Loki.

It was all rather surprising, really.
How well I'd been able to keep myself hidden on this God forsaken rock.
Everyone knew my face after what had happened in New York.
But no one seemed to notice me.
Oh, the chaos it would cause if they knew who lurked in the shadows...
I was in the measly city of Cardiff, in the United Kingdom.
I laughed at the name regularly; United Kingdom.
What a petty Kingdom they kept.

I found myself wondering the streets, dressed in a Midgardian suit and my hair pulled back.
Everything seemed normal; people bustling about, cars, vans, motorcycles flying down the road.
Yet something seemed different.
The smell.
I could smell something out of place.
I looked around me, to see if I could spot the origin of the foreign scent.
But nothing seemed to particularly stand out, causing me to grow frustrated.
But then I saw a woman.
She was walking at a fast pace, as if trying not to draw attention to herself. She looked directly at me as she walked towards me.
As she passed me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her.
"Just keep walking. I need your help." She said, quietly.
I walked with her at her fast pace and stopped when she did.
We were outside a 'Bed and Breakfast'.
"Kiss me." She instructed.
"Wha-why?" I asked, confused.
"Just do it." She said.
The fast pace and the veige instructions told me she was being followed. And I wasn't about to let a woman get hurt - despite my past.
I leaned down and kissed her, lightly, holding her by the waist.
She smiled at me as we parted and took my hand again, pulling me into the building.
"Would you mind telling me what exactly is going on?" I asked, quietly.
"I'll explain when we get to my room." She replied, smiling to the owner of the Bed and Breakfast as we passed him to go to the stairs.

We got to her room and I sat down on the sofa next to her.
"My name is Hecate." She told me.
A/N: That is pronounced 'He-ca-tee', for all who don't know.
"Loki." I replied.
She looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Of Asgard?" She chuckled, nervously.
I gave a sly smirk and leaned into her.
"The very same." I breathed.
Her nervous chuckle came once again.
"Pleasure." She stuck out her hand, which I took and kissed.
"Indeed." I smirked, freeing her hand. "So tell me, what drags you so far from home? Olympus must be flustered over your disappearance."
She laughed, "Not hardly. I've been scouring this planet for two years now. But I've never seen the likes of you, dear Loki." Her voice was like poisoned honey - soft and sweet, but you knew she had a bite if you gave her a chance.

I knew who she was. She was the much older, more powerful version of me. The primative 'Greeks' believed she was a Goddess. The Goddess of dark magic, mischief and the former lover of Hades; God of the Underworld.

"So what brings you to Midgard?" She asked.
"I needed a place to lay low. My brother and father think I am dead. I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible. Then I can attack and take the throne of Asgard." I told her, my voice going grave.
I knew she wouldn't speak of my plan to anyone. She knew what it was like to be lied to and betrayed by her loved ones.
"And do you plan on doing all of this alone?" Hecate asked.
"Originally, yes. I am more powerful than all of them. I've done it once- twice, technically, before this."
Hecate laughed. "Oh Loki. You are so naive. You failed both of those times and you still want to try for another? How many times can you fake your death before it is too late and you find yourself not faking anymore?"

She was right... But I was willing to take that chance.