"How may times did you move to different parents?" I ask.

"Nineteen." Loki said.

I glance over towards Loki finding it hard to believe.

"...Seriously." I said.

"Nineteen." Loki repeats.

"And what about the latest?" I ask.

"I was there longer than the other mortals; nine months." Loki said.

I whistled.

"You went from house to house..." I count my fingers on the wheel. "Four months." I had a little smile crawling up on my face. "It is amusing to see a teenage god take a teddy bear everywhere he goes."

"I do not take him everywhere." Loki said. "I got him on the 10th parents."

"You've had him for 9 parents." I said. "That really indicates you do."

"I've seen the children in the orphanage easily lose their belongings."Loki said. "I hid my belongings just where I would remember. It was so obvious nobody bothered to even look."

"Oh, did you even at once lose a prized possession?" I ask.

"No." Loki said, quickly.

"Everyone loses stuff moving," I said. "But there are kids who steal from those moving. It happens all the time, Loki, it is natural."

"Not to me, it isn't." Loki said.

I take a turn to the left passing the house.

"The family I spent nine months were, lets say, an old couple." Loki said. "They had a sob story about losing their grand child and their children in a plane crash a couple months ago."

"So they wanted to get a replacement for two generations." I said.

"What?" Loki asks, as though I had accused him of something terrible. "Me? a replacement?"

"It's a thing, you know." I said. "It's a very known thing."

"What's a thing?" Loki asks.

"A thing." I said.

"...What is a thing?" Loki asks.

I sigh.

"Some entity, object, or creature that is not or cannot be specifically designated or precisely described." I said.

"Oh, that's what it is." Loki said.

"So, how did they take it when you aged?" I ask.

"It happened overnight." Loki said. "I showed them what I could do while explaining who I am.They believed me, and, let me stay even though they feared me.They were quite the puzzling couple."

"They feared you and let you stay." I said.

"Yes." Loki said.

"And you didn't get into trouble with them." I said.

"They were quite literately the last people on the list for the system for people willing to take a child like me." Loki said. "The child services said so themselves."

"So, how long ago did they die?" I ask.

"Last week." Loki said.

"It took you a week to drag your shoes in the mud." I said.

"No, they didn't ask me until the last minute for your phone number." Loki said.

I raise a brow,paying attention to the road.

"My first day involved them drilling me for answers." Loki said. "Including your phone number," I swore there was a look of realization glimmering in his eyes but then that look went down. "Which they lost."

I pressed a button behind the steering wheel.

Wing blades shot out from both sides of the car.

"Why are you going down the wrong road?" Loki asks, sounding puzzled with his face leaning against the window.

"You wanted to know what my job was." I said, pressing a few more side buttons.I had a cheesy grin spreading across my face. "I am bringing you there."

The car lifted off the road right into the sky.

The vehicle became clearly disguised--aka camouflaged--to the outside view so it seemed unviewable.Many people can say it became invisible in simple English while I say 'camouflage'. There are many arguments people can make about my vehicle.

"...What?" Loki said, turning his head towards my direction appearing to be so alarmed.

Loki honestly reminds me of a confused kitten looking for their mommy.

"I am taking you to my job, duh." I said. "I had to learn how to drive before launching into the sky!"

Loki stares at me in utter shock.

"Is that why I had to be in a terrible bus with an awful stench for Odin knows how long?"

"From and to; yes." I said.

"What have you been doing for the past...." Loki starts but I interrupt.

"Thirty eight." I said.

"Thirty-eight years of your life?" Loki finishes.

"Living." I said.

Loki frowns at my reply.

"That does not answer my question." Loki said.

"For a really long time I had automobile driving phobia." I said, passing a couple bats. "This job I took changed everything. What I learned is my driving skills are terrible, yet..." I had a smirk. "I soar in the sky."

"Where are we going?" Loki asks.

"Bouvet Island." I said. "One thousand miles off the coast of Antarctica."

"What a terrible name." Loki remarks.

"Actually you'll find a island with a terrible name has something great about it." I said. "It recently had a heat bloom last year. We've been studying the samples recovered from the hole in abandoned whaling station. Tomorrow there's going to be other people coming and the clearing for the deeper part of the hole is set to be done today."

"Emily, what kind of job did you take?" Loki asks.

"That's something I am not allowed to tell." I said. "I have to be there for their arrival."

"You just said 'we've been studying the samples'." Loki points out. "You're a sample studier!"

"Not exactly." I said, slyly.

"Forensic Anthropologist?" Loki guesses.

"Silly, there's no bones." I said, with a laugh.

"Dirt identify-er?" Loki guesses.

"No way I am telling you." I said. I turn on the radio. "There's a chance we're going to be there for awhile.The many times I didn't come home on time was because of the weather.Usually I was supposed to be back by five on Wednesdays...but mother nature had a different plan in mind."

"And they chose you after surviving a bomb." Loki said.

"You are never going to let that go." I said, with a short lived sigh.

"Tell me what you are." Loki said.

"Something ancient." I said.

"Asgardian?" Loki guesses.

"Nope, much more ancient than them." I said.

"There are many beings ancient more than Asgardians." Loki said.

"That's all I am giving." I said. "There's a glove compartment, open it, there's plenty of material for you to read about this location." Loki opens the glove compartment. "Well, actually,it has a big stack of papers about a couple lethal aliens known by this realm and considered a threat to be aware of."

Really those papers are huge.

Loki looks up to me holding the huge pile of stapled papers in his arms.

"How can you have read this within two weeks?" Loki asks.

"On the way to Bouvet Island I listened to some audio readings of the files." I said. "Lucky you are not the driver. Plus, your stuff stays in the trunk so it doesn't iced over. So, Mr I dropped the scepter,start reading."