This is a challenge by Darkorclegirl about Loki coming to care for a damaged mortal. This is my first Avengers fic, hope you like it.
Sometimes Katie Stone hated people. They were self-absorbed in their own problems and blind to anyone below their eye-level—as Katie knew first hand.
Being confined to a wheelchair kept one below most peoples' line of sight so they ignored said person—especially when the wheelchair is manual. When first Katie had been confined to a wheelchair—being shot in the spine hurts like hell by the way—her first wheelchair had been manual.
It was hard to get through the crowded streets of New York and Katie couldn't count the number of times she had almost been run over by some road-raged idiot or mad taxi driver, who always slammed on their horns to show how pissed off they were that some wheelchair bound woman wanted to cross the road. Bastards.
Like they owned the fuckin' street, there were crossings for a reason.
She had been stubborn and prideful at first—she had been a soldier after all. She kept her manual wheelchair longer than perhaps she should have—her electric wheelchair actually made people move now because she could and would run over their feet, which could and would break their toes—as it caused her such hassle getting around with people blocking her way.
Still, Katie was human and thus she felt lonely sometimes. Especially when all her friends were either overseas on another tour or rotting in the ground, her family dead and her neighbours were bastards. That didn't mean she wanted some stranger—with even stranger clothing—appearing in her apartment when she was watching one of her Hawaii Five-0 DVDs on one of her lazy days when she didn't even want to go outside the door to get any mail.
The gun that she kept strapped to her—she may not be able to walk, but she wasn't going to be completely defenceless, especially with her living in New York—was in her hand and pointed at the man as he turned to face her.
Green eyes followed the gun held in a steady hand up the toned bare arm to the heart-shaped face with fierce and focused blue eyes framed by pale-gold blonde strands.
"You know it's rude to enter someone's apartment without knocking first."
The line was stupid, she knew that. But Katie liked talking to fill any awkwardness, and was there anything more awkward than a man appearing out of nowhere in the middle of her apartment when she was still dressed in her sleeping shorts and tank-top? Because she didn't think so.
"My apologies." The stranger replied drily.
She eyed him; green eyes, slicked back longish black hair, pale skin and weird clothes that looked like what those weirdo aliens wore when they broke that little town in New Mexico. When she saw the news of that little event, she had been annoyed. Because really, did aliens really have nothing better to do than break towns? The world had enough problems with experiments going to hell, terrorists still being assholes and rich playboys making a metal suit to take out some of those terrorist assholes—they didn't need aliens wrecking the world as well.
"Alien?" She questioned.
"Asgardian."
"Any relation to the blonde muscle bound idiot that broke that town last year?"
He grimaced.
"Adopted brother, unfortunately."
"Sucks to be you."
"Very much."
There was a beat when they stared at each other silently.
"Are you here to kill me?" She asked, her head titled to one side. "Because I doubt you want a woman who can't walk under your crazy alien control."
His lips twitched.
"I'm not going to kill you." He reassured her.
Katie gave him a slight nod before tucking her gun away and waving a hand to the only armchair that she kept in her apartment in case someone actually visited her.
"Take a seat."
He did and she turned back to her TV—annoyed that she missed some of her show talking to an alien.
"You're remarkably calm." He commented, again interrupting her show.
"And I'm also trying to watch my show—we'll talk when it's finished."
Thankfully he remained quiet until the episode ended, briefly she considered watching the DVD till the end but decided to stop the DVD—she didn't want to be rude—and placed her Xbox controller on the table beside her before she twisted to face him.
"What's your name?" She asked, pursing her lips slightly before giving; "I'm Katie."
"Loki."
"God of Mischief and all that?"
"Yes."
"Any reason why you're in my apartment?"
"Not that I know of."
"You want to stay?"
Green eyes blinked in shock as he stared at her speechless.
Hah! She made a God speechless! How many people could say that?
"Excuse me?"
"Look, you appear in my apartment," she started as Loki watched her in bemusement, "not knowing why you are here, probably don't know anyone on this world, in weird ass clothes" she ignored his offended splutter "and it's not like I have a lot of people jumping to visit me, and I may like your alien company."
"I see." Loki blinked for a moment at the strange mortal in front of him. "If you insist."
Katie smirked at him before she turned her wheelchair to the kitchen area, throwing 'do you want a drink?' over her shoulder and deciding to get him one anyway as she rolled away from him.
Loki had never really spent time with any mortal, he still thought they were below him, but. But perhaps he would stay with this one, and see what made Thor so fond of them. He was curious, it's not like he was going to become fond of this damaged mortal. He wasn't Thor after all.