A request for the lovely Goblin Girl's Cast Members.

Multiple parts, showing each day Loki and the OC see each other. Not real long, perhaps ten chapters at the most. I couldn't help myself.

Loki/OC obviously, hope it's good!

She has a soft spot for kids and she carries a gun.

He met her on New Years, in a bar he didn't want to be at in the middle of a bad neighborhood.

Sitting in a corner near the back, hidden by shadows, he thumped a shot glass on the top of the table, flipping it over gently under skilled fingers. His free arm was propped up on the cushion of the booth, his eyes watching the swaying light above the bar reflected in the glass he was toying with. Patience. He needed patience, but patience was never something Loki was very good with.

He lifted his eyes under his brow, watching that door creak open. It wasn't who he was expecting, but he was still curious. She was tall, slender, and had a head of fiery red hair. She smiled gently and waved at the bartender, who smiled and gave her a small nod. She clasped her hands in front of herself, the cuffs of her size-too-big jacket covering her knuckles. Her eyes fluttered around the room, looking for something and, after a few moments, she seemed disappointed. So she fluttered to the bar, ordered a glass of milk – odd – and began to nurse that while the bartender attempted small talk. She smiled, not truly listening, and Loki inched closer, intrigued by dialogue.

"Didn't show up again?"

"Nope," she ran her finger around the edge of her glass. "But, there's always tomorrow."

The bartender tsked. "Don' know why ya wanna give him another chance. Third time he's abandoned ya."

"Yeah, but he's the only guy interested in me."

"Aw, I like ya."

She laughed, and it turned a few heads in the bar, not like there were really many to turn, and Loki raised an eyebrow, sliding from his booth. His boots connected soundlessly against the concrete floor, his coat giving a soft shuffle to his presence and he perched on a barstool two down from her, not far but enough for space. She looked at him sideways and smiled, taking a sip from her drink while he placed the shot glass on the counter. The bartender slid over, raising his eyebrows worn with the tire of having to work a night shift.

"Bourdon," Loki muttered, still watching her.

She was watching him, though more discretely than him, but he could tell she was interested. Maybe even more so than he was. As he took his shot, he immediately went for another and the bartender's eyes flickered to the strange girl in baggy clothing. It didn't make her look malnourished, it just made her look sort of carefree. She didn't truly care what she looked like, but she put up enough effort to do her hair and makeup. She was pretty, but not painstakingly gorgeous. More than enough to catch his eye.

"Whatcha want, stranger," she looked to him fully, a smile on her lips.

It wasn't forced, it was genuinely kind.

Loki smiled gently, though it was one of his more permanent smirks. "Simply curious as to why a lovely young woman such as yourself is alone tonight."

"Kind of creepy," she muttered, her smile widening. "Can't say I don't like it."

"She's never been picked up at a bar before," the bartender chuckled. "Go easy on her."

Loki ignored the man, eyes lingering on her hands. They were long and spindly, calluses forming on the sides of her thumbs and middle finger. He wondered what had caused such distinct marks and she noticed, her fingers curling back into her sleeves. She reached for her glass, took a sip and they both looked to the television strung up behind the bar. The countdown, they were on eight. She looked over at him, smiled, and scooted towards him, easily gliding to the next booth.

"You alone on New Years?"

"New Years," he tasted the words on his tongue. He had no concept of it.

"Yeah, never heard of New Years?"

"Where I come from," he took a shot, the countdown was on three. "We do not celebrate a years ending."

"But it's a new beginning," she looked to the television, her eyes reflecting the sparks of fireworks and streamers from the television. "On New Years, everyone gets a second chance."

He pondered that for a moment, something hitting home in his chest and then he was brought back down by a pressure on his cheeks. He blinked, eyes wide through a haze of a bourbon buzz, and he watched her settled back into her stool, milk staining his right cheek. She took a sip of her drink, cheeks slightly pink and she smiled at him sheepishly.

"New Years kiss," she cleared her throat a little. "Its good luck for the new year."

"A kiss is supposed to bring good luck?"

He couldn't admit he didn't like it.

She nodded once. "Yeah, seems you don't know anything about this country at all."

She laughed again, and Loki just stared at her. She threw her head back slightly, lips gliding over her strangely milky teeth and her eyes crinkled in the corner. She was boisterous. Loud. Some might say obnoxious, if Loki hadn't been buzzed at the moment, he would claim her just as annoying as Thor. But, instead of that, he leaned forward, kissed her own cheek and drew a thick silence from her as her cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson. He smirked slightly, leaning back onto his stool and he ordered another shot of bourbon.