, “I told you than a tree you not work.”

The boy rolls his eyes.

Loki takes the change to jump down from the tree, and walk off.

Than, he sees something he wants.

A green mustang, parked just on the corner of the parking, right in front of a big building that has a sign that says, ‘Mistress Cardon’s Inns and Suites.’

“Wow. New York has truly gotten worse than the last time I was here with Jane.” He shakes his head, as he opens the door, and walks in the large lobby.

The walls of the lobby are painted a shade of yellow, and the tables and chairs in the sitting area are white.

The exact opposites of my colors. My luck. He thinks as he walks up to the receptionist. “Do you have a small chamber vacant.”

“Chamber?” The blonde boy at the desk asks. “Rooms, I don't really know. Let me Mistress Cardon’s adopted daughter and ask her.”

“Do as you wish, kind sir.” Loki rolls his eyes, this is so much more complicated than Asgard.

He dials in the phone, “Hello? Yes, Miss Gunn. Do you mind helping me with a customer down here? He needs a room, and I don't known how to check the catalog.”

Then there is a pause.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He puts the phone back down on it's holder. “If you would take a seat really quick, she is on her way down. It will be a few minutes.”

“Whatever.” Loki flops down in a yellow chair, wrinkling his nose at the stain on the carpet. “That’s disgusting.”

He sits in that chair until a voice asks from behind him, “Is that the customer?” Loki turns and sees a girl, with blonde hair in a bun on the top of her head, and a sleepy looking face, and paint on her hands.

“Yes, Ma’am.” The receptionist doesn't even look up from his phone.

“Hello, I am Adeline Gunn. The owner of the place is my foster mother. I am gonna take you to your room, if you would just follow me.” Her voice is quiet, and soft, like a mockingbird’s song in spring.

“Okay.” Loki stands up and walks toward the way that she leads him. Through a long hallway. And the walls slowly turn green.

After a few more feet, they reach a door, and she opens it.

“Here is your room, Sir. I hope you like your stay.” Then she turns and walks away.

The room is black and green.

Just my colors. Loki thinks as he flops on the bed, snow and all.

Soon, he is out like a light. He dreams, oddly, of that girl.