Soulmate
Loki had always wondered about the name Clint that was written on his wrist. the young prince now of age had never been out of Asgard before other than on the small trips he took with his brother.
Now as a gift, his father let him go and explore the realm called Midgard.
He was now walking through the Midgardian city they called New York. It was warm so he had his summer wear on and his sleeves rolled to his elbows.
He looked around fascinated not watching where he was going which was a mistake because moments later, he crashed into some one.
"I am so sorry, i should have been looking where i was going, i’m visiting you see and everything is so fascinating i have not seen anything like it." He stood up and offered his hand to the man which just happened to be the one with his soul-mates name written on.