I keep my word,swear to god and the heavens, off to the sprouts of crime and Notradame. I don't think there is such thing as the sprouts of crime.

"Uh Emily," Polly said, as we were standing by a bus stop. The breeze feels good in this time of year; you know, sometime in July. "You do know there's a cute guy following you."

I look at Polly, wiggling my nose, cliche as it sounds.

"No, I am not," I denied.

"Don't deny it," Polly said. "He has been following you for the past thirty minutes since we got back from the zoo."

I dare anyone, if god was instructing an angel to jot down my story, to treat my story like a musical and sing the dialogue out loud. At least it is just a dare for this bus stop scene just to show how any scene in life can be turned into a musical. I had a little violet under my nose somewhat twirling it.I had to think; how to get rid of a stalker.

Plan number 1; walk away,slip a small can of pepper spray up my sleeve, slip my flip-phone into one hand, and flip over the dude then take a picture and pepper spray his eyes.

"That long?" I ask in a whisper.

"It has," Polly said, with a nod.

"Polly, I'll be right back," I said. "I forgot to get something down the street."

"You go girl," Polly said. "Kick his ass."

I turn away having a small smile spread across my face. I did exactly what I planned without making it so obvious by pretending to get out a wallet and credit card. I had a fashionably wide dark blue hat shadowing my eyes.My bag is hugging against my waist well sorta landing against it because of my quick paced—and casual appealing—stride. I had my attention to the billfold yet had one eye wary to the right.A slice of darkness coming out a passageway drew my attention. What a perfect place to do the worst.I walk into a abandoned alley that had a dark vibe coming out of it.

Into the alley where the crunch of men shoes confirmed Polly's observation.

Then I quickly turn around,flip the man over, take a snap shot using my flip-phone and pepper-spray his eyes.

Oh, did I mention that was Loki?

"My eyes!" Loki yelps, shielding his now red eyes. "They burn!"

"I keep my word," I said, walking right past Loki right back into the street.

I told him so, and Loki refused to believe. I could hear Loki's squeak while he rolled over. A man who is very complicated when he has a completely different background than dear old mine. He surely is lucky to be a god raised among those who shared his same infliction; to live forever. His infliction is the same as mine. We can live forever until our lifespan comes to the end of the road where the expiration date has arrived.

"Emily,you will pay for that!" Loki shouts, and then he coughs.

"Bite me!" I shout back.

The busy street reminded me strongly how the time of using carriages by horses had come to pass.

"...I can't exactly bite you with my eyes burning!" Loki exclaims.

Six hundred years ago this part of Boston was remarkably different from how it is now. If he wanted to get a straight request from me then Loki had to knock first on the door, no disguises, and no sneaking up on me. I came back, smiling ear to ear, to the bus stop.

"How did it go?" Polly asks.

"I totally won." I said, turning my attention down to the flip-phone. I posted the photograph into my reality's internet.

"By?..." Polly asks.

"Flipping him over, taking a picture, then pepper spraying his face." I said, and then a notification came up reading 'picture has been posted'. I put my flip phone back into my bag's pocket. Polly has a little laugh. "Loki totally deserved it."

"Uh huh," Polly said, then she pauses. Her mouth became slack for a moment there staring at me. "Wait a minute," Polly holds up her index finger. "As in...THE Loki?"

Once again I've made a mistake off the tip of my tongue.

"No,not him," I lied.

"Why I saw a blonde man following you." Polly said. "Could it be him?"

"Why....I don't get it," I said.

"That Loki is blonde," Polly said.

"Loki sounds like a red head to me," I lied, casually.

I realized just then what I should have done; but, I managed to hide my own utter terror at my second mistake of the day.

"Hm," Polly said. "I heard you're moving in a couple days."

"I never ventured off from Boston," I admit.

"Never?" Polly asks, slack-jawed.

I saw a rather short man stumble out of the alley rubbing his eyes.

That is Loki in a rather unique disguise as a different man.

"Never," I lied.

I have been to a couple states and other countries in my life.

"Wow, life is too short," Polly said. "And when you need a gal to hang out during the weekend." She winks at me. "You know who to call."

"No, I don't," I said.

