Turns out using a blanket to block the freezing air—in exchange to let Johnny crash in—was a good idea.So much I should probably do it again if a situation calls for it with Johnny going out to save a bunch of passengers from unworldly creatures sprouting out of the ocean. I mean we're probably not going to see Johnny on another flight but if it were then there's something concerning about my current status in Marvel.

Loki did not like riding the bus to the new house I had bought in the state where people can very much debate that there's a lot of accents varying in form originating from different nations.

It is basically a large boiling pot when you think about it.Loki gleefully ran off the bus—when I told him that this is our stop—taking in the better clean air.Well, once there is the greenhouse effect and global warming; the air might not be so good.But asides to the point of all this concerning stuff that likely ends with Planet Earth engulfed in water; the bus didn't smell good.

"Yes!" Loki said, gladly. "No terrible stench in my face!"

I got off the bus carrying about three luggage's in my arms—getting them through door is a skill I have long perfected—by my reasonable guess. Reasonable guess, take note of that. Sometime in the movies I don't know how many luggage that people packed, nor does the viewers, so lets say I took a couple even though I've been here for about two weeks.

"Don't press your luck," I said, taking a stop near a blue mail box.

"Hah!" Loki said. "You say it as if I can step on a raccoon and a skunk without noticing."

I saw his boot inches above a little bunny.

"DON'T KILL THE RABBIT!" I shriek, throwing Loki off guard.

Loki looks down.

"Oh," Loki said.

I stride right past Loki, snickering, feeling like I had done the impossible.Well I sort of had done the impossible when you think about it and all.Loki tags along asking me pestering little innocent questions about what house had I chosen.At one point Loki asked if I had picked a farm house to get filthy in and die in while being forgotten by the entire world. The way he phrased it sounded sad but to Loki it was only a question suppose to get under my nerves.I stopped near a creepy old gray fence.Loki hit my back then fell backwards landing on the sidewalk.

"How dare you stop walking without alerting!" Loki said. "You should be lynched for that."

I stare at the creepy house feeling chills.

I could have made a smart ass reply but I did not.

There came a cold chill that made me close my eyes and think of a wintery night.

Yet the voice of Loki made that very hard to picture clearly by how he is describing a creepy sight.

"That house is ugly," Loki said. "So ugly it cannot be lived in. It is very disastrous in style—broken windows, mounds here and there, weeds on the mail box's grip, and a broken dog chain." Damn it felt more creepy by the minute through Loki's pointers. "Curtains that have never been taken down in several winters.There is several tears in the fabric blowing in and out unhinged to the rail connected to the ceiling."

I turn my head away from the house then continue my way leaving Loki in the dust criticizing the house.

"It seems someone needs to use Fabric Softener—" Loki said, turning his head. "Emily?" He looks around for me—while I was pretty far by a couple blocks— perhaps thinking I am trying to pull a trick on him. "How lovely. Ditch me in the middle of a street in front of a ugly house;is that cruel as Emily can get? I'll show her!"

I came to a stop near a fire hydrant hearing "Slow down, you platinum blonde mortal!" from the distance.

"Gee," I said, feeling the heaviness to the luggage's. "Is that a compliment?"

"Is not," Loki said, after he caught up with me. "By Helheim; you 'walk' pretty fast."

I laugh at Loki's reply.

"I'll file it away," I said, walking through the empty street.

"File what away?" Loki asks.

"New Hampshire," I said, casually.

"You cannot file away a huge landmass like that," Loki said.

I laugh at Loki's reply.

"Watch me," I said."One day I'll be able to do it."

I came to a small house set nearby a much creepy, ugly, and old house.I came to the door tugging at the luggage then kicked open the door.

"Nice kick," Loki said. "Really bad threshold."

I walked into the house.

"Get used to it! " I said. "Because this is where we're living; well at least you're living at temporarily until you're adult again."

Yes,I've contracted another job that's very secretive.

So secretive that I have barely told Loki about when work starts for me and who is going to be babysitting him.

"Is this the house you chose?" Loki asks, frowning while observing the living room as he shut he door behind himself.

"Why yes, I did." I said, putting my big luggage on the table with a hard thud. "I picked the most ideal place in Louisiana to stay in."

"Hmph," Loki said. "Much better than the first ugly one."

I open the curtains.

The comic-con I've referred to lately is because I had a little unexpected visit chasing after a man suspected of terror related ties and counter fit connections. That day I spent there was pretty fine meeting up with some Pokemon fans.Perhaps I should go into detail into how exactly the day went in the best place in the world.

"Gertium is paranormal-ing, again!" I said, seeing Gertium speaking to thin air at the swing set.

"What do you mean Gertium is paranormal-ing?" Loki asks, puzzled.

"That's just it, he's doing it!" I said, watching Gunter follow Gertium in.

"But Paranormal-ing isn't a word!" Loki whines. "It does not make sense what you're referring to."

"For now it is." I said, taking my hand off the curtain. "In this house."

Loki raises his eyebrows.

"So I suppose you've chosen a well paying job." Loki said. "Just to renovate the backyard and the house entirely."

"They approached me." I said. "While..." I stare at him. "You don't need to know as it does not concern you."

I drag one of the luggage's down the hall.

"So they approached you; that doesn't sound right." Loki said.

"It was right after the explosion in the subway." I said. "They seemed genuinely concerned for me and how 'superb' my current condition was."

Loki tags alongside.

"You were in that car?" Loki asks.

"Yes," I said. "And I got rid of the bomb."

Loki stops gazing at me, flabbergasted, and perhaps speechless.

"You, a mortal, was in the explosion," Loki said.

"Yes!" I said,opening the door. "I survived."

"Through a explosion capable of blowing you into pieces, blowing your skin off, and vaporizing you," Loki said.

"I turned out okay in the end," I lied, my lip twitching. "I curled up to the side after putting down the bomb."

"Liar," Loki said.

"I stood there," I said. "And I didn't die."

"How does one not die?" Loki asks.

"Look it up," I said. "Probably a coincidence I survived."

"But twice?" Loki asks. "A coincidence; I think not!"

I shut the door on Loki.