This magnificent beautiful, and nicely detailed painting had my attention.The painting itself is one of those beautiful, well made, and classic.I am in a art museum, visiting for the day,just spending my time lazily. A large portal that reminded me strongly of a Science Fiction CGI pool of opened up in the middle of the painting. I froze in place with eyes stuck to the unusual blue portal that had different shades of the color including a bright circular center swarming on the painting.

"What the--" I said, and then a black flying ball--of what felt like clothes on a body--collided against me.

That collision sent me landing on the floor, back first. I could see the ceiling is so decorated well as the paintings on the walls. I push myself upright to see the portal closed in effect disappearing off the painting.I immediately noticed what seemed to be a young boy across from me. I get up on my two feet, as did the boy--that I could tell apart from the mess--, shaken but okay.

"You!" The boy said, pointing at me.

The boy strikingly reminded me of Dracula as a child.

"AH, mini-sized Dracula!" I squeak, stepping back.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows.

"I am nothing like Dracula." The boy said.

It is then I recognized the boy with slick black hair, way too big clothes for his age, and had this child like prince appearance. This boy is Loki. I pinch my shoulder and then rub my eyes.He is still there.I had a hesitant question at first.

"...Do you perhaps have a relation to Loki?" I ask.

"I am Loki!" Loki said.

I am a little skeptical.

"I don't see how a grown man can be turned into a child." I said.

Loki's face turns in to fury.

"Thanos turned me into a child." Loki said. "And restricted my use of magic until I am a adult again! How does one live without magic?" I snort while watching Loki as a young boy, pace back and forth, in fury. "I am a god! Gods shouldn't be treated this way!"

"So, you're stuck as a child." I said, much amused. I laughed a little at the mess Loki's got himself into. "No one would take a child seriously!"

"What makes you think I am stuck as a child for eternity?" Loki asks, with a curious look.

"You're complaining about it; so, obviously it's for a long time." I said.

"No, three years." Loki said.

"Ten year old's can't become adults in three years." I said.

"This is exactly what I told Thanos." Loki said.

I raise my eyebrows up.

"Who the hell is Thanos?" I ask.

"An Eternal Deviant." Loki said. "He's an eternal who carries the Deviant Gene."

"So he's a eternal living embodiment of disgusting evil that has horrible wing taste, long loopy horns that never cease to end, is very huge, has a narcissistic personality that can turn the tables in front of Sociopaths and Psychopaths." I guess and exaggerate. Loki burst into a fit of laughter. "With a very questionable fantasy with axes and killing people like he is some terrible interpretation of William The Conquer."

Loki shook his right hand when the laughter had subsided.

"He's blue." Loki said. "Tall, ugly, and..." There is a brief pause. "Yes, he has a questionable relationship with the Mistress of Death." I raise eyebrow. Since when did the Grim Reaper have a mistress? "Thanos lives longer than Asgardians."

"So I'm sort of right." I said, lowering my eyebrow.

"There is no such thing as 'sort of'." Loki said. "You are wrong."

Why did I bother saying that out loud in front of Loki?

Because I thought he was not really Loki at first,I recall.

"Thanos has one weird perception on aging and time." I said.

Loki nods.

"He does." Loki agrees.

"And he so happened to send you back in a art museum." I said. "That so happens to have a deserted part that I am touring." I look over my shoulder, just to make sure that someone wasn't going to come out of no-where silently and make a scare,for a quick survey. I turn my head towards Loki. "This smells a lot like fate."

"Fate does not smell." Loki retorts.

I blink.

"That...was a figure of speech." I said.

"I will take my leave." Loki said, turning away. "Where's the exit to this building?"

"There's a couple of them in this building." I said. "Three fire exits, two hallways leading to the front doors, and several halls that are endless like a maze." Loki goes the wrong direction.This direction does not lead to an exit. "You can't leave." I grab Loki by the arm. "Not when there is stranger danger around."

Loki frowns, looking up towards me, and yanked his arm out so quickly.

"Why yes; I can." Loki said.

"Loki, you're physically underage." I said. "Someone will snatch you then take you to an orphanage."

Loki folds his arms, and narrowed his not-so-bright green eyes straight towards me.He lightly taps his way-too-big boot in a challenging manner.He didn't have the slightest clue what an Orphanage is. It is much worse than what Loki grew up in Asgard. I half wanted to drag his sorry butt to an orphanage and ditch Loki there just to make him realize how lucky he is.

However, then there is Lewis.

I want to tell Lewis face to face; sister to brother, the truth.

"Why that won't happen." Loki said.

"You can't use magic." I said. "You said it yourself; no magic until you're a adult."

"I've been fiddling with my Frost Giant powers." Loki said. "That I can use."

