Hey guys! "Everything Changes" by Party In Paris.
I finally got round to re-uploading this! Woo!
I had to edit out the lyrics used originally, as they are not copyrighted by the band, yet.
This fanfiction is still based on the same song, though.
You can listen to it on their myspace and facebook page. :)
~Sky
Laughing as he tried several times to get the key in to the keyhole of his apartment door, he kissed his partner on the lips, smiling and taking in the smell of alcohol on both of their breathes. They both laughed as the door swung open, both of them stumbling and holding each other to stay standing up.
Kicking the door shut, he fumbled to lock the door before throwing his keys on to the couch, continuing to kiss his partner. She giggled and kissed back, the alcohol running through both of their veins intoxicating them both.
Heading toward his bedroom, discarding their clothing on the way there, they didn't have a care in the world. They were intoxicated by alcohol, making them feel happy, carefree and on top of the world.
Needless to say, they didn't expect what was on the way for them both in the future, let alone how to deal with that situation.
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Looking at his phone, he saw he had over ten missed calls that he couldn't answer at the moment. Using a towel to wipe the sweat on his forhead and the back of his neck, he took a few deep breathes and had a drink of water to hydrate himself.
He threw his towel to the side and shoved his phone back into the pocket of his black skinny jeans and went out of the changing rooms to join the rest of his band-mates. It was time for the encore.
"Ready, guys?" Tony Stark, the bassist asked them all. They could hear the crowd from backstage, screaming and cheering for them to come back on and play one last song for them.
"Yeah, lets do this!" Thor Odinson, the drummer roared. Tony and Thor went toward the door that led toward the corridor leading to the stage.
"Are you okay, Loki?" Steve Rogers, the guitarist asked, looking concerned.
"Fine," Loki Laufeyson, the lead singer and lead guitarist replied, lying. He was far from 'fine', in fact, he was worried by the amount of missed calls he had from his girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. "Let's go." He stated, following Tony and Thor, Steve right behind him.
Grabbing his green electric guitar, he ran onto the stage, his band-mates running on after him. The crowd of nearly a million burst out screaming, shouting and cheering; those near the front reaching out toward the stage in front of them to try and feel closer to the band.
A spotlight shined down on Thor as he grabbed his drumsticks, sitting on the drum seat. He hit his drumsticks together at the same time he hit the bass-pedal; getting a continuous beat going, the crowd clapping along.
Another spotlight shined down on Tony as he stood in his spot to the right of the stage, setting up his bass guitar so it was plugged in to the amp. He raised his hand up to the crowd and yelled something. Despite the crowd not being able to hear, they all shouted back, various "I love you Tony!"'s were heard, as well as "Thor!", "Steve!" and "Loki's!". Tony grinned at the crowd, enjoying the attention.
The next spotlight shone down on Steve as he put the strap to his electric guitar over his shoulders, adjusting it. The crowd roared again and Steve smiled, not as confident as Tony.
Loki shouted "Encore!" as the last spotlight shone on him, the crowd cheering in agreement, wanting to see more of the band.
Thor hit one of his symbols four times before Steve played a mini riff on his guitar, going along with the beginning of the song. The crowd cheered at the realisation of what song it was, screaming and jumping up and down, dancing along to the music that was beginning to blare through the speakers surrounding the room.
Loki tapped on his guitar pedal on the floor to put a certain effect on how it sounded and played a note, making it waver.
Loki went into a guitar riff, leaning over his guitar to make it easier for it to play. The strange guitar sound blasted through the speakers, Thor drumming along to it on his drums and Steve playing chords along to it on his guitar.
The instruments got a lot calmer as the riff ended. Tony started playing his bass guitar and Loki slung his guitar so it was hanging on his back and gripped the microphone with both of his hands, singing into it.
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Loki stood up straight, catching his breath as the audience roared, cheered and screamed.
He walked up to the microphone, the crowd quietening. He breathed a few times, catching his breath, before saying "I am Loki Laufeyson."
He looked over at Steve, signalling that he should say his name.
Steve looked back before walking over to Loki's microphone and saying "Steve Rogers."
Tony came over on the other side of Loki and grabbed the microphone saying "Tony Stark!"
Thor jogged over to them and shouted "Thor Odinson!"
Loki smiled and shouted through the crowds cheering "And we are 'Mewling Quim'! Thank-you!"
They heard the crowd scream for the last time before jogging off of the stage, grinning and laughing at the insane amount of people they just played in front of. Tumbling into their changing rooms, Loki sat down on the couch and checked his phone. He had recieved five more missed calls from Natasha during the ten extra minutes they were on for.
"-That was insane!" Thor stated, collapsing on the armchair.
"I know, so many people..." Steve agreed.
"I loved it! I so wanna do that again!" Tony grinned, sitting next to Loki.
Loki frowned before standing up, heading for the door. "I am going for some fresh air."
As he closed the door, he heard Tony shout "Don't get chased by crazy fangirls wanting to get in your pants! That's Tasha's job!"
Loki raked a hand through his hair as he made his way past the people backstage, heading toward the back-exit-doors. He really hoped that there was no-one back there and that they were still filing out of the main exit. He wanted to find out what was wrong with Natasha, seeing as she had called him so many times. He was beginning to worry, various scenarios playing through his mind of what could of happened to her.
He opened the door a little bit and looked out, being thankful that no-one was around the back of the building just yet and opened the doors fully, walking out toward the main road.
