Meeting in the wrong order

Every day is special when you travel with the Doctor and every day has something new and exciting in it. No matter how many times they visited new planets, it never grew boring. It was a magical thing, to follow the Doctor. Just being by his side made you feel special, and that's what he did to everyone he touched. And Rose was no exception.

The Doctor had saved her life that night when they met for the first time. When he grabbed her hand and shoved her to safety. But just as he had saved her life, she had saved his. Many times. They completed each other and always took care of one another. And she thought it would last forever. But things never do, do they?

Rose sat on the small couch inside of the TARDIS, watching the Doctor run around, stroking bits of the interior while pushing buttons and pulling levers. She couldn't help but giggle at his childish ways.
"What?" The Doctor stopped his movements and looked at her, which only made her laugh instead, "What?" She tried to contain her laughter by covering her mouth, and that gave her a weird look from the Doctor. "What? Stop it." Rose took a deep breath and shook her head.
"No, sorry. It's just me being silly, nothing to worry about." He raised an eyebrow and ran up to her,

"So, where do you want to go?" This time she smiled at him instead, "Cause I know this brilliant little place, just off the course of Celtic. There's this great little café around a corner, we could go there, if you'd like." He reached out for her hand and she took it, standing up beside him.

"I'd love to, Doctor." They smiled at each other for a moment before he released her hand and resumed his running. Rose leaned back into the rail and breathed out. She loved traveling with him, and she loved him.

There was a loud crash and the whole TARDIS shook. Rose suddenly found herself on the floor of the TARDIS, her head flung towards the Doctor.

"What the hell was that?" The Doctor stood up with a confused look, he face the screen and clicked one of the buttons.

"But that's impossible, we're in flight." He whispered to himself as his eyes fell on the TARDIS door. Rose slowly rose from the floor.

"What, Doctor? What's happened?" The Doctor ignored her and continued staring at the door. With determination Rose marched over to the doors, before opening them she turned back to look at the Doctor. They're eyes met and they nodded in union. Without a word she grabbed the handle and pulled them open.

Rose jumped back as a large man fell into the blue box and landed on the floor in front of her.

"Hurry up and pull him." The Doctor said by her side, she had no idea how he had gotten to her side so fast, but she only accepted the help she got. Together they pulled the large man inside and shut the doors after him. Rose let her hands fall to her sides as she inspected the man. He was large, extremely large, and dressed in armor. Broken and bruised. His eyes were tightly shut, as if he were afraid to open them, his black hair hung around his face tightly. She turned to the Doctor for answers, but all she saw was fear. He was as frightened as she was. The man moaned loudly and slowly turned his face towards them.

"Doctor, who is that?" Rose whispered, she felt anger flush in her when she noticed how weak her voice sounded. She met his eyes and all she found was despair. Her eyes turned back to the man on the floor again, in the time she had looked away he had gained enough strength to sit up. The man's eyes met hers and he grinned.

"You ask for my name when you've shared my bed?" Rose raised an eyebrow and looked at the Doctor.

"What is going on?" She took a step towards the Doctor, to stand in the way of the man on the floor. "You tell me now, Doctor. I can see that you know this man, it's written all over your face. Tell me who he is!" The Doctor finally looked at her, only he didn't actually look at her, but through her.

"Loki."

There was a pause as Rose thought it through, and she couldn't help the small panic laugh that escaped her lips as her brain finally connected it.

"Loki? As in the God of Mischief?" Her eyes went back to Loki's and the man's grin had turned even broader than before.

"Remember me yet, little wolf?"

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