Hello, my darlings! I am revising and rewriting this story before continuing to work on new chapters. This story is now being edited by Kittenshift17. When she replied back to my Beta request I nearly freaked out and did a giddy little happy dance. I am a huge fan of her work (you all should go over at look at her page, her stories are marvelous). So, a huge thank you to Kittenshift17! If the chapters have been edited and revised the well be a E&RV in parentheses at the beginning of the chapter. On with the story, please review!

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(E&RV)

At this point I think I'm in love with Loki. My friends sat on either side of me in the theatre. To my annoyance they'd brought their significant others and weren't paying attention to the movie. If Loki didn't have my complete attention I would have slapped them both.

"...Not many people can sneak up on me."...

"Why don't you have a boyfriend, Katie?" my best friend, Sherrie, asked. Well, I can't exactly call her my best friend. She felt more like my charge. I had to keep an eye on her or she continued to do stupid and/or wild things.

Loki leaned against the glass where he had just pounded on it... I shivered, gooseflesh rising on my arms... "That's my bargain you mewling quim!"

I shuddered as cool air brushed my neck. "Katie? Katrina!"

"Hmmm?"

"Why aren't you with anyone? What happened between you and Kyle?"

"I broke it off and haven't found anyone else that's interesting." I told her noncommittally.

Had Kyle been interesting? Yes, in a sense. Being with the sturdy, dark-haired boy had been a rather fun relationship, at least until he started playing around on me again. The relationship almost seemed like a joke to me now.

It had started out as more of an experiment than anything else really. I had been talking to a freshman girl and we were both curious to see what it would be like to date someone from the 'in' crowd. We were still friends and had been in chemistry and biology together last year, sophomore year. I chuckled thinking of the short spiky-haired girl. I had ended up being the one to land a date with one of the 'in' crowd jocks. Mariah had been a go-to person during the relationship as she was the other one examining the experiment. Of course, I hadn't thought of it as an experiment too much after I had been with Kyle for more than four months.

My other partner in crime, Jiselle gasped, although I'm not really sure if it's from the shock of my statement or simply a result of finally coming up for air from the little make out session she just shared with her boyfriend.

"Why'd you dump him? What did he ever do to you?" Jiselle asked, clearly baffled as to why in the world I would willingly break-up with the handsome, popular specimen Kyle had been.

"He cheated on me. Again." I replied, glancing sideways and wondering how it could possibly be that I continued to call her 'friend' when she seemed to know so little about me. Was it normal to have friends that you spent most of every day with at school and still have them so completely unaware of something that had been rather monumental in my otherwise unremarkable life?

"So? That doesn't mean you had to dump him. Think of how hot he is! You just gave that up." Jiselle has always been kind of shallow. Maybe I need to look into starting to be around other people. Mariah was a good start. My lips twitched, thinking of the energetic but rather shy girl.

"Catching him cheating on me the fourth time kind of gave me reason. I mean, there are only so many times you can believe a guy when he swears he'll 'never do it again, babe'. And this time I caught him out with Mindy Franswell, I wasn't really interested in keeping him around after that. And correction, I didn't 'give it up', I booted him out of my life with the intention of finding someone who actually gives a hoot about… oh I don't know, my feelings; my sense of self-worth; the fact that some girls in the world aren't just cheap tarts." I turned my cold grey eyes on her, making sure to stare pointedly at her boyfriend – who she happened to have cheated on several times at this point and had mentioned at lunch today that she was interested in cheating on again really soon with Bobby frickin' Fennewick of all people.

"So. Banner? That's your plan?"

"What?"

"Loki plans to unleash the Hulk... Thank you for your cooperation."

We made it to Stark Tower before they spoke up again. "Why don't we get you a new boyfriend? Would you like Matt? He's cute and funny..."

"And he has the IQ of a gnat."

"But he'd be good for you! He'd help you loosen up a lot. Then there's also Shaun, we hear he's a god in bed."

Oh sure she 'heard it'. More like she'd crawled into the sack with him last week while her naïve boyfriend, Chris, had been out of town for an away Lacrosse tournament…. I really do need better friends.

"I don't need a bed partner."

In all honesty I've never had actually one, not that Jiselle knew that... I just haven't found a guy I'm that attracted to or liked that much yet. I was one of those girls that wanted to keep their virginity through high school thank you very much. Kyle had wanted to go all the way multiple times. Even though he was a hunk I still stuck with my original resolution. Which made him mad more than once. I believe that's why he went and cheated on me. He was feeding his cravings. Because some of us have a high enough IQ to know that 'blue-balls' isn't actually a thing.

