Chapter 1

Takes place before the Avengers; Loki; kidnap

Ugh. Finals week. It had always stressed Katrina out, but never to this point. She'd been spending almost every waking hour in the library, furiously cramming information for her next test into her exhausted brain. The only thing that was allowed to disturb her studying were basic bodily functions, and sometimes even those were neglected. Doing well on these upcoming tests meant the difference between getting into the program of her choice so that she could finally achieve her lifelong dream of being a doctor. She were so preoccupied with studying that she never noticed the tall, dark stranger that had been following and watching she quietly from a distance.

She walked out of her last test, relieved. Convinced she hadn't done too poorly, she decided to go get herself a treat. She smiled to herself and started to walk towards her favorite coffee shop on campus. Katrina slipped her phone from her pocket and texted a few friends, asking if they wanted to meet with her and celebrate the end of finals.

She sat in the coffee shop, a frown playing on her lips while she stared at her phone sitting on the table. Not even her favorite caffeinated drink made her feel better. She'd been sitting there for almost an hour, and none of her friends had replied. She hadn't been able to make contact with any of them for a few weeks now. The only time she ever had a chance to talk to them was when she'd run into them in person, but they never replied to her calls, texts or emails. Were they ignoring her? Had she done something wrong?

Just as she was about to give up and go home, the same stranger who had been watching her for the past few weeks sat down at her table. He smiled and she looked at him, confused. "Do I know you?" she asked, not even trying to hide the surprise in her voice. The man smiled and played with the cup in his hands before replying.

"I don't think you do my dear, but I know you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean you creep?"

"I've noticed you, but I've taken certain… precautions… so that I wouldn't be noticed."

She looked at him suspiciously, but there was something in that beautiful British voice that made her drop her guard a little. She sized him up. With how they were sitting, he could easily stop her from getting to the door without causing a racket. If only she didn't love this quiet little corner of the shop…

"What do you want from me?"

"Just to talk. You don't need to be so suspicious; I only wish to get to know you better."

Normally, she'd get out of there. ASAP. But her semi-isolation over the last month made her crave normal conversation with another person, so she sat back in her chair, still suspicious, but no longer about to bolt. "Okay… Why?" He sighs, clearly frustrated with her suspicion. "Can't we just talk for a bit? I was under the impression that that's socially acceptable." He raised his eyebrows and smirks. "My name is Loki, by the way." Finally charmed to submission, she dropped her guard. Making references to any kind of mythology, books, movies or TV shows usually had that effect on her. The two of you sit there for nearly 4 hours, talking about anything and everything, until she noticed the time. Katrina jumped a bit when she saw the time. "Oh shit! I didn't realize it was so late!" She stood up hastily, stuffing her things into her bag. "Listen, it's been lovely taking to you, but I've got to go. Maybe we could meet up again some other time though? Here, have my number." She smiled at him as she handed him a small slip of paper that she had hastily scribbled her name and number on "Call me?" He smiles and takes the slip from her hands. "Of course my dear. I'd like nothing better," He purrs "Perhaps I'll even do so tomorrow." Katrina blushed. She couldn't wait to meet up with him again. She walked home with him on her mind, in an unbelieving daze.

It's had only been a day since she'd had the encounter with the man who called himself Loki. She continued to check her phone, hoping for him to call or text her, but the day only provided disappointment in that aspect.

The next day though, he called her. Early in the morning, just as she had gotten out of the shower, she heard her phone ringing in her bedroom. Excited and hopeful, she ran into her room, almost slipping and losing her towel on the wet bathroom tiles. It's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello dear. My apologies for not calling yesterday, I had some unexpected…. issues… I had to deal with."

"Oh… Um, that's okay. I'm… I'm glad you called."

She cringed when she heard the words come out of her mouth. "Did I just say that out loud?" She thought to herself "He must think I'm a pathetic love struck moron now…" His beautifully silky voice cuts of her self-degrading thoughts. "Are you busy today? I was entertaining the idea of taking you out for the day." Her jaw almost hit the floor. He's actually interested? She couldn't believe it. She had started to think it had been a one-and-done kind of encounter. She managed to stutter out a response, hoping he doesn't find her pathetic yet.

"Y-Yeah, I'd… I'd love to! I mean… Sure… Don't have anything else going on today…"

"Fantastic! Be ready in ten minutes. I'll wait for you outside."

She got dressed as quickly as she could, hoping she looked half decent and rushed out, at least 3 minutes early. To her surprise, he was already outside. He smirked when he saw how rushed she looked, so she tried to compose herself a little.

This continued for a couple weeks. He'd call, unexpectedly and take her out someplace. She always had a wonderful time and was stunned at how perfect he was every time. That flowing mane of hair, those cheekbones, and god, was he tall! She never wanted it to end, but it inevitably always had to. When she'd get home she'd wonder if it was all a dream, but then she find his name in the contacts on her phone and know it couldn't possibly be.