A commission from The Frozen Unknown on GaiaOnline between Loki and her OC, Amara. This takes place before she was sent to Germany. I hope you enjoy! 3
It had been a pretty normal day. She had woken up, had her coffee, felt sad, watched T.V., felt sad, showered...yep, pretty damn normal. Well, until some flying bozo came crashing through her window.
Of course, she had freaked out. Screamed a little. Yelled some curses. That was normal. What wasn't normal was when this weird intruder started laughing. He practically giggled at her. Amara found that offensive, and decided to act accordingly.
"Yeah, buddy, it's not that funny. Do us both a favor and fly back out of that window, before I take this personally." she snarled. The weird, well, thing, slowly stopped his laughing. He sighed, looking to the side. What had his panties in a knot? And what was the freak wearing anyway? A lot of green and gold, that's what. Well, it was obvious he wasn't here to discuss the latest trends.
"I only come to traverse a message," he spoke. Looking back at Amara, his voice remained soft, almost chilled. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips pulled into a frown. This was a mood swing.
"Y-Yeah, okay. Say what you need to and get out." she replied bitterly. Why wasn't she kicking this guy's ass over the empire state building already? She wasn't sorry for him. Who cares if his expression seemed sad, pained, and eerily similar to her own? That didn't make him some demigod. Sheesh.
The man shifting his arm, bringing it from his side to neck. One of the human's subconcious signs of defence. Was he intimidated by her?
"Tell Fury I'll be there this december. In Stuttgard, Germany," he looked away from her, turning to walk back toward the (now smashed) window. "that is all."
"W-Wait!" Running forward, Amara grabbed hold of his arm, her inhuman strength holding him back. Why was she doing this?
The man looked back at her, his eyes wide with shock. His lips were slightly parted.
"Why...why are you telling me? Why not Stark, why not Coulson, why not Fury himself?" Amara demanded. Sighing deeply, she stared right back at him, determined not to let him go without an answer.
For a moment, the "messenger" remained silent, his expression unchanging. Then, he surprised her. He smiled. Not a bitter, hateful one. A genuine one. It was soft, but still there. It took Amara's breath away.
"Because," the man breathed, jerking his arm out of her grasp and turning to face her. He leaning in, and despite Amara stepping back, he managed to catch a quick peck on her cheek. Her hand immediatly went to it, the spot where his lips had touched flushed and throbbing. "you're different." With that the man turned and headed to the window, jumping out of it, causing Amara to cry out. This guy was crazy! Hey, at least he'd be dead. But did she really want that?
She stood like that for a minute. Hand on her cheek, mouth slightly agap, heart pounding...okay, maybe it was more like a couple minutes. Maybe.
Once she had processed what had just happened, she shook her head and made her way to her bed. Maybe, if she went to sleep, she'd wake up and it would all be a dream. In a way, it already was.
