Only once in an eternity would a great god fall in love with something less than he. A puny Earth girl, the god fell in love with. She was barely of age- and barely interesting. But what else would be expected from a fourteen-year-old?
Christine Svensson was her name. She was of Swedish descent, but lived with her father in the multi-cultured New York City. Yet, despite the perpetual commotion of the city around her that lead to exciting stereotypes of New Yorkers, Christine was not exciting. Quite the opposite, actually- she had taken her mother's duties after she passed away a few years earlier. Her life was inside, on her tip-toes cleaning the top of a shelf, or leaning over the stove, stirring a pot of pasta.
Christine's father was never around, either. He had always been working, no matter what the hour was. He had a job as a mechanic, which in New York City, was very busy work. While he was out, she'd spend the day cleaning or just relaxing.
It was excruciatingly boring.
Everything about her life was boring. Her boring school, her boring friends, her boring life. All the same. Another man, however, thought of her as the complete opposite.
Loki Laufeyson was his name. He had fallen hopelessly in love with this Midgardian girl, and he simply despised it. He hated her. And he loved her, too. He wanted to forget about her. And she ran through his mind constantly. He wanted her to shrivel up and die. And he wanted her to fall into his arms. Love was complicated.
Into the Midgard-Asgard portal he stared, longing to stroke those shiny brown locks and touch that perfectly porcelain skin.
Heavy footsteps could be heard- Loki turned his head, and met the fierce eyes of his brother's.
"You've been looking down at her for quite a while now, Brother."
Loki realized this. "I despise her," he replied.
Thor, though not surprised, raised his brows. "You've been staring at this girl… to remind you of your hatred for her?"
"Yes," Loki spat. "The same reason why I dare to look at Odin."
"What is her name?"
"Christine Svensson."
Thor looked puzzled. "Son of Sven? Is she not a daughter?"
"Of course she is."
Loki felt no need to continue this conversation. He simply wanted to stare and admire her beauty, no interruptions from Thor, or Odin, or Frigga, or anyone. He wanted quality time with the naïve girl.
Sooner or later, he'd get her. He made sure he would. Watching Christine stretch out across her bed made Loki simply lust for her more.
The sooner he could get to her, the better.