. .  . 3 hours later . . 

I decided to create a mobile piano in the Klingon cell I was put in. Unlike Steve, I felt more secure. Why? They look so cross and have this demeanor about them indicating they wouldn't give it a second thought to kill a mortal if they  had spat on them. Not that I am going to try it. I am not going to try it on the race.

"You are a terrible pianist." I heard Steve.

I looked over making the piano vanish.

"Ah, the suit speaks!" I said, clapping my hands together.

"Get that suit off me." Steve requested.

I grinned.

"You do it," I said. "You are the intelligent one here. I don't need to help you. Just  feel around the helmet."

"I am not Tony Stark right here!" Steve said.

"You are no Tony Stark," I agreed, rubbing my hands together deviously. "Start learning."

"I have tried everything," Steve said. "And it won't come off."

"Oh right," I said. "I used magic. You can't take a magical suit of armor with 'advanced' technology off so easily." I waved my hand dismissing the suit and replacing it with a different kind of attire such as a black jacket, blue shirt, jeans, and boots. "Boots are my compliments."

"I am getting off this ship and heading back to Earth." Steve said.

"For all you know, this 'Midgard' might not be the one you are familiar to," I said. "And you would be even further and probably be classified a technophobe because of it."

"I am not listening!" Steve said, heading away from my direction.

"One wrong move and they are not afraid to chop you up into pieces!" I said.

"Paranoid Norse God."

"Displaced man out of sync!"

The doors opened automatically for the mortal who left. Truth to be told I am afraid of this spaceship. I sat down on the part of the bed that stuck out (which wasn't much of a bed to be honest) lacking any kind of fabric to soften the feeling against the metal. I decided to meditate to clear my thoughts so I sat down in the middle of the room. I could plan my best moves when threatened by other alien races in the known area.

Meditating can also help in organizing thoughts.  It helped me ease my worry of being the subject to a potential failed assassination. Only weapons made by Asgardians are capable of killing Jotuns (Aka Frost Giants) and nothing else. The idea of dying was honestly not the best one in mind. Like many mere mortals out in open space: I did not want to die. Self preservation comes at its finest even makes us all do mistakes to save our lives or the lives of others.

Some believe due to the failed attack on New York City that I had no heart.

Some believed I swear vengeance over the Avengers for what they had done.

But none of that is true.

Honestly, I am glad that my grip on the scepter was lost.

I wasn't really myself during the attack and I made some foolish mistakes.

I felt better about myself when my eyes opened to see two Klingons standing in front of the cell.

"Yes?"  I said. 

They had a dark vibe about them.

"You. . . You are a murderer."

I tilted my head.

"So?" I asked.

One smacked a button on the side of cell.

"We do not have honor for murderers."  The second Klingon said.

"Okay then," I said, getting up. "Freeze!"

I encased the two in ice then ran right past them. I was going to get out of here and go to the nearest Asgard location. Why would I want to go back to the place I should be banished at for the rest of my lifetime? It is safer than flying in space with Odin knows what. I transformed myself into a Klingon then walked right past several Klingons. Hah! I fooled them.

I looked over my shoulder grinning, victoriously, then turned my head in where I was walking.

I saw several Klingons running after Steve.

"AH, KLINGONS!" Steve shouted.

He screamed like a little girl.

I laughed then froze all of the Klingons in their place.

"Now, do you prefer to leave this ship in a Klingon shuttle or in the shuttle we were in the first place?" I asked.

"Oh my god, Loki." Steve said, then he punched me at the shoulder.

"Ow." I said, rubbing my shoulder.

"You scared me." Steve said.

I grabbed Steve by the hand and then ran past the several frozen Klingons who need to thaw out. It is a miracle how fast a Frost Giant can run under the disguise of a Asgardian who is under the disguise of a Klingon. We are very fast runners. I came to a stop at a elevator door. Or what seemed to be one. I go in first  then Steve went in second.

I let go of the man's hand.

"Loki, you are cold." Steve said.

Cold hearted?

Is that what he is supposed to say?

I felt pretty angry at the thrown idea that I was cold hearted. . . Or heartless for that matter.

"Why, I am not." I said.

I lowered my disguise down.

"No, seriously," Steve said. "Your skin is cold as ice."

I looked over seeing his face had turned white.

"What are you staring at?" I asked. "Speak up."

"Your skin is blue." Steve said.,

"This is what I really look like, Steve," I said. "Not all 'pale complexioned'."

"Location." Came a female voice.

"Shuttle bay." I said.

Steve gawked at me as the elevator went down.

"You have very red eyes." Steve said.

"So?" I asked. "What do my eyes have to do with escaping?"

"When they said you were a Frost Giant, I pictured a gigantic huge man with fur all over him with claws and sharp teeth."

I laughed.

"And the form I took on?" I asked.

"I thought that was all a mask." Steve said.

"So for the past three hours and one year; you thought I was a monster." I said.

"When you put THAT way: no." Steve said.

"No, it is true," I said. "Jotuns are the monsters children are told to at night before they go to bed. I am a monster who looks more human than the yeti."

"Loki, how long have you seen yourself as a outcast of society?" Steve asked.

"For most of my life." I said.

"Rudolph had a red nose and everyone would have considered him a freak if he didn't wear something to cover it up," Steve said. "But one day he took it off, fled, isolated himself and made some friends,so one day Santa Clause saw potentinal in the young buck so he asked him to pull his sled that night and for every christmas afterwards."

"How does that relate to me being a monster?"

"His red nose."

"That's not even close to being a monster."

"At one point he must have considered himself a monster so he left his friends," Steve said. "And then he had to save them from a yeti. It turns out that yeti had a tooth problem so his friend, who had a ax, helped him after falling to what could have been their death. Rudolph fended it off using his red nose against a being who was considered a monster in our culture. But this yeti helped too. . . I don't remember how but he did!"

"I should be touched but that is a children's tale!" I said. "Not even true."

"Look at it, Loki," Steve said. "You are the Yeti and Rudolph."

"I don't have  a glowing red nose," I said, insulted. "Bad comparison, mortal."

"It is quite poetic. What I am referring to is your bad side with the yeti and Rudolph is your Frost Giant side."

The doors opened.

"I am not listening to this nonsense!" I said, plugging my ears.

Well, what he was saying was true.

But that's a children's tale.

I see none of it applies to me.

"It is!" Steve argued back.

"Oh shut up about me not being a monster." I went out the doors to the shuttle bay,

"No,I am not doing any of the sorts," Steve said. "You are not a monster!"