(A/N: Hiiiiii! I finally have internet again, so yay for this story! Unfortunately, this chapter is also short, because I've sort of gotten out of the naruto/avengers fandoms, and all of my attention lately has been directed at Homestuck. I'm going to continue this, though, so this chapter is more me getting back into the feel of writing this again. It will get better, so stay tuned.)

LOKI

Day 2: The longer I am here in this confounded realm, the more I can feel my intelligence slipping away. After leaving the gym of horrors yesterday, as I have taken to calling it, we wandered around searching for the idiot who calls himself the first avenger. I would have slipped away at any moment during the search, had I not been caught at every attempt.

Alright, the first time I actually could have gotten away, if that blonde haired child had not come racing by in an attempt to flee for his insignificant life; when Thor turned to witness the commotion, he noticed that I was not where he thought I should be, and the entire team went bananas trying to hunt me. It would have been amusing, watching them, had it not been me they were searching for. After that, I was under constant watch, and any attempt I made was thwarted.

When we finally found the American Failure, he was in what resembled a tavern, only much smaller and with less varieties of ale, with some bimbo who called herself a shinobi. I did not care to learn her name, as it was of no importance to me. What she spoke about, however, piqued my interest very much.

Thor, the bumbling fool, did something worth gratitude for once, and began asking about the ruler of this land. I learned that there is no real ruler, in that everyone must obey their whims, but there is a hokage who is very much like a president on earth. There is power in the position, and the person himself is very much experienced, but it is not a dictatorship. The people still organize themselves, although with some guidance and advice. There is an order, but an order that the hokage must also subject himself to.

Rather, herself, as it is currently a woman. That will make my job of conquest much easier than expected.

When the woman of Rogers affections thankfully quit speaking, we were directed to a small inn where we could stay and gather our bearings. I have been given "permission," of all things, to request directions to the nearest library, so I may start my own quest. I WILL find that scroll before that damned fool Thor, and I will not let him "fix" me.