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The day passes by calmly, much to your surprise. No screaming, no bags of cat food falling, no lying to cashiers, no violent chills, nothing. You simply relax, showing Loki some of your favorite 'Midgardian activities' at his request. He soon knows and has read at least the first chapter of a few of your favorite books (though you're not sure how much he actually enjoys them), you teach him how to play some video games (he openly displays how stupid he thinks they are), you watch a couple of episodes of your favorite shows (he finds Sherlock fascinating and Supernatural amusing; the others he's indifferent to), and you eat soup. Lots and lots of soup.
When you had told Loki that chicken noodle soup was basically a cure-all, he insisted on making you some. You actually ran out of cans once he discovered that he enjoyed it as well, and that resulted in him going to the grocery store (where he ended up doing the rest of your food shopping, while he was at it). You could hardly imagine him walking through the aisles, with a little red basket full of apples and peanut butter and juice and soup and nutella and ice cream.
Upon his return, he makes yet another pot of the stuff, and then asks you if he can watch the second Thor movie with you. "I've only seen snippets of it," he explains, "and I would like to know how well the Midgardians did acting as my brother and I. Thor saw it, and said that they looked identical." You can hardly deny him the right to see his own movie - plus you could watch it an infinite amount of times and never get tired of it - so you put it in and settle down.
He inevitably makes you fast forward past Frigga's death, but the rest of the time, he's smirking at his own character's sass, and scowling at Thor's moments of stupidity. Half the time you're watching him more than the movie. That is, until you get to his death. Nearly from the very moment they arrive in the Dark World, you're tearing up, and when the actual moment arrives, your bottom lip is quivering as you clench and unclench your jaw. Loki notices and makes you pause it.
"What's wrong, love?" He asks, genuinely perplexed. You sniffle and gently press your fingers onto your closed eyes.
"You… your death. It's just so… sad… I mean, did you really apologize like that? Was it really like that?"
"Something like that, you big baby… Oh, calm down, I'm right here, see?" He takes your hand in his, gently squeezing it. "Real." You sniffle once more, eyes wide, amazed at the feeling of his slender fingers wrapped around your own.
"Yeah… real," you breathe, right as Loki's eyes flick behind your head in surprise and the door slams shut.
~*~*~*~
"Who the hell is that?" your father growls after a moment's pause of surprise, lunging forward to grab you by the armpits and drag you to your feet and away from Loki. "He looks at least thirty, who the fuck is he? Answer me!" Neither Loki or you open your mouths, and that's when your father oh-so conveniently notices your reddening eyes - probably because you were rubbing them.
"Wh-what the hell did he do to you? Did this asshole break in? Was he threatening you?!" His voice raises in volume as he goes on, making up theories. At the mention of threats, Loki stands, raising his hands in the universal sign for I-don't-have-weapons-I-come-in-peace-please-don't-harm-me.
"I did not threaten her," he says calmly. "[y/n], your daughter, is a friend of mine. We were simply watching a movie together and she got quite emotional at a melancholy moment." Loki doesn't seem to realize how intimidating he is though, towering over you by nearly a foot and your father by at least a few inches. His jet black hair is still slicked back and his eyes glitter darkly with mischief - something that could easily be mistaken for something much more grim. Your father places himself in front of you, and whispers for you to run, his voice nearly panicked. Fed up with this, you tug on his sleeve and reply in a normal tone, "Dad. Calm yourself. He's telling the truth. Why do you care, anyways?"
Loki holds up a finger, stopping you dad's answer. "Why do you care? The fact that you don't give a damn about her well-being until she's placed in immediate danger implies that you want something from her. What could you possibly want? Money, a grandchild, what?"
"That's hardly any of your business," he snaps. "I still don't even fucking know who you are."
"My name is Tom," Loki replies, without hesitation. "I already told you that I am a friend of [y/n]'s, and I'm just concerned about how well she's being taken care of in her home." And that seems to do it. Your father lunges at Loki, aiming his open hands for the man's pale throat. You gasp audibly, but Loki simply sidesteps him while kicking out his leg, knocking the stocky man to the floor. That's when your fortune brings your mother walking through the front door, heels-a-clicking. She assesses the situation with a gaping mouth - your father scrambling to his feet as a strange man stands over him, clearly ready to defend himself again, and you watching from the sidelines, quite horrified - before she lets out a shriek.
"Who is that man oh God is he a robber Jesus Christ we're going to die!" Everyone stops what they're doing to look at her.
"Th-this isn't a robber, it's our daughter's friend," your father sputters angrily. While your father's attention was on your mother, and your mother's attention trained on your father, Loki takes the chance to creep his way over to you and whispers, "Is there anything you need from your room?" You shake your head no, he replies, "Good," and then takes your hand and sprints to the door. On the way out you grab your purse from where it rests on the floor, and your parents scream after you, "You little bitch, where do you think you're going?!"
You hear dad's footsteps thumping heavily, chasing after you, but then you notice Loki mumbling something under his breath, and in the next few moments thick, fat snowflakes begin falling around you as a burst of blinding light in swirling rainbow colors has enveloped you. Dad is screaming something at you and you're grabbing onto Loki, holding on for dear life as you're whipped this way and that, with your eyes squeezed shut until you crash, hitting your head on a hard floor with a crack.
When you had told Loki that chicken noodle soup was basically a cure-all, he insisted on making you some. You actually ran out of cans once he discovered that he enjoyed it as well, and that resulted in him going to the grocery store (where he ended up doing the rest of your food shopping, while he was at it). You could hardly imagine him walking through the aisles, with a little red basket full of apples and peanut butter and juice and soup and nutella and ice cream.
