*Trigger warning*

Bullying and violence.

strong language.

I'm reaching here but I guess if you have an issue with the mention of atheism there's that too.

This is the first thing that I've published to let the world read so please review, I will need tips

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"Get out of here!""No one wants you here!"

"Freak!""Loser!"

This is all I hear. I'm a little thick, I usually wear all black, and I listen to metal instead of the popular music that my classmates expect me to. I'm in my senior year of high school and I have no friends, no social life, and no love for those who surround me. When people are nice, it's usually either out of pity or they want an answer for class.

"Move fat ass!" I heard a voice behind me say. I whirled around to see Jacob Mathews, one of the most popular and repulsive people at school.

"Shut the hell up you STD riddled garbage." I turned away from him and kept walking, making an effort to ignore the insults being hurled at me. I finally got to my English class and got out my notebook. I opened it to about halfway and started a new story.

As my classmates streamed in and got steadily louder, I pulled out my phone and ear buds and put on Give Me Novacaine by Green Day. I wrote for the rest of class ignoring whatever the teacher was having us take notes on. That's how most of my days go. I write, read and listen to music, all in the useless attempt to block out the white noise that is humanity.

On my walk home I saw the same thing I had been seeing for a few weeks.

It was a tall man with shoulder length spiky raven black hair wearing a black suit and a deep green scarf, sitting on a bench, just watching the students that were walking home. I noticed him, even saw a few of his mannerisms. But not once did he look at me. Until today, that is. Today, he was staring directly at me.

So I walked up to him to ask him what was up.

"Okay, what the hell is your deal? You just sit out here and creep on high schoolers."

"Why do you let them treat you like that? What have you done to warrant their behavior towards you?" I was a little annoyed at the fact that he didn't answer my question, but I was doubly intrigued. How could he know? I hesitated a little before answering.

"I didn't do anything. I just don't want to be like them. Don't want to hurt people for fun. Now you. What are you doing watching the students here?" He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Mortals. Well, follow me." I was more than a little hesitant to follow, but for some reason, it felt like I was safe with him. So I followed him down a familiar road.

"If you're not going to tell me why you wait outside the school, will you at least tell me your name?"

"I am Loki, of Asgard. And the reason I watch is because I was curious about whether or not your kind had evolved past your barbarism that I observed last time I spent time here. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have happened. Now stop with your incessant prattling, or I shan't help you." I was too shocked to speak. as much as I wanted to laugh in his face, I couldn't help but believe him. I was meeting a god.

Well there goes the whole atheism thing, I thought.

"One more thing, help me how?" Loki let out a deep sigh.

"Nevermind then. I warned you to stop speaking. Goodbye." He shimmered slightly and disappeared. As much as I wanted to be shocked, I couldn't. From what little I knew about Norse mythology, he harnessed magic.

"Damn you," I whispered under my breath.

"Talking to yourself? That is such a cliché loser move! Though, I guess it makes sense, since no one else wants to talk to you." I looked back to see Brandi McCowell; head cheerleader and incidentally Jacob's girlfriend. She made it her personal mission when she moved here in 6th grade to be the most popular girl here. The first step of course was to be the biggest bitch. Usually, I would just take her shit and walk away, but today I was feeling empowered by Loki's question.

Why do I let them treat me like this?

"Hey dumbass, you too stupid to answer? Or did your shit music blow out your eardrums? I'm fucking talking to you!" I started walking toward her.

"I know," I said before punching her in her perfect nose. I smiled internally at the crunch it made under my fist. Then grimaced at the pain it caused me. Brandi fell to the ground holding her nose that you could see through her hands was bleeding profusely. I just kept walking so I could go home.

After about 10 minutes of walking I felt a shimmer in the air and Loki walked out from the hedges beside me.

"A bit more crude than I prefer, but I liked the fact that you didn't just stay silent." There was a smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Why bother coming back? I thought you gave up because I asked to many questions."

"No. I wanted you to think that. I was curious to see how you would react if the girl started antagonizing you. Now are you ready to go? I would rather not stay in Midgard any longer."

"Where would we be going?"

"Asgard. I would train you to defend yourself in a more delicate fashion."

"And you would get what exactly?" Loki didn't seem like the type to do things for others out of the goodness of his heart.

"A pet. Now, we should be leaving."

"But my parents-"

"Are too drunk to notice your absence." He held out a hand. To take it would be to leave my life behind. I couldn't grab his hand fast enough. He looked at the sky and yelled something I didn't understand. A beam of light and color enveloped us and a moment later, we were spat out onto a golden floor. I would have fallen, but Loki held me up.

"Loki. I trust you'll be reporting to the Alfather. You will need to discuss the Lady Isabelle's arrival." I froze in shock. I didn't know how this man knew my name. I saw him smile at me and I caught a glimpse of his eyes and my question died on my lips. I wasn't sure how, but I knew his eyes allowed him to know more that I ever could.

Loki began walking away and beckoned me with him. I followed without a thought.