They huffed at me, thinking, before their boyfriends joined in. I frowned, taking special care to try not to hurt their feelings or ego.

"We know a couple of guys that might fit you. They're smart too." My attention shifted slightly to them. Seems they actually pay attention even if they are dating shallow people. I wonder what they see in my 'friends'. I raised an eyebrow at them but quickly got distracted as Loki was tossed through the windows of Stark Tower by the Hulk.

I covered my mouth as the Hulk picked him up. Oh poor Loki, I laughed into my hands at the sight of him being thrown around like a rag doll. Poor, poor Loki. Hahahahahahaha, that's what you get for trying to take over Earth. I giggled as he lay there on the floor with a dumbstruck expressions on his face.

"Katie!" I turned back to the others, agitation written all over my face. I raised my eyebrows again. "How would you like Mark? You know, the guy that was in chemistry class, plays football, amazing artist?" He actually sounded decent. Now, who was he?...

Ah! Dirty blonde hair, broad frame, nice eyes I think. His ears were a bit big if I remember correctly. I snickered thinking of the children's movie Dumbo. What would Mark look like if he were turned into an elephant? I wonder... Oh, right, wandering off again.

"I guess he sounds like a decent guy. I've really never talked to him that much outside of class."

"Great! Honey-boo you're the best! Why don't we all have a triple date sometime? There's a nice café not far from Katie's apartment. We could all go for coffee and sweets there and get her and Mark together." Jiselle said cheerfully.

Honey-boo?

I almost gagged. I never really liked the ridiculous pet names my friends gave their boyfriends and from the looks of it, the guys don't much like the names either. Great way to break down their ego, Jiselle. Real clever tactic. As if cheating on him every other weekend isn't having enough of an effect on the poor guy's manhood. Instead of responding unfavourably and risking Jiselle's shallow, bithcy wrath, Brody quickly took to kissing her again just to make her shut up. Smart guy, but not smart enough to leave her. I guess I have to respect his patience and self-control for her. Although I bet he's getting a little something out on the side, after all, isn't every these days?

"My friends, thank you all for helping me finding my brother. I will never forget you and I hope we will meet again someday. But for now I shall return back to Asgard. Midgard will always be under my protection, so do not fear if there is another threat, for I will always be there to help."

I stared, flabbergasted at the big screen. They just made me miss the last parts of the battle! NO! Argh! I'll just come again tomorrow and watch it. By myself. So I won't get distracted. Again.

I really need better friends. Mariah would know better than to talk through the end of the Avenger's about ridiculous things like dating, and she would never utter the words 'honey-boo' to anyone unless she was talking about that woman on that reality show everyone was watching a while back.

We split up after the move with my friends literally hanging on their boyfriend's arms. I pity them. They promised that they would hook me up with Mark as quickly as possible. Fun fun. I might have to figure out how to politely turn the guy down. Though I think I could possibly become friends with the guys: Jace and Brody. I actually kind of liked them. In a friendship way of course.

I stared out the window moodily. The rain had been relentless for the past two days. Luckily, I had been able to watch bits and pieces of the Avengers the days after summer started. It had started raining that night. I had really wanted to go watch the rest of the Avengers yesterday but no such luck. When I had first walked outside the wind nearly knocked me over and I just managed to shut the apartment door against it when I retreated.

Making up my mind I decided I would fight my way back to the theatre tomorrow whether it was raining or not. I sighed and decided to start cleaning, seeing as there wasn't much else to do. Meh, I could always look up scenes from the attack on New York from the end of the movie. Yea, then I would start cleaning. I nodded, pulling my hair up into a bun and rolling into a burrito in the blankets, settling in on my laptop.

"Damn it, you can't tell me the movie isn't here! I just tried to watch it three days ago and it was here!" I snarled at the desk clerk in frustration.

Well this is just great! The best way to head the good weather off is to stand arguing with the ticket salesman for almost ten minutes. My brow furrowed, I couldn't believe this. I had just seen the movie three bloody days ago in this same theatre.

"Yes, I can! It isn't here, ma'am. Now I'm going to ask you to leave nicely before I call security."

I growled at him. Literally, which is weird, because normal teenage girls don't growl. I was tempted to flip him off, but it wasn't really going to help me today and it would be my luck that he'd remember me next time I come down here. Don't want anyone spitting in my soda… Resisting the urge, I spun around and stormed away.

