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For Asgard

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It's your turn to lock up for the night at work. You work as a clerk at your town's library, checking in and out books, as well as re-shelving and other tasks. After making sure all the nightly duties have been diligently performed, you set the building's alarm and lock up the library.

Making your way to your car in the staff parking lot, you notice something in the sky. It almost looks like the northern lights. The luminous multicoloured lights swerve and sway in a stunning display across the dark night. You have not seen anything quite like this before. Naturally, the lights prove to be a tad distracting while driving home.

And then you see it.

Is it a comet? you wonder. It's certainly massive in size and almost blinding. You put your blinker on and pull over to the side of the road to watch the spectacle.

You panic, almost thinking the comet is heading towards you. When you look a little harder, it actually seems to be falling about a mile west of you. The light disappears within a cloud of cylindrical dust and the earth rumbles after its crash.

You thank the gods it fell in an open field with no inhabitants nearby.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you pull back onto the road and make a turn down an old dirt path towards the crash of whatever the hell that was. When you reach the site, you exit your vehicle and cautiously move closer to the flattened area the comet had made in the field. You turn on the flashlight in your smartphone and expect to see some kind of space rock or maybe even satellite debris. But that is not the case.

It's a man.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, bending over him. “Please don't be dead.”

The man lifts his head up a fraction and stares at you through hooded eyes. They're a piercing green that leaves you almost breathless. A couple small groans of pain come from him and his head falls back to the ground. Well, thank goodness he's not dead. He does, however, look to be seriously out of it.

Is he an alien? Ha! He must have been an unlucky bystander that got hit by...whatever that was. The good samaritan in you helps the man up and you both stumble back to your car with help from the light of your phone's flashlight. You get him to lie down in the back of your car. The lights from inside the vehicle reveal what you had missed about him out there.

You're stunned.

And not just at the relatively odd clothing he's got on. It's his striking face and features. His hair is raven black, strewn over his pale face. His lips are soft looking and parted a bit. You remember those eyes and how they stared at you. They are burnt into your brain...

You try to get it through your head that this poor guy has probably just been hit with space debris and is probably very hurt right now. Not the time to be fawning over somebody. You hop back into the driver's seat and head back into town to the hospital.



The hospital's receptionist at the desk asks you for his name, to which you say you don't know.

“I've never met him before,” you explain. “I just found him almost unconscious in a field.”

The nurses take the mysterious raven-haired man to be looked at. You hope he'll be all right. It feels wrong to you to just leave him, so you stay in the waiting room to hear news of how he's doing. A doctor comes out to see you finally sometime early the next morning.

“Hi there, I'm Doctor Walker,” he greets you with an extended hand. You shake it. “You're here waiting for the gentleman that came in last night?”

“Yes, that's right,” you reply. “How is he?”

“As a matter of fact, he woke up about an hour or so ago and we have been running tests and checking his vitals. He's doing well.”

“Oh, that's such great news.” You are relieved.

“Would you like to go in and see him?”

The thought makes you nervous for some reason, but of course, you agree to it. You knock on the door to the room the doctor said the man was in. The man must not have heard you knock because he is, in fact, awake. But he seems to be examining his hands as if they were somehow foreign to him, turning them over and inspecting them.
You feel a bit awkward watching, so you clear your throat. His head shoots up and looks at you standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” you say to him.

“Hello,” he replies curiously.

“How are you feeling?”

“I have felt better.”

You shift awkwardly.

“You are the one that brought me to this place?” he asks.

“Uh yes, I am. I couldn't just leave you there. You looked really hurt.”

You almost swear you could have heard him mutter “in more ways than one.” You notice his eyes are saddened.

“Well, thank you,” he says. “You are very kind to have helped me. I have not been the recipient of such kindness in a long time.” This comment can't help but pull at your heartstrings.

“Do you know what happened out there?” you ask. “Were you hit by something?”

“I think it is a rather lengthy story to tell, but yes, I do believe I was hit by something.”

That'll just have to do for now. You think back to what the man was wearing when you found him.

“You're not from around here are you?”

“No, I am not. Far from it, actually.” There's a slight pause.

“I'm so sorry,” you say. “I forgot to introduce myself.” You do so.

“A pleasure,” the man says with a smile.

“I am...Loki...of Asgard.”