"Yes, you do," Polly said, making a slow nod. I swear she has this unusual attitude towards everything that is bigger than Sarah Jackson's strange urge to leave through the enter door in a store that has two doors. Sometimes it makes me wonder how Sarah doesn't slip on a banana and fall to her death. "I know how to make good girls like you have fun; I turned a good boy into bad boy in a month!"

I gawk at Polly; finding myself lost in space and oblivion for a while.

"...What?" I ask, with one hand on my chest.

"I helped a neat boy break out into a really hot..." Polly rubs her fingers together. "One of those guys who help you relax."

"Yoga Instructor," I said.

"Yes!" Polly said. snapping her fingers as the bus came to a stop. "That is exactly what I am talking about."

We boarded the bus. In some ways Polly reminded me of a red headed version of Taylor Swift because of her beauty and some of her most known lyrics such as Blank Space. It is no wonder why Polly is called Polly Fanner. Polly is a huge fan of her, as in Taylor Swift, so much but so different because of their facial features. She has a somewhat pointy nose, a uniquely carved chin, a pimple on the side of Polly's face, and a small set of ears.

"Where you're going in the afternoon?" Polly asks.

"Why, I'm going to a library and browse the computer," I said. "I can always trust the most silent place to do some house snooping."

"That sounds way too boring for you, Emily." Polly said.

"No, it is actually a good use of my time," I said. "I can try to find a job after I've made the move."

Polly grabs me into a hug.

"I'm gonna miss you." Polly said.

That's probably one of the sanest things Polly's told me.I could hear ticking coming from a luggage as had ended the hug. Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok, it went five times.It sounded like one of those secret small type of bombs kept in suitcases. I look over, thankfully Polly is sitting by the window, to see a shady-suspicious woman holding a oddly carved suitcase that is ticking.

"When we get hurt..." I remember what Mom said later in the conversation last night "Rocks gather over the wound, become smaller and smaller smaller while turning to the skin color, eventually the wound is gone." I look towards Polly. Polly has turned her attention down to her little phone. "But when we get hurt in somewhere does not have rocks laying around; time for the hospital."

"Polly," I said. "Lean forward."

Polly looks over towards me, appearing to be confused, and her hands are still on the phone.

"Why?" Polly asks.

Polly, a red head, is one of those kinds of women who ask 'why' for the most emergency required situations.It is not that I hate red heads but she's one of those unique kinds that not many people come across in their lives.I had to come up with a reasonable excuse that wouldn't make her go hysterical moments before a top secret bomb went off. My boss, Fredrick,often told me that I have 'Spidey hearing'.

"You dropped your sunglasses," I lied.

Polly gasps.

"Those are expensive!" Polly exclaims, then she leans forwards down to the bottom of the seat—beside the window she is sitting near—momentarily before a bomb went off.

I don't get why my life suddenly earned a thing for bombs going of shortly after arriving into the Marvel Universe.I used my body as a shield to protect Polly summoning a mass of rocks around us similar to a cocoon.The explosion made the bus rip in half sending many of the passengers aboard all over the place. I landed near the sidewalk, feeling shaky but okay, and look over my shoulder to see some metal is burning flames.There is Polly standing in the middle of the road appearing to be dazed and confused as to what happened.

There were cars stopped in place, covered in dirt, and a screeching high pitch noises ringing in my ears.This event made me realize how lucky the other passengers from two days ago had been lucky.So lucky enough that they had been spared a deadly end that would have charred their belongings, their bodies, and clothing.Polly walks over towards me looking worried no-less and scared.However she is undoubtedly concerned about my well-being as a friend.

"Emily, are you okay?" Polly asks.

"Just shaken," I said.

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...3:20 PM...

...Library...

My memories, all 620 years of life, actually came in handy. How was that so? There were many things that I've been through including war. I did the math with Lewis's age against the year that I was taken out of and into. I came up with the year 1182. These old memories brought back how I handled situations such as bombs.People might want to assume that part of my life has been in a location where war was common.

When really war is common in human history.

I clicked the red 'x' button on the right hand side of the screen using the plastic mouse.

"Log off, buster," I said, clicking the log off button repeatedly.

