Over the course of a three week span, I approached Earth's unusual guest, to request an audience, only to be rejected.

Thor, is typically open to conversation and queries.
Loki, on the other hand, refuses to share this type of information.

If I were to be honest, I couldn't blame him. I'm a complete stranger. Or, as he would put it, "A mortal woman meddling in the affairs of others."

Each and every attempt I've made, has been ignored or rejected.
Aside from his attitude, he was interesting, to say the least.

The few things that I did manage to gather about him, were through his brother, Thor.

He enjoys Asgardian Tales, Dark Roast Coffee, and Classical Music.
Two of those things, are things that I knew nothing about.

As for the other, it wasn't much to strike up a decent conversation.

I found myself desperate to interview the towering sable male. But, eventually I ran out of ideas.
Even I began to think that it may have been a waste of time.

Why pursue someone, only to be rejected again and again.

Once I came to a realization, I vowed to keep my distance from the God of Mischief.

~~~

A couple of weeks had come and gone. It had been nearly a month and a half, since we've received a visit from the Asgardian males.

During that period of time, I managed to convince Thor to participate in an mock-interview, with me.

However, things did not go as planned.

~~~

Approaching the butterscotch hair male, he flashes a warm smile, greeting me as he always does.

Although a God, Thor is the type of God, that anyone could easily get along with. He had the body of a man, but the mind of a teenage boy. Somehow, It suits him.

He was always curious, always smiling. It was comforting.

It was hard to believe that he and Loki grew together.

"How is the blog?" He queries, curious as to where I stand with progress.

"Well, once I've finished creating the template, It should be ready. Until then, I'd like to ask you a few question."

"Be my guest."

His deep voice, is somehow soothing. It was no wonder Jane had fallen for him.

Although, I can only imagine how frightening it may be, whenever he's angry.

Sliding the small flamingo color pad from my bag, I flip it open, quickly revealing the pencil I had sitting inside of my sweater jacket.

"First question."

Thor leans forward, resting his elbow against his thigh, eager to give me the answers I require.

"What was it like, growing up on Asgard?"

"Easy." He grins, "It was grand. Full of wonder, full of life. No other realm could compare."

Hearing this, I knew instantly that this was a topic Thor enjoys talking about.

As I listen carefully, silently, I hadn't noticed the sable figure observing us from afar.

Hours pass, before our conversation cease.

"I would like to thank you." Thor speaks.

"Thank me?" I laugh, "Why?"

"For the warm welcome that you have given us. I have only known Jane and her companions, Darcy and Selvig." He begins, "I deemed it unusual to see a new face. But, the kindness you have shown us, is far more than I could have ever asked. Thank you."

His words held a certain meaning to them and an instant warmth spreads throughout my chest.

It was unusual to hear.

The corner of my lips curve into a small smile, "You're welcome."

Before I had yet to comprehend his statement, he changes the subject. "This café. Do you visit often?"

"Sometimes. I usually come here for the same thing." I grin, "Iced Chai and a Cream Cheese Bagel."

"I've not heard of these."

"Do you have places like this, on Asgard?" I query.

Thor presses a finger against his chin and bottom lip, his brows furrow, and his gaze is intense as he contemplates my question.

My voice bounces off the walls of the café, as I laugh at the tension surrounding the God nose of me, "It was just a question. You don't need to pop a vein."

"Sorry?" The confused expression on his face, sends me into another fit of giggles.

"It was just a question. If you don't know, then you don't know. You don't need to stress out about it."

"My apologies." The once cerulean color in his eyes, seem to fade, as he bows his head apologetically.

"It's alright. If you're ready, then we can go."

The moment we stand from the booth, a shy female approaches us, "I'm sorry," a nervous laugh emitting from her throat. "I was wondering if I could take a picture with you."

It was obvious that she hadn't been speaking of me. Thor was a hero in this city. The women adore him and the men want to be him.

"Certainly." He grins.

The girl shrieks with excitement, pulling the mobile device from behind her, preparing for a once in a lifetime moment.

Signaling to Thor, that I'm heading outside, he agrees with a nod, and the bell rings as I exit the building.

"I take it that you enjoyed your time, with that oaf." The dark silken voice speaks.

Snapping my attention in its direction, I note the towering male behind me.

"And?" The word flies out of my mouth.

"For someone who seemed oh so desperately interested in speaking with me, you did not hesitate to turn to that buffoon." He mocks.

"That buffoon," I quote, "seems to be the only one willing to listen to me. If you were thinking that I would ask you over and over again, then you were sorely mistaken. I don't waste time on people who ignore or reject me."

"Interesting." He mutters

The bell sounds and Thor shuffles out the door, "Forgive me, for the--. Loki?"

"Thor." He greets

"It's alright. Ready?" Though short, the conversation between Loki and I, bothered me and I wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Perhaps it had been the fact that he rejected or ignored my requests, in a nonchalant manner.

Perhaps it had been the fact that he insulted his brother.

Either way, I intended to avoid him as much as possible.