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Heat, air charged with magic, the bubbling sound of water.

The rustling of wind through the leaves.

Loki abruptly opened his eyes.

Half his body was submerged in a massive cauldron, heated by roaring firewood beneath. Steam swirled around him, and the red liquid in the cauldron bubbled as plant roots and stems floated about—ingredients that resembled a gruesome human stew.

How dare someone show such disrespect! He shot up from the cauldron, only to realize he was stark naked, his body exposed to the cool air. His iconic golden horned helmet had been removed, and even his head felt strangely light.

Not far from him, someone stepped out of a wooden cottage. The man wore a traditional long-sleeved shirt, its sleeves rolled high up his arms. Loki was ready to give this insolent fool a piece of his mind but froze when his eyes fell on what was standing behind the man.

"…."

A massive bipedal dragon, nearly as tall as the cottage itself, folded its wings as it observed him alongside its master.

"That's dragon blood," the man said, pointing at the cauldron. "I found you gravely injured. Your wounds were too severe to stitch together, so I used it to heal you."

Loki instinctively examined his arm and side. The surface wounds had indeed healed significantly, though cursed black markings still lingered beneath his skin. Dragon blood, a rare magical material, had the power to mitigate physical damage. Realizing this, Loki quickly submerged his exposed arm back into the cauldron.

"Where am I?" he demanded, scanning his surroundings. The air was thick with mana, so dense it reminded him of Asgard. "Alfheim?"

The man paused as if searching for the right words. "Midgard."

"That's impossible!" Loki retorted. "Midgardians don't even call their world that. They say 'Earth!'"

"…I figured using your terminology would make things easier to explain."

The man introduced himself as Selwyn, explaining that this was a remote, uninhabited area in North America. He was the caretaker of this peculiar zone, managing its anomalies and looking after fantastical creatures. He gestured to the dragon, which flapped its wings and let out a cheerful screech.

"Your clothes and belongings."

Selwyn untied a cloth bag from the dragon's neck, pulling out Loki's armor and golden helmet before handing them over. "Selwyn, caretaker and part-time doctor."

"Loptr," Loki replied, using an old alias he had once employed on Midgard. Shaking Selwyn's hand with a feigned grateful smile, he added, "I ran into some space pirates, and my ship suffered a malfunction after the battle. I had to use an emergency portal and… well, I ended up here. Funny how portals can be unpredictable sometimes, huh?"

Selwyn nodded, apparently convinced. "Spatial shifts are tricky. It's not uncommon for me to encounter travelers who've ended up here by mistake."

Once dressed, Loki felt more composed, slipping back into his usual demeanor as the God of Mischief. This place seemed safe—a perfect spot to recover. A gullible Midgardian managing a hidden sanctuary and a doctor at that? Ideal.

"Curses are tricky to deal with. You should rest here for a while," Selwyn advised, glancing at Loki's arm. "I've never seen a curse like this before. You're fortunate to be so resilient; a normal human would have been a charred corpse by the time I found them."

The curse.

The memories resurfaced: uncovering unpleasant truths, clashing with Thor, stealing Odin's treasures, falling from the Bifrost, drifting aimlessly through space… only to end up back on Midgard.

Following Selwyn into the cottage, Loki noticed shelves filled with jars and vials. Inside were rare magical materials that shouldn't exist on Earth: elf roots, dragon teeth, magical essence, fairy wing dust, and oils from colossal magical beasts.

The backyard housed a vegetable garden with oversized pumpkins and fiddleheads. Selwyn retrieved a chilled watermelon from the well, tapping it lightly before splitting it in half. He handed one half to Loki.

"Food and supplies are in the storeroom. Help yourself to anything you need. If there's something you can't find, let me know—I have a contact who delivers goods here monthly."

Selwyn suddenly looked toward the horizon, surprised. "Ah, they're early this month."

Loki followed his gaze. A black speck on the horizon grew larger, revealing an eight-wheeled truck with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo painted on its side.

The truck stopped outside the cottage, and a heavily suited driver emerged awkwardly, the Earth's gravity making his movements sluggish. Holding a clipboard, he approached Selwyn. "Good day, I'm Agent Cowes from S.H.I.E.L.D. Here to deliver this month's supplies. Please sign here."

The truck rattled as if something inside had moved.

"Why so early?" Selwyn asked.

"We had a patient needing treatment, so we combined the trip. This area requires full biohazard suits, after all." Cowes glanced around nervously. "By the way, have you noticed any unusual activity? Our monitoring station detected a brief spike in spatial curvature nearby."

Selwyn turned to where Loki had been, now replaced by a small crocodile wearing his golden horned helmet. "No," he replied calmly.

Cowes hesitated but dismissed the thought, muttering something about unusual creatures before opening the truck's rear compartment. A large orange cat with tentacle-like appendages tumbled out, retching violently. Lava spewed from its mouth, scorching the ground and forming a bubbling lava pool.

"…."

Selwyn sighed, retrieving the dragon-blood-filled cauldron and setting it before the cat. "Drink this. You'll feel better after some rest."

The tentacles wrapped around the cauldron, swallowing its contents before spitting it back out, empty. The cat let out a sulfurous belch before settling down, appearing like any other house cat.

Agent Cowes, visibly shaken, unloaded supplies with Selwyn's help—raw meat, frozen poultry, vegetables, and even a new handheld gaming console.

As the truck departed, Selwyn stood amid the chaos, turning to the crocodile. "Loptr, do you have some sort of history with S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

The crocodile shifted into human form under a flash of green light. "Not exactly," Loki said, avoiding Selwyn's gaze. "Let's just say I've been… cautious since being pursued by space pirates."

With a snap of his fingers, the lava pool hardened into volcanic rock, and vegetation crept back over the scorched earth. Turning to Selwyn with a sly smile, Loki offered his hand.

"Allow me to reintroduce myself—Loptr, a wandering sorcerer."