"Have you ever been on an airplane?" you asked Loki a few weeks later as you were packing for our trip to Hollywood.

"No. I have not. Why are we not just making a portal?" he asked. Again. He really wasn't pleased with the idea of flying instead of portaling.

"Because we're traveling as humans," you reminded him. Again. "We're going to a human movie premiere and we're trying not to draw extra attention to ourselves." That was impossible, given who you were, but you were still trying.

"I still don't like that you're going at all," Tony announced from the doorway to your suite.

You rolled your eyes. "Uncle Tony, this is, like, the least dangerous thing we've done in ages," you reminded him. You were doing something normal and human for Odin's sake. "And we're only traveling across the country, not to another realm, which is where we usually go,"

Tony sighed. "I hate when you're reasonable," he grumbled. You stuck your tongue out at him. "Fury wants to see you two before you leave," he added, which just made things worse. Nothing good came out of going to Fury's office.

"But we didn't do anything!" you complained. You hated getting called to Fury's office.

"Yeah, right," Tony replied with a laugh.

You checked your phone for the time and zipped your bag. "We'd better get down there and see what he wants," you told Loki as you slung the bag over your shoulder. You weren't at all surprised when Loki took it from you, carrying both of your bags. You hadn't had to pack much, so you didn't complain when he was just trying to be courteous. Tom said you would be supplied with outfits for the actual premiere, so you hadn't had to pack much in the way of clothes. It was mostly all reading material for the flight. You'd even packed a couple books in Asgardian, because you got annoyed by stupid reporters always asking what you were reading, or sneaking pictures of the covers to end up in tabloids. That couldn't happen with Asgardian books.

Loki set your bags by the door and you made your way to Fury's office to see what he wanted. At least he was usually brief about whatever he wanted to discuss. Loki let you take the lead, since Fury liked you better. He and Loki never saw eye to eye. Especially after Fury had Loki tortured.

You knocked on Fury's office door. "Enter," came Fury's voice from inside almost immediately.

You opened the door and stepped in with Loki at your heels. "You asked to see us?" you asked him pleasantly, drawing from the innocent little girl act you had perfected over the years of living in the tower. It usually got you out of the worst of the trouble you landed yourself in.

"Drop the act, Kat. You're not in trouble. If you are, I haven't found out about it yet and don't want to know," Fury told you firmly. you laughed and took a seat in front of his desk.

"This will be brief," Fury started. you smirked. "I just wanted to remind you two that we do not have jurisdiction in Hollywood, at least not primary jurisdiction. So no heroics, no healing, no magic stronger than that weird clothes-changing spell you two love so much, while you're there unless the Protectors team specifically and directly asks for your help. We don't want to get the Avengers involved and trumping their team," there were different superhero teams spread throughout the world. Since the Avengers were the first, you had jurisdiction to outrank any of the other teams, but it was bad form to do so, unless specifically asked to help. "Their leader goes by Wrath. Here's his number," he handed the business card to you, which you prompted vanished into your purse. "Call him when your flight lands. He shouldn't ask for anything from you, but you have to check in. Don't argue, Kat. It's protocol anytime supers on the team travel outside our true jurisdiction, especially supers as strong and famous as you two,"

"Fine, I'll call him," you grumbled. "And I'll be nice," you added when Fury just glared at you. He didn't trust you to behave when you were in the tower, he trusted you to behave even less when you were out of sight.

"Good. Make sure you let Tony know when you land,"

"Fury, you almost sound like you care," you teased as you stood again.

"I do care, kid. Just don't tell the others," Fury replied with a teasing smirk.

"Your secret is safe with me," you took Loki's hand and you left the office together. After a goodbye to Tony and Pepper and promises that you'd be perfectly fine during a weekend trip where you didn't even leave the country, you finally got to leave for the airport. You drove since Loki didn't know where you were going or how airports worked.

"Why did you give money to that man?" Loki asked when the parking lot shuttle dropped you off at the actual airport.

"It's what you do, like tipping the waitstaff in a restaurant," you explained as you waited in line at the check-in. You checked our bags, though you kept your purse and the bag full of books that was your carry-on.

"They are taking our bags?" Loki asked, concerned. He didn't like his things being out of his sight, especially when he could have just vanished them. You nodded and apologized to the nice check-in lady, explaining quickly that Loki wasn't from around here.

"Yes, the bags go in storage on the plane. We'll pick them up again when we land. C'mon, we have to go through security," you told him. You grabbed his hand and led him to security. "You need your ID, get the Avengers' one out too," you told him as you reached into your purse to grab both of yours. You had been issued ID cards by the Avengers saying that you worked for them. It sped things up in situations like this.

"Why is this necessary?" Loki asked as he got his IDs out of his wallet.

