*I'm sorry this chapter is so weird, I was just having a hard time getting started. I promise this story will have a far better plot than all this randomness, I have it all planned out. Thanks for reading :)
Loki had been at it again. He had gone to Midgard with no other purpose than to conquer it, feeling it would be the easiest of the nine realms considering the only humans he'd interacted with had been utter buffoons. When he stepped off of the bifrost and into this new realm he nearly gagged. There was a rather large restaurant before him, the name glowing from it's neon lights in the darkness.
"Thor's Thundering Chicken…Oh for Gods sake please tell me these pitiful Midgardians don't worship my idiot brother as well." He spat, folding his arms and staring spitefully at the building. He could hear the bifrost reopening behind him and he turned around.
"What's there not to worship?" Thor asked with a dashing smile.
"Speak of the devil, you really are obsessed with me, brother, it isn't healthy." They narrowed their eyes at each other and Thor stepped closer.
"What I'm obsessed with is making sure you don't cause anyone anymore harm. I'm taking you back to your cell, Loki. I wish it could be different." Loki shoved him away.
"No you don't, don't pretend to be my loving and concerned family. We're not brothers, we never were." Hurt flashed across Thor's features, but he remained stoic.
"I don't believe that. No matter what Loki, Odin is your father, he rescued you!" Loki sneered.
"You think he did that for me? He is not my father!" He bellowed, using all of his strength to knock Thor into the side of the restaurant. They wrestled for a few moments, Thor bashing Loki's head into the brick so hard that the already dented and crumbling brick caved in and the superhuman pair tumbled into the restaurant, Loki landing on top and giving his brother a nice hard punch to the nose. Thor let out an ear-splitting yell and punched Loki straight off of him, his back smacking against the un-damaged portion of the wall. A girl with thick waist length brunette waves, molten gray eyes and spontaneously dusted freckles, ran from a back room to assess the situation.
"What the hell is going on out here?!" She demanded, storming over to the hole in the wall until she noticed the two men. The wind was knocked out of her as her eyes fell upon the long blonde locks of Thor and the size of his hammer.
"U-Um…." She wanted to ask the beautiful stranger what in the world he thought he was doing but she seemed to only be able to find one word.
"Daddy!" Thor and Loki looked at each other quickly and since he was the silver-tongued brother, Loki stood up and dusted himself off.
"Please, Miss, that won't be necessary." The young woman, who appeared to be a waitress, wasn't having any of it.
"Daddy!" She screamed again. Loki's soothing façade drained away and he glared at her.
"Shut up you mewling quim, if you would just allow me to explain—" The bitter sound of Loki's voice sputtered off as he was interrupted by a large man barreling toward them.
"What did you just call my daughter?!" Loki smirked, amusement flooding his eyes.
"I called her what she is. A mewling quim." Thor noticed the man's confusion and he innocently added "I believe in this realm it translates into noisy…what's the word…cunt?" The girl tried to stop her father, but was unable as he landed a jab to Thor's stomach. He immediately recoiled, having hurt his hand far more than he'd hurt Thor, and Loki burst into a cackle.
"Dare you hit a God?" The girl seemed to snap out of her speechlessness and put her arm on her fathers shoulder.
"It's okay, dad, they are obviously mentally challenged. We will take you to the hospital for your hand, and then for those two I'm not sure whether to call the cops or a mental facility…" Her father's face became increasingly red.
"The cops, Emily! They knocked our wall in!" Emily sighed.
"Yes, dad, but the greasy looking one thinks they're gods…I think they seriously need our help." Loki opened his mouth as if to defend himself as not being greasy, but there was yet another interruption as a petite pixie like girl stepped through the wreckage.
"Um…I was gunna use the door but…yeah. You got any Thunder sauce? You know I like to keep packets of it in my purse." Everything that had just happened was momentarily erased from Loki's mind as he eyed the girl. He admired her apparent apathy and how she demanded something the moment she entered. His eyes then lingered on the perfectly curled strands of honey locks that rested at her breasts and her deep chocolate brown eyes.
"Britney! Seriously? Do you not even care that there is a gaping hole in our wall, what is wrong with you?!" She shrugged as she turned her playful gaze to the men standing with her friend.
"You haven't like…hurt my best friend or anything have you? Because you two may be hot but I will go Donkey Kong on your asses if—" Thor held up his hand as if to silence her.
"We meant no harm to the maiden…" It was as if Emily had just noticed Thor's accent, that or the fact that he'd called her a maiden, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth that she fainted. Thor's eyebrows knitted together in worry and he bent down to help her.
