Not in Kansas

Halloween was great fun! The humans really knew how to make the celebrations of the dead really fun. Loki suspected that at first the costumes had meant to be of horrifying creatures to try and scare away malignant spirits. But now things were a lot more geared towards fun. It was now a festival where the children could go around and get sweets for free. It was brilliant as far as the young god was concerned. He now had a large collection of various sweets, an apple (which was much more traditional) and a few coins. It was a fine horde that he had and Loki was proud of it.

It's just sweets. Ikol muttered. The magpie in his head always had to try and ruin things. Although Loki supposed he shouldn't have expected anything else. Ikol was his former self. His opposite. The miserable, evil, old sod that he had used to be.
"Just because it's not what you're used to," Loki retorted, taking out a sweet and devouring it. These things were brilliant! Loki was becoming fond of the various different foods that the humans had to offer. It made a change from honey which was the usual sweetener in Asgard. And honey had flavour so they were pretty restricted on what sweets tasted like back home.

He was dressed in a Thor costume. Which was over his usual clothes because the boy was more than a bit on the slight side and so he hoped that wearing two layers would help flesh out the costume. It had the added side effect on making him over-heat. He supposed it was probably time to start heading back to the Avenger's Mansion which was serving as his home. He still wasn't too sure why they put up with him, although he suspected it was to make sure he wasn't going to kill anyone.

Walking through the street, the boy passed a raccoon eating fries and a hamburger and he continued on and turned the corner before stopping and realising. That was a raccoon. Eating a hamburger. And fries. With his hand-paws. Turning back around the corner, green eyes focused on the scene. Was it just a fantastic costume? It could be but Loki wasn't sure. Something wasn't... well, costume-y about it. Loki was all about tricks and what was a costume but a trick?

Walking back, stumbling over his massive cape, he stopped beside the raccoon and took a seat next to him.
"Hello Mr. Raccoon!" The boy greeted cheerfully, swinging his legs as he sat on the bench. Green eyes flickered to Ikol as he saw the magpie land near by, hopping around. Sometimes there were some disadvantages to having a magpie in your head. Loki never got a chance to be alone.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He almost immediately said to the raccoon. There didn't seem to be any magic surrounding him to explain why he had a more human shape and the boy could sense magic even if he hadn't perfected using it. So surely that meant that this strange raccoon might be an alien! Loki had read all about them on the internet. It was a rather exiting topic, after all.

((OOC Note: Hope this is OK. If anything needs changing, just let me know.))

It seemed that Mr Raccoon could talk! Which wasn't surprising considering the life that Loki lead. But it also turned out that Mr Raccoon was not actually his name and it was Rocket. Which was either a really cool name or slightly misfortunate. After all, rockets could be the awesome things that were launched into space. Or the salad. Loki hadn't had too much experience with rocket in salad but the boy had found out that salad was not something that a hungry young lad should be eating. Milkshakes and bacon rolls were much better and healthier. No doubt about it. As Rocket said he came from up there, Loki gave a customary glance towards the sky. It was a good night to come from the stars, it was clear and so the pricks of lights shone brilliantly from above.

"I'm Loki!" He greeted cheerfully. "I come from Asgard. Which is sort of up there but sort of not. For the first part of my life it was actually on the Earth before Odin put it back where it should be," The boy was being more open than he normally was. Perhaps it was because he was wearing a Thor costume and feeling brave. Or more likely it was because he suspected that an alien raccoon would know very little about Loki and Asgard and thus it was safe that he wouldn't be judged for who he was. Besides, they sort of shared the whole coming from up there business which was rather fun.

"You know, you look remarkable similar to raccoons. They live on Midgard," Loki said, taking out his phone and looking up pictures of raccoons on the internet so he could show them to Rocket in case the other didn't believe him about this claim. Perhaps the similarity was something similar to how the gods looked similar to the mortals and the elves and the dwarves. Although at least the gods, elves and mortals all came from realms connected by Yggdrasil. He didn't think aliens could have such a similarity to Earth creatures. Still, he was excited to meet an actual living alien. No matter what shape the alien was in.

There was a childish delight on Loki's face as Rocket revealed that he had heard of Asgardians before. It was kind of nice to know that one's people where known outside of the nine realms (even if Loki was technically a Frost Giant by blood). And even though Rocket knew about Asgardians, he didn't seem to know about what role Loki had to play in their story, which was a big bonus to the child.
"That's cool! I never knew that we might be known outside the Nine Realms! We don't really leave the realms too much. I haven't myself. Midgard and Asgard, that's where I've been. I wonder what it's like out there," The boy said with enthusiasm. To be fair, he had visited more realms than he let on but that wasn't too important (or likely for a normal Asgardian boy of his age) so he left it out. But visiting space and other worlds sounded cool.

"How do you get around? Do you have space-ships? How long does it take to travel between places? The humans take three days to get to their moon, I think," It was obvious that the boy was a lot more relaxed now that the initial information had been shared between them. Even if Loki had said more specific things. All he knew about where Rocket came from was the stars.

As Rocket said that one of his friends had pointed out his similarity to raccoons, the boy grinned and quickly held up his phone, complete with a load of searches for raccoons.
"Tada! Never seen one in person, though. They look rather cool." The boy held his Starkphone carefully as he showed the pictures to his new friend, scrolling down after a few seconds so Rocket could see even more of the pictures. Loki loved his phone. It was so useful! Noticing Rocket yawn, the child frowned, wondering about how late it was. He was getting regular sleep (the same amount as the mortals) but his natural biology allowed him to push further. Loki didn't even stop to consider that perhaps Rocket had been on his feet for longer.
"Feeling tired?" He asked, wondering how he could help him.

"Maybe when I get home, I can try and convince them some more to go outside our realm. It would be fun. I would like to see some more of the universe. Other than the few spots that we do get to see," The boy said thoughtfully. He was a curious lad and the idea of seeing aliens appealed to him. Especially as they wouldn't want to kill him or harm him. And as far as the young boy was concerned, that was a positive. Much more relaxing environment. Although he doubted it would be too peaceful. If anything, living with both Asgardians and Midgardians had taught him that conflict was a constant companion of any life.

Listening to the description of space ships, the boy looked interested. He'd never tried to see how far up they could go against their imprisonment. And the sea had been impossible to swim against.
"Maybe we could build a space ship!" He suggested. "I know the secret paths are blocked but the physical ones may be more easier to break and then we can try get back to our homes. Because people come from different universes here. It can get confusing," Loki explained. He didn't have a clue how to make a space-ship. He guessed it needed some sort of power. And a place for the pilots. And a protective shell.

"Before I found somewhere, I went to the hotels. They were taking on a fair amount of people. There were a lot of homeless around then. I managed to get a friend a room to stay in. I can see if I can get you one. Otherwise the library is nice. You have to sneak in before it closes, though and it's not as great as a hotel," The boy said thoughtfully. People and talking raccoons all deserved somewhere nice to stay. Loki knew what it was like to be an outcast.
We'll find you somewhere nice," He said with a nod, although it seemed to be more to himself than to Rocket.