"Bad guys used planes to attack the country, so they upped security. It won't be that bad, I promise," you reassured him. You flashed a smile to the security guard at the entrance to the priority line as you handed him our tickets and your IDs.

"Good morning, Miss Stark," he greeted you pleasantly. "Do you have any official duty items you are traveling with that you need to declare?" he asked. You took off your enchanted dagger sheath and handed it to him.

"Just this." The dagger sheath couldn't leave your possession. If it got too far away it teleported back to you.

"An empty dagger sheath? I think that's ok," the guard told you with a smile and a wink. Everyone knew about your daggers, but since you were one of the good guys, he would let you get away with bringing it on the plane. Especially since you couldn't be parted with it. You nodded and took it back from him. You took Loki's IDs from him and handed them to the guard.

"He doesn't have anything to declare. It's his first time flying," you added when the guard was confused on why Loki wasn't speaking up for himself. Loki was out of his element here and letting you take the lead.

"Go on through the line," he told you, marking off on your tickets that you had shown him your IDs. You handed Loki's IDs back to him.

"You can put these away now, love. I promise this will be over soon," you took his hand and noticed that he was holding yours too tightly. He was nervous and overwhelmed by Midgardian customs he didn't understand. You ran your thumb over the soulbond marks on the back of his hand, soothing him. He gave you a small smile. Since you had priority status, you made it directly to the metal detectors quickly. You threw your carry-on on the belt and threw your shoes and purse in one of the tubs, as well as your dagger sheath and phone. You took a moment to explain the process to Loki and was just glad you made it through security without additional screening. You don't think that would have gone well. The second you were through security, you started to put your hat back on your head, but it was too late. People had already seen your comic-book red hair, which was even more distinctive now with its raven streak. You just tied your hair back out of your way instead of bothering with the hat.

"I told you that would not work," Loki laughed at you as he finished putting his shoes back on.

"I know, but it was worth a try," you grumbled. You vanished the hat back to your suite at home. If it wasn't going to help, there was no need of traveling with it. You checked the tickets and the sign on the wall with all of the flight information. "This way," you told him, grabbing his hand so he wouldn't get lost. You made your way through the huge airport to where your plane would be taking off from. After a quick stop for coffee, you settled in chairs with books to wait for boarding to begin. Things were fine until a woman nearby began playing the latest Avengers movie on her laptop for her kids to keep them entertained and quiet. "On no," you murmured and tried to hide your face behind your book. It didn't help, especially sitting next to Loki.

The kids noticed first. "Mom! I think that's Loki and Sigyn," one of them announced. You sighed. You were doomed. You saw Loki's smirk, but besides that he didn't move from reading his book. A few minutes later you were swamped for autographs. It took the flight crew calling for priority, first class, and military passengers to board for you to be saved. You excused ourselves. Loki grabbed the bag full of books for you and you headed to the line to get on the plane. You stood back to let the military people go first. Then you took care of handing our tickets to the nice lady at the gate so Loki didn't have to. Your seats weren't hard to find. You were in first class. You let Loki have the window seat so he could watch the flight. The bag of books went under the seat in front of you.

Loki clutched your hand when the plane was taking off. "What's wrong?" you asked him, switching to Asgardian, so you wouldn't be overheard.

"The last time I flew was under Thor's power... it is disconcerting," he finally answered in the same language.

"We'll be fine, love. Even if the plane were to go down, which it won't. We would be the two people who are guaranteed to survive it," you reminded him.

"That is less than helpful, darling," he replied in English, but laughed.

"Just read your book," you replied. The flight was uninteresting and fairly standard, though too long, since you were flying across the country. You were both grateful when you finally landed, especially since you were nearly the first ones off the plane.

"Let us never travel this way again," Loki grumbled, trying to stretch. Even in first class he had been cramped as he was too tall to be comfortable in the seats.

You laughed at him. "We're going home this way too," you reminded him.

He groaned. "That is a terrible idea," he whined. You laughed harder and you made your way to collect your bags and then your rental car. You weren't old enough to rent a car and Loki wasn't human, but exceptions were made and you finally got a car. You tossed Loki the keys when you had them and pulled out your phone to call Wrath.

"Wrath," he answered in one ring.

"Hi Wrath. This is Sigyn and Loki. Fury told us we were to contact you when our flight landed," you told him simply as Loki followed the GPS' directions to your hotel.

"Lady Sigyn. I'm glad to hear you arrived safely. What are your plans while you're in Hollywood?" he asked courteously.

"We're doing tourist things today and then have the movie premiere tomorrow. We fly back out on Sunday," you replied with your basic itinerary.