"Are you alright, Maiden?" Emily's father attempted to stop him from touching her, hitting him with his already injured hand and crying out again. Britney tried her hardest not to laugh, watching her friends father cry a little and then turning her attention to the other man that she hadn't really had time to fully notice. He was pinching the bridge of his nose in what appeared to her as shame and exasperation.
"I am surrounded by idiots." She curled her hair around her finger, admiring his own accent and his perfect shoulder-length black hair.
"I love The Lion King." Loki's hand fell from his face and he shot her an incredulous look.
"Excuse me? What in the seven hells is a Lion King?" Britney blushed and immediately looked at the floor.
"Um…I-I'm sorry, I thought you were making a reference to this movie…" Loki wasn't exactly sure how to react, normally a woman's blabbering would be annoying to him, but this one was different for some reason. She intrigued him.
"I'm not sure what a movie is, but this Lion King…he's the king of this realm, yes? Where can I find him?" She laughed gently and it sounded like bells to the God.
"You don't have movies where you're from? And what do you mean, realm? You speak like you're straight out of one of my mythology books." She then eyed his outfit and looked over at Thor, who was still staring intently and the unconscious Emily.
"Are you guys cosplaying?" It was Loki's turn to laugh, which gave Britney goose bumps.
"And you think I speak strangely, my fair one? I don't know what that is either, your realm of Midgard seems to differ greatly from Asgard, where I'm from." Emily's eyes fluttered open and she sat up, looking dead seriously at Britney.
"I was just telling my father that they were mad…they think they're Norse Gods." Instead of seeming worried, like Emily was sure her friend should be, Britney looked nothing short of excited.
"You mean like Odin and Thor?" Loki grinned wide like a Cheshire Cat.
"Who needs Odin and Thor when you can be the God of mischief? The names Loki." He purred, kissing the back of her hand. A blush crept up her face, but before she could respond Emily's father cleared his throat.
"Britney Alaine, your father would die if he knew you were fraternizing with such a man! Get away from him, I'm calling the police." Loki sighed.
"Don't believe I'm a God? Fine, allow me to demonstrate." Loki made his staff materialize into his hand and Thor stood up, pulling Emily up with him and growling.
"Loki don't!" Thor wrapped his arms around Emily in a protective stance as Loki shot a beam from his staff just above their heads. Loki let out another airy laugh.
"What? I wasn't going to harm her." Britney snickered too and Loki looked back her with a grin, pleased that he'd seemed to impress her.
"I like this one, she doesn't seem to have a stick up her arse." Emily's father took a shaky breath as if to calm himself.
"L-Look…if you leave now, I promise not to call the police. Please, leave my daughter alone and go." Loki shrugged and turned to Britney.
"You. Come, follow me." Britney didn't hesitate to follow the stranger, whispering that she was sorry to Emily and her father but she just had to go. Thor looked apologetically at Emily.
"I'm so sorry about this, I'll pay for the damages…it's just that…I have to stop Loki. I know he's got an awful plan for this realm, I only want to protect your people." He promised, beginning to win Emily over as she felt a twinge of giddiness in her heart.
"We have to get Britney away from him then." She said slowly, all of it still processing in her brain.
"I'm not so sure about that actually…I know that she's your friend, but maybe if she gets close to Loki he'll tell her his plan. And she'd tell you right?" Emily snorted.
"Of course, we're besties." Thor nodded and smiled.
"Good. And don't worry, I know my brother. I haven't seen that look in his eyes before, he'll treat her well enough." That made Emily a little uncomfortable but she went with it, Britney followed her heart over her head, but she was an overall smart girl.
Meanwhile Britney was a little uncomfortable walking aimlessly along with the so called god of mischief. He was gorgeous, lean but muscular, and that hair…oh that hair. She didn't really know how to interact with him, but she desperately wanted too. Loki was feeling the same way, unable to sort out exactly what this newfound attraction meant to him. He found her very attractive and amusing, but was he capable of love after everything that he'd done? He really didn't want to go through the whole flirting process if he'd never fall in love with her, but that was the problem. He had already begun flirting on instinct and the very fact that he considered her feelings was a miracle in itself.
What are you doing? He thought to himself, running his hand through his long raven mane. He sighed to himself and looked at her, admiring how cute and short she was.
Eh, what the hell. He thought, dismissing his worry. He was curious to see where this would lead him and…well, what was the harm in that?
"You…Britney, is it? Have you ever been to Asgard?"