"It ain't going to log off if you keep clicking on a slow, and really, just really old computer," Came the familiar voice of Burfus Palentiner. He's a casual customer to the store. I look over my shoulder to see the Caucasian man with a fake plastic eye,his not-so admirable matching clothing, and his missing second tooth.

However, the infliction that Loki and I shared is different. Why and how?, you may ask.We grew up in different universes. We may be related to species that end with the words 'Giant' but honestly, that leaves the door open to many possibilities. Just try opening a door to a whole new world that features many extraordinary logic.

"Well, Mr Steve Jobs of the computers," I said. "How about you log me off."

"Sure," Burfus said, and then he slapped on the right side of the computer's frame.

I blink watching the computer pop up a 'logging off' notification.

"...You could of told me to slap it," I said.

"Tell you?" Burfus said,leaning back in his chair looking as though I told him that there's a hunting party for a dragon. Generally he had a 'are you kidding me?' reaction. "You would have slapped so hard it fell to pieces."

That part Burfus is right on.

"Nice," I said, holding back a laugh.

I generally refuse to let a perfect stranger get the best of me; anyone, for that matter.

"I speak of only the truth," Burfus said. "And quite an attractive woman wouldn't visit a library to use an old and aged computer."

"Well, that is where you're wrong," I said, getting up from the chair.

"Aw sweety," Burfus said. "I am usually right."

"Some women like to use old computers," I said, pushing the chair back in. "Be glad you're not alone or else I would have yanked that big tongue of yours and put it into a pot of flower."

"Pot of flower?" Burfus said, unfazed. "You know it has been a couple decades since there were pots of flower."

"A pot of soil," I correct myself.

Burfus has an entertained laugh at me.

"It seems you have a shy admirer." Burfus said as his shoulders had stopped shaking.

I look over my shoulder to see a shadow dart behind one of the bookshelves.

"Hmm," I said. "Not much of a secret admirer." I turn back towards Burfus. "Burfus, stop, seriously, you're not going any where with me."

I walk away headed down the hallway to hear the slightest of all mumbles from Burfus.

"Well someone is going to," Burfus said.

I look over my shoulder.

"I heard that!" I shout back.

Burfus's head disappeared under the row of computers, probably ashamed he didn't woo me, which is difficult to do these days. I've fallen in and out of love so much I don't really settle down for just one man. Things tend to change, so does the factors, and the whole reason we get hooked up in the first place. Mortals tend to age as the years pass; except me.

I went down the rows of bookshelves until I came to a stop, and hen, went into a narrow path between both bookshelves. I folded my arms taping my high heels on the awfully blue themed rug with unusual patterns.

"I know you're there." I said. "Drop the cloak of invisibility."

Loki appeared inches away from me,well, actually, one foot.

"How did you know I was here?" Loki asks, his eyes just wide open.

"Your eyes went numb," I said. "I can hear nonexistent blinking."

Loki didn't seem to believe there is such thing as 'nonexistent blinking'.

"Lie," Loki said. "Who told you my eyes have gone numb? Is it a secret agent to SHIELD and HYDRA?"

"Your eyes," I said. "And your eyelids, they're practically red as a tomato."

"No, they're not." Loki said, in denial.

"I am not wrong when it comes to Pepper Spray." I said.

I take out a small hand held mirror from my dark bag and held it up to Loki for him to see.

"I didn't close my right eye." Loki said, as his right eye had involuntarily closed.

I mean it is juicy red and huge.

"That's because it is swollen, sweety," I said. "You might not want to walk around when your left eye shuts on itself." I had some giggles at a few mental images of Loki bumping into everything, followed by him using magic on everything that he hit into something terribly ugly, only to see Loki disapproved of it. "Unless you want to get hit by a car."

"I do not," Loki said. "I only come because of some urgent matter."

"Well," I said seeing the obvious. "It depends why you were following me."

"I want you to delete that cat photo," Loki said. "And the photo you took of me."

I have a short laugh.

"I did not post the cat photo to facebook," I said, getting a quizzical look from Loki. "It is on the internet; a network that connects millions of people together through the sky and some other technical things." I wave my finger in a circle. "Facebook is, currently, a public website for people to socialize and play games."