"Great. Come by the compound after you get settled at your hotel. The team wants to meet you, and I'll make sure you get passes to the tourist things you'll want to see. I'll send you the address,"

"Thank you, Wrath. We'll see you soon," you ended the call. "We have to go play with the other supers," you told Loki once the call was ended. He laughed at your description and reluctantly agreed to go help the others. You texted Tony to let him know you had landed safely.

"It appears so. We're nearly to the hotel," he told you, checking with the GPS. Tom had set up the hotel arrangements for you, so you didn't even know where you were staying. It was apparently near the premiere. The valet took your rental car the second you got to the hotel and bellhops took your bags from you immediately. All of them got tipped generously.

"This place is fancy," you commented to Loki as you made your way to the check-in counter. "Let me," you whispered to Loki, who nodded and gave you the lead. You were more used to dealing with humans than he was and he knew it.

"May I help you?" the man behind the desk asked extremely politely.

"Hi," you greeted him with an overly bright smile. "We have reservations, but I'm not sure what name they're under. Tom Hiddleston set them up for us," you explained.

You saw the hesitation, then the change to a glare in his eyes a moment later. That wasn't a good thing. "You're the fourth pair who have tried to claim they know Mr. Hiddleston today," he told me sourly. You saw that he was about to call security. Your smile didn't falter, just shifted to the one you used when people were being stupid. You reached into your purse and pulled out your IDs, laying them both on the counter where he could see them.

"My name is Y/N Stark. You may know you as Lady Sigyn. This is Loki. Tom set up reservations for us here so we could attend the premiere of the new Avengers film." You placed the tickets on the counter with your IDs. "Do you require additional proof?" you asked him pleasantly.

"No, Miss Stark. Thank you for your understanding. Here are your room keys. You're on the top floor. Mr. Hiddleston has the suite across the hall from yours,"

"Thank you," you replied, sweeping your IDs and tickets back into your purse. You grabbed your room keys and you followed the bellhops up to the top floor. They set your bags inside the suite for you, which is when they got their tips.

The suite was fantastic and you were pretty sure they were some of the fanciest rooms in the city. "Tom doesn't skimp," you commented, grabbing your bag to take it to the bedroom. "These are super fancy rooms and probably stupidly expensive," you explained to Loki. He nodded and looked impressed.

You sighed, just wanting to rest for a little while, traveling was exhausting, but you had things to do. You used magic to summon a dark green dress for yourself and wedge sandals and redo your hair in soft curls down your back. You didn't have to worry about this being a completely illogical outfit to fight in. You were completely off duty for once. "We should see if Tom's here," you told Loki as you left the hotel room again.

"Of course," he knocked on the door to the suite across the hall, but there was no answer. You weren't really surprised and knew you'd see Tom and Kelly later. So you were safe to leave the hotel. Loki drove you across town to the Protectors' compound.

"Why do we have to play with the other supers?" you whined at Loki. You just wanted to have fun today.

"It is the cost of being famous, love," he replied with a chuckle. "We deal with it all the time back on Asgard too," he reminded you.

You huffed. "I know. I can still be tired of it."

"And we are going to a movie premiere tomorrow, which will be shown live on television, correct?" he asked.

You nodded. "That at least sounds like fun. You know I suck at socializing,"

"You do just fine at home," he reminded you reasonably, wondering where this mood of yours was coming from.

"They're family. These are strangers," you replied, grabbing his hand. You were uneasy around strangers, for all that you usually did a good job hiding it. You were used to your fame even if you hated it most of the time.

"I know, darling. We will do our obligation here, and then it will just be the two of us adventuring in the city," he reminded you gently.

"Promise?" you asked.

"I promise," he gave you a reassuring smile as you parked in one of the visitor's spots in front of the Protectors' compound. He came around and opened your car door, offering you a hand to help you out of the car. You took it and you walked up to the main entrance hand-in-hand. You didn't even have to knock before the door was opening.

"Who are you?" the middle aged man who opened it demanded. You weren't used to being questioned on your identity so often. It was weird.

"Lady Sigyn and Loki here to see Wrath," you replied formally. You held out your Avengers' ID for his inspection. The guard stepped back to let you in.

"You're expected. It's an honor to meet both of you. Wrath will be down shortly. Hey, Kira, show our guests to the common room," the guard flagged down a passing teen.

The girl nodded. "Lady Sigyn, Loki, this way," she told you with the air of someone star-struck. You hoped they all weren't going to be like this. You followed her to the common room. It was set up so similarly to your common room at home that it nearly felt like home. The supers here all had that same star-struck expression when they realized who you were. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Kira asked as you found a couch to settle on to wait for Wrath.

"Do you have any hot tea?" you asked. She nodded and darted off. Soon the braver supers were coming over demanding stories and demonstrations of powers and to see the soulbond marks on your arms.