Eh, how bad could theatre security be? I've never seen any before. I most definitely have never seen somebody get hauled out of the theatre before but they probably do have security, just like everywhere else. I snapped my phone open, calling Sherrie.

"Well hello friend! What can I do for you this lovely wet day, Missy?"

"Sherrie! I think I'm losing my mind. We just went to watch The Avengers at the theatre three days ago, right?"

"The Avengers? Is that a new movie somebody is planning on making?"

"What? No! They've already made it, we just went to watch it three days ago."

Giggles burst through the phone, "Sweet-Cheeks, we never went to see the Avengers! We went to the park, uh, my head hurts. I'm going to be sick."

Raucous laughter filtered through the phone. My lip curled in irritation.

"Sherrie, are you drunk?"

"Hmmmm, maybe, I'm at a party with Jace."

"You're at a party!? It's only morning! Give the phone to Jace."

"But he's no fun, you don't wanna talk to himmmm." The 's' was drawn out as she slurred. Lord this girl was a mess. I shook my head, she needed help before she really got messed up.

"Phone. Jace. Now." I felt like I was talking to a child.

"Fine." She whined.

"Hello?"

"Well you sound sober."

"Indeed." Jace's husky voice slipped across the phone.

"Why did you take Sher to a party in the morning?"

"Ah, see, it's the other way around. She said it was just a get together, when we got here she immediately vanished and downed two drinks before I tracked her down again."

"And how many has she had by now?"

"Um..."

"Jace."

"I'm not really sure, enough to be not completely coherent but enough that it's going to kill her head after a nap."

I sighed with frustration, "Get her out of there, and don't let her bite you again, you still have scars on your arm." I snapped the phone shut and stormed around the corner. I was going to get to her place. If she wasn't there, I knew his address would be somewhere in her room. Then I'd track them down to his place and make sure she went to bed. She was not going to do something stupid while intoxicated. I shook my head. She has already done too many stupid things. I pinched the bridge of my nose. She was going to get laid into when she woke up. I didn't care whether she had an earth-shattering hangover or not.

I was so busy fuming that I didn't notice there was somebody in front of me. Until I ran into him. And fell on my butt. He just kept walking, he didn't even ask if I was okay.

Oh, I really needed to let loose some stress right now! I hoped this stranger handled being confronted well because I couldn't stop myself from whipping around in a complete rage, feeling everything build up. The weirdness about the movie, Sherrie being such a drunken little idiot all the damn time as though it was fun and cool when really it was just a huge pain in my ass; my own stupidity for not just ditching her and Jiselle for better friends who would actually be my friends rather than just drains on my time and energy; and now this goddamned asshole!

"Hey! You aren't even going to say you're sorry? What kind of rude jerk are you? Who do you think you are?" I picked myself up and stormed after him. Man, I was already regretting this but my feet wouldn't stop and I'd already committed to cussing the bastard out now.

Wait... Is that Tom Hiddleston?

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

I really hope it isn't. If it is, I'll be on my knees in mere seconds saying sorry and asking for forgiveness. No one should address Tom this way and if it was me, well, I wouldn't feel too proud of myself. The man looked at me coldly. I wasn't sure if I was glad I was taller than others. It meant I didn't have to look up so much but it also meant I was closer to his cold glare. I supressed a shiver.

"A-are you Tom Hiddleston?" I'm surprised my voice didn't come out as a squeak. My tone was already soaked in remorse at the mere thought of it actually being him.

"Who?" Wow, he looked awful. And angry that I was taking his time away.

"Tom Hiddleston. You know, the guy that plays Loki in the Avengers?" I waved my hand like it was obvious.

He looked me up and down, his eyes narrowing, "Loki?" Oh gee, was he going to try to play this off?

"You know, God of Mischief from norse mythology, younger brother of Thor, and Prince of Asgard?"

He stiffened, "How do you know who I am?" His eyes were snapping and I saw him trying to draw connections.

"So you are Tom?" I felt giddy with fangirl happiness but that's quickly erased when I notice how he looks kind of like he wants to hurt me.

"I am Loki, you mere mortal, how do you know who I am?" He pulled something out of his cloak... his cloak. I shivered and looked at the sceptre in his hands. Could this possibly actually be Loki? The real Loki? But that was absurd. I thought of taking a step back but held still.

"I watched the movie?" The answer didn't satisfy him.

His mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Being a mortal I shall not need to use much magic on you."

Er, what? I stepped back as his hand reached out for me. Everything went black.

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