"Oh, boy." I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Don't get any bright ideas, pediatrician." Loki said.

Why that's a word I do not hear a lot. Wait; is he talking about someone who walks on the sidewalk or someone who helps a couple's pregnancy?

"You're lucky it is July." I said.

"July has nothing to do with my well being." Loki said.

"It does with your extended life time in my realm." I reminded Loki.

"No." Loki denied to believe me.

I rolled my eye grabbing Loki by the ear then headed towards the hallway that leads to the main doors being both 'enter' and 'exit'.Loki tried to squirm out of my grip that seemed to defy all the arguments about strength in the entire world about stubborn children being dragged out by their mothers. His demands of all didn't very much stirr fear within me. The few people touring the art museum shared 'what an odd family' kind of facial reactions when they faced my direction.

"Let go of my ear!" Loki demands. "Before someone catches my humiliation!"

"What a kid." A unusual fella said. "People are already catching his temper tantrum."

"Funny how you are humiliating yourself." I said.

"No, you are doing it!" Loki argues back.

This argument continued till I got to the lobby. I had to fake a smile at the people sharing questionable looks.Loki dragged his boots along the floor that they squeaked while making 'screech' capable of deafening an eldery's ear. I had not seen many old people in the museum coming in then walking out tugging a stubborn Frost Giant Child by the ear.

"Hey, you didn't go in with a child." The Security Guard, Andrew Lessworth--that's what the silver name tag read--, suddenly said.

I stop in my tracks,still holding Loki by the ear, and face towards Andrew.

"He went in under your nose." I lied, letting go of Loki's ear. "He is quite skilled in being silent."

"No, I was thrown into the building that has a terrible sense of art!" Loki argues. "I never went in with this woman."

Andrew raises a brow.

"I never encountered a family like yours before." Andrew said. "This kid doesn't seem the silent type."

"She is not my mother." Loki said, with a frown and a 'how can a man believe this?' attitude coming up. "Emily is way too young to be my mother!"

I held my hand out ignoring Loki's remarks.

"Emily Strange." I said, to which Andrew shook hands.

"Andy Lessworth." Andrew said. "I prefer Andy over Andrew." We stopped shaking hands. 'Emily Strange; what a strange name."

"I get that a lot." I said, and rub the back of my neck

"How dare two mortals flirt over me!" Loki exclaims. "I should freeze this Andy right now."

"No, you shouldn't." I said. "He doesn't have the time to dance with you, Loki."

"I am not asking for a dance." Loki said. "Your mind is full of cobwebs."

"This kid thinks dancing is freezing?" Andrew asks, raising a brow.

"He's a Strange.He's been raised mostly by his father back in a far, old country side part of Great Britain." I lied. "My kid; Loki Strange."

Loki's reaction is priceless.

"As in, that god, from New York?" Andrew asks.

"He's named after a dog not a god." I said. "It is only a coincidence."

"Well, when you spell dog backwards you get god." Andrew said. "Loki's last name fits his very unusual vocabulary and belief in dancing."

"Asgardians are not dogs." Loki said. "Nor are they backwards."

Andrew laughs so hard he held up his right index finger--while shaking his right hand--leaning one hand on his knees and a silent laugh that wouldn't come out even when his face turned red.I understood Andrew is trying to say 'hold on a minute' when Loki had folded his arms and made a comment about Andrew 'I don't have one glass of water for this idiot.' without a drip of sarcasm in his voice.

"You have a hilarious kid." Andrew said. "More hilarious than any boy I ever met."

"I am not her child." Loki said. "This Emily has little to no blood of Asgardian inside."

"Loki wanted to see a Louisiana painting in a Boston museum." I lied. "The painting of Asgardian Lewis."

"Louisiana?" Loki repeats. "I wouldn't dare to see a mortal with such a name in a museum."

Andrew, acting amused, laughs.

"Your kid is funny." Andrew said. "Sadly we don't have painting by Artists from Louisiana."

"I am moving to Louisiana." I said.

"Noooo!" Loki cries. "I don't want to move into a house belonging to a mortal who has a ugly name!"

"Louisiana is a state." Andrew said. "How old is Loki?"

"He is twelve." I lied.

"I am one thousand years old." Loki said. "At least I am a grown up man forced into the physical appearance of a child!"

"Wow, your kid has one creative imagination." Andrew said.

"We best be going!" I said, before Loki could send a freezing blast of ice on Andrew.

"Hey, wait,let me give you my phone number!" Andrew said, as I take Loki by the right hand then tow him out the building quickly.

"Keep it for someone else!" I shout back. "I don't need no phone number."

Loki is flailing his arms trying to send a accurate on the spot blast of ice.

"Stop moving and let me hit the target!" Loki demands.

"I am not a horse." I said. "And you're not an adult yet."