"Children, leave our guests alone," Wrath said as he entered the room. You set down your tea and stood to you could greet him properly. You shook his hand, all politeness and manners, and pretending that everyone you knew didn't think you were some kind of troublemaker/trickster. Loki was equally formal and polite. "So what's the news from the Avengers' side of the country?" Wrath asked. You should have expected him to try to pump you for information.

"Things have actually been pretty quiet recently," you replied with a smile. "At least quiet enough for us to get a couple days off,"

"Surely there must be some word of what Balder is up to..." he persisted.

"If there is, I haven't heard anything," you replied with your adorable innocent girl routine, which generally fooled any adult besides Fury. "I am just a rookie after all,"

"And Balder would hardly let me know what he is up to," Loki added. That was true at least. Loki was the last person Balder would want to know his plans. Wrath regarded you, but you were so practiced at lying and looking innocent that he let the matter go.

"Come, regale us all the tales of your bravery!" Wrath bid, drawing cheers from the supers who were gathered. You let Loki do most of the talking for this one, he was the better tale spinner most of the time since he was the god of stories after all. He was completely in his element here, discussing the bad guys you'd taken on and your battles with Balder.

You spent a couple hours with the Protectors. In exchange for your stories, Wrath gave you VIP passes to a couple of the big touristy attractions you had been hoping to visit. You thanked him for his hospitality and went to go finally have fun. People still recognized us of course, but you were tourists here too and could act like it. So you had fun taking silly pictures and touring the tourist attractions all afternoon.

-Did you guys ever make it to town?- Tom texted you late that afternoon.

-Yes. We had to visit the Protectors when we got here and we've been doing tourist stuff all day. You guys weren't in when we checked in-

-Glad you made it!- He replied.

A couple minutes later a group text came through. All it had was an address and the word 'assemble'. You laughed and showed it to Loki.

"Shall we?" he asked with his usual glint of fun and mischief.

"Of course,"

The address ended up being a nice restaurant near your hotel. You could actually park at the hotel and walk there, which you did so you didn't have to worry about the car. When you entered, the waitstaff immediately led you to a table where the cast of the Avengers' movies were already gathering. "Sigyn! Loki!" they greeted you brightly. You were met with hugs by your friends on the cast, including Tom and Kelly.

"Where is your hair?!?" Loki demanded of Tom when he saw him with a tone of true concern. Tom wasn't wearing the Loki wig today and his hair was naturally brown and wavy and much shorter. It would have been curly had it been a little longer. The crowd laughed at Loki's horrified reaction.

"I have to wear a wig to play you," Tom replied gently. None of you had been expecting Loki to be upset.

"I think he's only ever seen you wearing the wig, sorry Tom, I hadn't thought to make him watch any of your other movies," you added sheepishly. Loki still looked concerned. "Lo, it's alright," you tried to reassure him.

"But Sig..." he started. You understood, by his culture, it wasn't alright at all.

"You two are sitting by Kelly and me," Tom interrupted, showing you the empty places. "We're only waiting for Chris,"

Loki pulled out your chair for you, as per usual. He was still clearly upset. "Are you sure it's alright?" He asked you and Tom softly when you were seated. "Where I come from having one's hair shorn is a sign of disgrace or servitude," Loki explained, explaining to the table why he was upset over Tom's short hair.

"It's nothing like that," you told him again, patiently. "Men usually have short hair here. Tom only didn't for the movies because the character has long black hair, so they gave him a wig to wear." Loki didn't look entirely convinced, but let it go. Chris, who played Thor in the movies, finally arrived and you got to all enjoy your dinner together, catching up.

Tom leaned over to whisper in your ear part of the way through dinner. "We're all going to a club after this. It's a bit of a tradition for dancing. You're not 21 are you?" he asked.

You shook your head. "I'm not, but I can get in," you reassured him. Though that wasn't exactly something you should be advertising, which you knew.

"I would never presume to ask-" He hedged quickly.

You shook your head and gave him a smile. "You haven't asked, and I won't do anything stupid that could get you in trouble," you replied with a mischievous grin.

"So are you joining us?" Chris asked loudly. You nodded and blushed a little at the attention. These guys were all famous. Sometimes you neglected to remember how famous you were too as they seemed on a different tier of famousness.

You all went as a group to the club nearby. You didn't even get carded since you were with the entire cast of the Avengers' movies, so you didn't feel bad about sneaking in. You danced for hours with them, all being silly and happy together. You and Loki laughed when Kelly, Chris, and Scarlett all had a dance-off in the middle of the floor. Somehow Loki won the dance-off. No one was quite sure how that happened when he wasn't even participating.

It was stupidly late when you all stumbled back to the hotel. The whole cast was laughing, though, most of them drunk, though not you as you'd kept your word to behave. The group was so much fun to be around and you were glad you'd made friends with them, even if you weren't officially part of the cast.