The Woman Who Was

A.N. Hello readers, so this is my first journey into wide world of writing my own fan fiction. I have decided that I was been on the side lines to long! Not really I just thought I'd try to see if I'm absolutely terrible at this or not. This will be a mostly Loki centered fic, and there will be slash heads up. There will all be a ton of bad language, bad puns, lame jokes, and probably a bit of fluff. Hopefully I remember to add plot. All mistakes are my own I do not yet have a beta and my brain tends to fizz after a day of work and my two year old. These first few chapters will probably be a bit rusty and ranging from not detailed enough to Hemmingway would say I'm over doing it. Please bear with me as I find my "Groove," Any reviews or helpful hints would be amazing!

Disclaimer: I own nothing... I have a bottle of krud kutter the stuff is the shit.

Prologue

Her cat was a fucking asshole, that's really all there was to it. She had rescued it from the heartless streets of New York, New York in the middle of an honest to god ALIEN INVASION and it still acted as though the world itself needed to pay homage. She sneered at the wine dripping off of her couch as said asshole looked on with absolute disinterest. Her dog however was shaking with anxiety, Rhett, was a full blooded fully trained Rottweiler. Well he had been until the security company that bred the dogs discovered the poor animal would practically shit himself if the lights so much as flickered. The cat lived to torment Rhett. Chuffing a sigh she stormed into her small kitchen to find some "krud Kutter".

The yelp that followed her out of her living room was nothing unusual the cat didn't enjoy witnesses more often than not, but the hiss and frenzied screech from the spawn of Satan… that… that made her hackles rise. Rolling her shoulders she forcibly reminded herself that she was an independent modern woman who had moved from Texas to big bad New York City, had survived aliens, a lizard man, a web slinging disaster zone, and regularly put up with the city wide shenanigans of the Avengers and their mentally unstable foe! Striding purposefully out of the kitchen she fully intended on sitting down on her soon to be stain free couch, pouring an extra-large glass wine, inhaling her Nana's banana pudding, and watching Sherlock. She would relax tonight! God help anyone Anyone who thought to stop her, cat be DAMNED!

Growling in anticipated triumph she bumped right into a wall of metal, which was a rather odd thing since she hadn't installed a wall of metal. The wall of metal shifted, even more odd, somewhere in her head alarm bell were screaming. The rest of her brain was too caught up in its triumph over the cat. "Filthy Mortal." The bells stopped screaming, there was a full orchestra in her mind, a veritable symphony of police sirens wailing now. Leaning her head back she looked right into the sharp green eyes of none other than the world's criminal number one. Loki Lafueyson. Deliriously she looked around the room as she backed away from him, her breathing erratic, heart trying to fly from her chest, knees weak, she frantically searched for anything that could be a weapon. Loki took a menacing step forward, mind screaming on pure adrenaline she aimed the spot remover in her hand and fired! Loki looked singularly unimpressed at the fine mist that showered the floor. Turning heel she let out an ear shattering scream as her feet kicked up and the ground rose swiftly to meet her. The wind rushed out her in a loud grunt, and her last vision before the world stopped swirling with blackness and terror was that of the cat sitting on her couch still cleaning himself. Fucking asshole.