Digging his phone out of his pocket, he went through his contact list and selected 'Call' when he got to Natasha's name. He walked down the main road, his breath noticeable as it left his mouth. It was the middle of winter - luckily he remembered to wear his favourite green jumper that clung comfortably to his body.
"Loki?" He heard Natasha sniff as she answered the phone, as if she had been crying.
"Are you okay, Natasha?" He asked, voice full of concern.
"Yes- slightly, maybe..." Her voice cracked "Okay, no. I'm not okay. Not at all" He heard her let out a shakey(?) breath.
He frowned, completely worried and concerned. "What's wrong? Are you sick again?"
"No..." Natasha groaned.
He took a deep breath. "Have you been crying?"
There was a pause, before she answered with a "no."
"Natasha," He sighed "Your voice is shakey and your sniffling. You only do that when you have been crying-"
"Loki, we need to talk."
He felt his heart leap in his chest from terror and his breath hitched in his throat. The "we need to talk" scenario was so cliche and could mean several things; one of them being that she was going to break up with him. Which he really did not want, because truly; he loved Natasha.
"...Loki?" Natasha croaked, worried by the silence.
"I will be home soon-" He got cut off by a scream behind him and turned around quickly, eyes widening as he saw a swarm of people who look like they had just came from the concert as they were wearing Mewling Quim t-shirts-
Shit.
"Natasha..." Loki started backing away as the herd of people confirmed that yes, he was the lead singer of the band they just went to see. "I have to go, I will speak with you when I get back."
"What? Loki, we need to-!" He hated hanging up on Natasha, he really did; but right now he did not have much choice as the swarm of fans started running at him. His first instinct was to run in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Which he did. He had no other option.
He hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket as he started sprinting in the opposite direction, being chased by roughly a hundred-or-so fans. From what he saw, there was A LOT. The crowd ran after him, screaming and begging for him to stop. Usually, he would. Usually he would not mind at all! But not tonight. Not after that phone call. Not after Natasha had told him they needed to talk and she had been crying. Not after the various scenarios of what this 'talk' could be about that were now running through his head. It was obviously something serious.
Running through the streets of New York City was quite hard to achieve. It was a very busy city, hence it's nickname 'The City That Never Sleeps'. Yes, it lives up to that name. Oh, yes, it does indeed. Loki had to swerve and dodge other pedestrians, there were quite a lot of them by the way, in order to get away from the horde of fans that were following him down the streets.
You'd think that it would be easy to loose a horde of fans in the mass of all of the pedestrians there were in the city streets. Well, apparently not when you are 6ft2" and have a green jumper on whilst everyone else wore thick, black, winter coats.
Seeing his apartment approaching, he quickly pushed through the pedestrians, recieving complaints and cusses (which he could not care about at this moment) and crossed the road, jumping over taxi's and other vehicles that were stuck in a traffic-jam on the street. He pulled out his building card and swiped it across the identity-reader before sprinting in to the building and running in to the elevator.
Hanging his head and resting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, he realised that he was safe from the fans. He pressed the button to the top floor of the apartment building - the penthouse that he and Natasha shared.
It's been two months since 'Mewling Quim' had formed. In those two months not only had they gained popularity, they'd also become famous world-wide thanks to the help of the internet. Let's just say Tony was extremely good at promoting the band using technology. They were an internet sensation; everybody loved their style, their attitudes, their music and the press loved interviewing them because they always got something good out of it - whether it was Loki's smart-assed whitty remarks or Tony's constant flirting and sarcastic, humorous remarks. They loved it.
They had also recorded their first album, earning them all quite a lot of money as the sales were high. Within the past month of this happening, Loki had decided to upgrade from his shitty, lower-classed filthy apartment to something more classy - a penthouse at the top of an apartment building. It was spacious, clean, modern and had spare bedrooms incase of visitors. He had asked Natasha to move in with him and after much discussion, she agreed.
Atleast a building wasn't currently being built for him. Unlike Tony Stark, of which decided to have one right in the centre of New York.
As the lift reached the penthouse, he stepped out of it, into the spacious room in front of him and went to find Natasha. Deciding the living room would be a good place to start, he took off his shoes and headed toward it.
He found her curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow and watching the TV - the news. Apparently someone had managed to film the little cat and mouse chase between Loki and the 'Mewling Quim' fans a few minutes ago. Natasha's nose and eyes were red and there was a tissue box on the floor in front of her, telling Loki that she had definately been crying like he thought she had.
He walked over to the couch and crouched in front of Natasha, tucking a strand of her hair that had fell in her face behind her ear. "Natasha?" He murmured quietly.
She looked at him through teary eyes, before whispering a "Loki..."
Sitting down cross-legged on the floor in front of Natasha, who had now sat-up on the couch, he took one of her hands and held it.
He looked up at her, his heart-breaking at the fact that she had been crying. "You wanted to speak?" He asked, hating the fact that she's upset about something. He wanted to make her feel better, to cheer her up; to get rid of whatever was making her upset. To make everything better again, happy. How they usually were. That's how he knew that whatever this was; it was important. Natasha was never upset, unless it was very, very important.
She nodded and sniffed, wiping her nose on a piece of tissue with her spare hand.
She looked at Loki, completely serious, as a tear rolled down her cheek. Loki reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand, wiping the tear away with his thumb, but froze when Natasha blurted out "I'm pregnant."
