Loki hadn't been too discomfited at first when he stepped off the train. It had to be some kind of new mission from the All-Mother, or maybe one of his many enemies was playing some kind of trick on him. All in all, if it was a trick, he'd have to tip his horns to whoever managed to pull it on him, because it was really, really well-executed.

Still, when it started to rain, the shiny sort of rubbed off of this little adventure. Especially since absolutely nothing interesting had happened yet.

He pulled his long coat around him and booked it for shelter, black hair plastered down around his face. He ducked under the eave of a house and gazed with irritation at the sheets of water coming down.

"Well, okay. Fun's over. Can I go home now?"