"How saddening," Loki said.

"I don't see it as sad," I said. "Candy crush is quite entertaining ."

"I cannot get the picture of them playing with a book on their faces," Loki said.

I shook my head lightly and take my flip-phone out.

"Here," I said. "See how many people liked your oopsy."

Loki looks over, right after I put the screen on facebook, to see the picture of his surprised-startled face above a large set of numbers.Wait, did I not set my privacy settings as friends only? I only expected about one like.I only have 12 friends, five of them are dead, and a couple are still living. Mostly it some of my parents still having a confirmed friend request with me and Lewis.

"Now they know I am boldly going out and getting myself caught!" Loki exclaims, over-reactively.

"Oh relax. I said. "This is only being viewed in my reality where you, Mr I-like-stalking-women-with-high-heels, is not real."

Loki snatches the phone and scrolls down using a button on the flip-phone.

"I don't have any army of Midgardians," Loki said. "I don't have any."

I snatch the phone out of Loki's hand.

"I honestly have no idea how everyone on facebook has access to my photo," I said. "And to be fair; they are YOUR fangirls!"

"I don't see how the form of relief is a girl," Loki said. "Give that back, pedestrian! That is rude."

"Well, it is mine, after all," I said.

"I don't understand where my forms of relief is commenting on a consipictorious design," Loki said.

"You should log in to the Oxford dictionary and define what Conspictorious means." I said.

"I can't get logs to get in an oxford dictionary," Loki said. "The Oxford dictionary is a book; not a building."

"A fan is someone who is supportive of anything," I said. "If you want a better answer then go ask the librarian; I kind of suck explaining the most easy definitions." True, I can't explain quite well how long house flies live without being inaccurate. "You may find it easy when understanding it in clear English but explaining it is not easy."

I glance down to my phone to see one big, huge, and high profiled name from Comic con. My eyes grew big seeing one name, the one and only name that had a official Facebook verified account tag on it, that read Tom Hiddleston. The message on the picture read 'That is not me' followed by a very huge number of replies and a million likes.

"Remove that picture," Loki said. "Both of them."

I look up towards Loki, just to see that uncanny resemblance between him and his actor, keeping myself together.

"Suppose-ably I can," I said. "But if I were hacked then the function of removing a picture online in the place it was allowed to be seen in public everywhere would not work."

"Throwing a shoe into a machine that connects to everywhere is sabotage, not hacking," Loki said.

"...Oh god," I said, rubbing my forehead. "I didn't say anything about sabotage." I raise one of my brows. "Is that why you were following me? Just to tell me to delete the picture of you as a cat?" I furrowed my eyebrows towards Loki. Loki didn't reply. "Do you want a cookie?"

Loki, voluntarily, blinks his other eye.

"Ah ha!" I said. The cookie trick worked. "The liar of lies just confirmed he doesn't like cats."

"I do like cats," Loki said. Loki sneezed into his arm.

"Bless you," I said, as I noticed his nose had gotten red.

"What is this?" Loki said, sounding stuffy. "I don't get sick."

"Pepper spray," I said. "You're not immune to pepper spray."

Loki's eyes look dry to me.

"You knew this would happen and you used it on me?" Loki said, in a defensive paranoid type of voice.

"I didn't honestly believe it would work on a god," I admit. "Besides,Pepper spray shouldn't work on gods."

Besides Pepper Spray only works on a god in a reality where the laws of logic is ignored.

"What kind of magic do you perform?" Loki asks.

Really?, I thought, I barely know how to do magic.

"I hate magic," I said. "I wouldn't ever perform it." The whole thing my dad had done to me; it soaked out the fun in magic I used to think of it as. "Not even if it depended on my life." Loki raised one of his dark thick eyebrows. "I would fail if it depended on me to save someone's life using magic."

His dark thick eyebrow lowered.

"Not many Midgardians hate magic." Loki said.

"Well, I do," I said.

Loki still believed I am a Midgardian. Maybe it should be kept that way.

"Why do you hate magic?" Loki asks.

"Reasons," I said. "Bye-bye."