Innocent Mischief | Loki Fanfic

Chapter Thirty One: An Unlikely Ally

Author's note:

Hello again, ravens.

As always, I apologize for the tardiness but I finally got past my spell of writer's block. I hope you all enjoy the new twists and characters. The story itself connects into a lot of stories if you pay close attention. If I misspell anything or if there's any ambiguity, please let me know. I proof read everything but sometimes I miss repeating words or wrongly worded sentences.

Happy reading, ravens.

Muirgheal woke up with a painful grunt. She had fallen on a hard surface and could feel the bump rising on the back of her head. At least I'm not bleeding or dead. The last thing she remembered was falling through the portal and then everything went pitch black.

"What the -- ?"

"Woah, you okay there?" A voice rang out as footsteps approached her.

Muirgheal's head snapped up. Colors were starting to come into view but everything was still so groggy and every movement led to more throbbing in her skull. The room smelled like musty old wood and carpet and it wasn't exactly helping the dizziness. She belted back, "Who are you?"

"Shouldn't you already know?" the voice resonated.

Muirgheal stopped moving and tried to focus on the sound of the masculine voice. She could finally make out the faint shape of a tall figure. "Who are you? Why does your voice sound so familiar?"

The figure slowly bent down beside her with an outstretched a hand, "Well, maybe it's because we know each other from a really long time ago."

Muirgheal hesitated at first but she knew he wasn't lying to her. The voice was so oddly familiar but distant in memory. She grasped for his hand and he gently helped her up off the hard ground, "Are you okay, Rho?"

"Rho?" Muirgheal furrowed her brows, "Only one person has ever called me that." Muirgheal squinted hard as his features became clearer.

"Steve?"

"Long time no see, huh, Rho?" He flashed a grin. Muirgheal squealed in excitement and embraced the only friend she had as a child from her short time in Brooklyn. They were only friends for a couple of years before Muirgheal's parents' demeanor changed. Neighbors began to hear the deafening shouts in the late hours of the night and the police were called on time and time again. Nothing could ever be proven and the situation wasn't necessarily a priority in comparison to the  homicides and burglaries that were in abundance in the city. After they became the monsters Muirgheal knew them to be, they moved their whole lives to a home passed down to Muirgheal's father where no one could find them. Steve tried to get Muirgheal to hide with his family but her parents put her in the car while she was asleep one night and drove off without another word. Steve came by the next morning to find an empty apartment scattered with a few pictures and some of Muirgheal's old books.

When Muirgheal pulled away, she stepped back to take in the sight in front of her. The kid she remembered was a scrawny short fellow with tousled hair and horrible posture. The man standing before her now stood tall like a soldier with a well-defined physique and beautiful features. She couldn't believe it was the same kid from Brooklyn, "You look different, Steve. I know they say everything gets better with age but... damn. I always thought they were talking about the wine."

Steve chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "Same could be said for you, Rho. I remember an awkward little tomboy and now," he paused to breathe in deep, "you're a lady."
He chuckled even more when he glanced down, "Who got you to wear a dress? Are they still alive?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Muirgheal sighed and surveyed her surroundings.  Where am I? Is this a warehouse? In Brooklyn? Where's Loki?

Steve noticed her puzzled face and answered her questions before she could ask, "If you're wondering where you are, you're definitely in Brooklyn. How'd you get in here though? I came through the only door and no one was here." Muirgheal could feel Steve's eyes looking her over as he spoke. If she wasn't trying to figure out how the hell she wound up in Brooklyn, she'd be doing the same.

"I honestly wish I knew. Did you see anyone else in here with me by chance?"

"No, I heard a commotion and saw a weird flash of light come from the living room. I came running in here and you were lying on the floor like you'd fallen from -- " he looked up still confused, " -- the ceiling. So where did you come from? This place has been abandoned for years. It feels weird you just appearing out of the blue like this."

Muirgheal looked back at Steve. Wow, he's more handsome every time I look at him. She shook her head at the thought, "To be completely honest, I came from Asgard. I was travelling through a portal and I landed in the wrong place."

"Hey, why don't we get you a bed so you can sleep this off?" Steve walked to her and put a strong arm around her shoulders. "Steve, you don't think I'm crazy, do you?"

He smiled, "It wouldn't be the craziest thing that's happened in my life, trust me."