Upon his return, he makes yet another pot of the stuff, and then asks you if he can watch the second Thor movie with you. "I've only seen snippets of it," he explains, "and I would like to know how well the Midgardians did acting as my brother and I. Thor saw it, and said that they looked identical." You can hardly deny him the right to see his own movie - plus you could watch it an infinite amount of times and never get tired of it - so you put it in and settle down.
He inevitably makes you fast forward past Frigga's death, but the rest of the time, he's smirking at his own character's sass, and scowling at Thor's moments of stupidity. Half the time you're watching him more than the movie. That is, until you get to his death. Nearly from the very moment they arrive in the Dark World, you're tearing up, and when the actual moment arrives, your bottom lip is quivering as you clench and unclench your jaw. Loki notices and makes you pause it.
"What's wrong, love?" He asks, genuinely perplexed. You sniffle and gently press your fingers onto your closed eyes.
"You… your death. It's just so… sad… I mean, did you really apologize like that? Was it really like that?"
"Something like that, you big baby… Oh, calm down, I'm right here, see?" He takes your hand in his, gently squeezing it. "Real." You sniffle once more, eyes wide, amazed at the feeling of his slender fingers wrapped around your own.
"Yeah… real," you breathe, right as Loki's eyes flick behind your head in surprise and the door slams shut.
~*~*~*~
"Who the hell is that?" your father growls after a moment's pause of surprise, lunging forward to grab you by the armpits and drag you to your feet and away from Loki. "He looks at least thirty, who the fuck is he? Answer me!" Neither Loki or you open your mouths, and that's when your father oh-so conveniently notices your reddening eyes - probably because you were rubbing them.
"Wh-what the hell did he do to you? Did this asshole break in? Was he threatening you?!" His voice raises in volume as he goes on, making up theories. At the mention of threats, Loki stands, raising his hands in the universal sign for I-don't-have-weapons-I-come-in-peace-please-don't-harm-me.
"I did not threaten her," he says calmly. "[y/n], your daughter, is a friend of mine. We were simply watching a movie together and she got quite emotional at a melancholy moment." Loki doesn't seem to realize how intimidating he is though, towering over you by nearly a foot and your father by at least a few inches. His jet black hair is still slicked back and his eyes glitter darkly with mischief - something that could easily be mistaken for something much more grim. Your father places himself in front of you, and whispers for you to run, his voice nearly panicked. Fed up with this, you tug on his sleeve and reply in a normal tone, "Dad. Calm yourself. He's telling the truth. Why do you care, anyways?"
Loki holds up a finger, stopping you dad's answer. "Why do you care? The fact that you don't give a damn about her well-being until she's placed in immediate danger implies that you want something from her. What could you possibly want? Money, a grandchild, what?"
"That's hardly any of your business," he snaps. "I still don't even fucking know who you are."
"My name is Tom," Loki replies, without hesitation. "I already told you that I am a friend of [y/n]'s, and I'm just concerned about how well she's being taken care of in her home." And that seems to do it. Your father lunges at Loki, aiming his open hands for the man's pale throat. You gasp audibly, but Loki simply sidesteps him while kicking out his leg, knocking the stocky man to the floor. That's when your fortune brings your mother walking through the front door, heels-a-clicking. She assesses the situation with a gaping mouth - your father scrambling to his feet as a strange man stands over him, clearly ready to defend himself again, and you watching from the sidelines, quite horrified - before she lets out a shriek.
"Who is that man oh God is he a robber Jesus Christ we're going to die!" Everyone stops what they're doing to look at her.
"Th-this isn't a robber, it's our daughter's friend," your father sputters angrily. While your father's attention was on your mother, and your mother's attention trained on your father, Loki takes the chance to creep his way over to you and whispers, "Is there anything you need from your room?" You shake your head no, he replies, "Good," and then takes your hand and sprints to the door. On the way out you grab your purse from where it rests on the floor, and your parents scream after you, "You little bitch, where do you think you're going?!"
You hear dad's footsteps thumping heavily, chasing after you, but then you notice Loki mumbling something under his breath, and in the next few moments thick, fat snowflakes begin falling around you as a burst of blinding light in swirling rainbow colors has enveloped you. Dad is screaming something at you and you're grabbing onto Loki, holding on for dear life as you're whipped this way and that, with your eyes squeezed shut until you crash, hitting your head on a hard floor with a crack.
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Your skin grew to pure white, before flushing about nine thousand shades of red, inching away from Loki’s double with yours hands clasped behind your back. Your mouth was set in a tight line, your middle starting to tremor.
Your father only glared at you, his stare nearly crushing.
He repeated the question, his voice even more sinister and demanding, “Who. Is. This. Man, (Name)?”
You shuddered finally, glancing at Loki’s double, so glad that he was still here, looking at you and trying to send you an air of calm. It wasn’t really working, and the only thing that rose within you fr
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Sorry I haven't updated in so long... this has actually been written since Friday 
I also apologize if you don't even like Supernatural or Sherlock, I just put them in on a whim. Oh, and I kind of don't do the mature content thingy for language, so excuse my French. Aaaand that about sums up the apologies, I should think.
I also apologize if you don't even like Supernatural or Sherlock, I just put them in on a whim. Oh, and I kind of don't do the mature content thingy for language, so excuse my French. Aaaand that about sums up the apologies, I should think.Prologue: xsearchingforsanityx.deviantar…
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Loki (c) Marvel
Cover photo (c) not mine
Story (c) moi
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Supernatural and Sherlock! I kind of wish that Loki mentioned something about "meeting the God-like mortal, and his friend Watson." Yes, God-like