A/N: I thought this was a funny idea, so don't kill me Loki fans.
Franchescarinamadeline stared out the window of her boring and plain apartment, reflecting on her boring and plain life, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Whoever could it be?" said Franchescarinamadeline. She cast a glance toward the door, where the person was waiting and swished to it. "Yes?" she murmured, opening the door.
Standing at it was a tall, dark haired beautiful man. He was carrying a large and lethal looking scepter. "Hey," he said oddly, "can I stay here for a while?"
Franchescarinamadeline knew immediately that she loved him and let him in. "What is your name, kind and gentle sir?" she said.
"Umm…Loki,' he said awkwardly. "It's Italian."
"What a beautiful name," she said dreamily, and kissed him where he stood.
When Loki woke in the morning, he snorted at the puny mortal sleeping beside him, grabbed his scepter, and stabbed her through the heart.
"On to the next one," he said, swaggering out like a boss.