Chapter One:
Loki was bored.
He leaned back in his chair, picking at his fingernails. He looked out of his window, staring at the statue he had had erected in place of the statue of liberty. It was an incredible likeness. A small grin crept on his face as he remembered the faces of the humans when he had taken away their precious statue. It had meant something to them. It had represented freedom, which is why he had to take it away.
He reflected on those first glorious weeks after his victory over the earth. At first, it had all been so much fun. The humans had been oh so terrified, and after seeing what he had done to their beloved heroes, they had submitted to him so easily.
That had been fun as well, defeating the 'Avengers.' It had taken a while, but once Loki had taken hold of a good number of nukes, they had surrendered. Loki had considered killing them, but that would be too kind, so instead he had frozen them. Of course, he was very careful, keeping them alive and allowing them to still see and think. He had then forced them to watch as he slowly took over their precious earth, enjoying the look of failure in their eyes. Especially in Thor's. Loki had finally bested his brother.
Of course, none of this was actually supposed to happen.
It had never been his plan to win. He was supposed to make it as hard for the Avengers as possible, and then lose. Thor would take him back to Asgard, and then Loki would find a way to steal the throne from his father.
But his desperate need to win had consumed him.
It had been the way Tony Stark had spoken to him. The billionaire had seemed so sure of victory, like Loki wasn't even that big of a threat at all.
After that, Loki had to win. So, he had gone along with the Avengers' plan for a while. He allowed them to defeat the Chitauri, and had used one of his illusions to make it look like the Hulk had beaten him up, while the real Loki was busy finding any nuke he could get his hands on.
When the world fell to him, all he had to do was make sure that Odin didn't try to knock him off his throne. Loki knew Odin didn't care much for Midgard, but to make sure nothing happened between the two realms, he threatened to kill Thor. After all, Odin would never put his favorite son at risk.
And now, he was here, with an entire planet to rule over.
But something was wrong.
He had no idea what it was, but he felt it deep in his gut. It was as if...something was missing. Whatever it was, he wanted it badly.
With a sigh, he stood up. Not wanting any of the humans who served him to see him, he changed himself into an overweight man with a large nose. He took the private elevator he had installed when he had made the building into his palace, and a few minutes later found him walking along the streets of New York.
He wasn't really sure why he did this so often. At first, he had done it to show the mortals that no secret was safe from him. Because of his shape-shifting abilities, he had squashed most of the rebellious groups.
But now he didn't really have a good reason. He just did it.
The form he was in had become his usual. He told anyone who happened to ask that his name was Robert.
As always, Loki stopped at his favorite hot dog stand. It was another strange habit he had developed. He wasn't a huge fan of hot dogs, but something about them was oddly addicting to him.
"The usual?" The hot dog vendor, George, asked him.
He nodded, and thanked George as he handed him his chili dog. George didn't try to make conversation, which was unusual, but Loki was glad. He wasn't in the mood to make meaningless small talk.
Looking around, Loki felt a deep satisfaction. Everyone he could see was walking quickly, with their heads down. It was a sign a fear. He smirked, shaking his head. Why was it that he had been so bored? Now that he was out here, it seemed so stupid. He had conquered Midgard! It was all his. What was there to be unsatisfied for? That missing feeling he had was probably just his imagination. Everything was as it should be.
Just as he thought this, everything came crashing down.
He saw her.
It was only a quick glimpse, but it was enough. He saw a girl with light honey brown hair, running through the crowd, heading towards the subway. She looked at him quickly, and Loki knew.
She was what he was missing.
He pushed people aside, hurrying to catch up to her. A man spilled his papers and bent down, getting in Loki's way. He growled, and shoved the man. The man yelled out something in anger, but Loki wasn't paying attention.
He rushed through the subway station, and was just on time to see the train's door close. His eyes met briefly with the girl's.
And then she was gone.
But he would do whatever it took to find her.
