It's been a while since I've written anything. Writer's block added to life being busy. But I've been recently into reading fanfictions again, and somehow that inspired me to go back to writing. I don't know where I'm going with this, since it's still in the making, but I thought I'd put the first chapter out there. I don't have a title yet, so it will remain as Untitled until I figure something out that would match the story.
I'd like to note that I am only aware of the Avengers through the movie(s). I have never read the comics, as they do not exist where I come from.
DISCLAIMER: The Avengers belong to their respective owners, no copyright infringement is intended. I only own the original characters of this story, who are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Reviews are always appreciated :)
-Chapter one-
Blue shirt and white jeans. Not his favorite combination, never was, and probably never will be. But he had to wear them because of the cocktail party they were going to, and there was a dress code. More like a color code, according to the woman who called herself his roommate.
Sighing, Loki put on blue suede shoes -to match his shirt- and had a last look at himself in the mirror as he picked up his watch and put it around his wrist.
"You look handsome." His roommate walked into his bedroom, wearing a cocktail dress the same shade of blue as Loki's shirt.
"I feel like a clown." He replied, grabbing his wallet and car keys. "But I'm ready. Let's go. I'm feeling tired already and want to come back home as soon as possible."
"Oh come on, don't be so bitter. You'll like it there." She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm ready, too. Let's go."
With that, they got out their apartment and headed towards the basement garage where Loki had his car parked.
"I'd really appreciate it if you could take that frown off your face while we're there." She said as they walked out of the elevator.
"Can't promise anything, Elthia." He emphasized her name, fully aware how she felt about it.
"Please don't call me that!" She cringed. She hated her name. It sounded as if her parents held a grudge on her even before she was born, and gave her that name as a life-long curse. Though she realized that Loki used her whole name only when he was either teasing her, or extremely irritated. And right now, he looked pretty irritated. But she was going to have none of it. He wasn't going to ruin the party for her. It was an important event for one of her colleagues and best friend, and she wasn't going to put up with Loki's mood swings. He was quite nice when he woke up in the morning. She had no clue what got into him after breakfast.
Loki hated Midgardian socializing events. He had always thought low of humans -despite the fact that he was living with one, after being banished to Earth and stripped off his powers- and he tried to stay away from them for as much as he can. At which, so far, he was failing miserably. As if his life couldn't get any worse, he had to learn the ways of the humans, to be one of them.
Elthia knew who he was. He had told her once about his past, and the subject was never brought up again. Mainly because he rarely saw her due to her job at a hospital. She didn't even hold a grudge against him, despite the fact that he damaged half of her city while trying to concur the world. Which she found to be weird, but she had little to no time to dwell on that due to her busy work schedule as a surgeon.
"I'll call you whatever I want. Especially if I have to accompany you to such boring events." He said, opening the door to his car and getting in, not even bothering to be a gentleman and open the passenger's door for his roommate.
"You can be such a prick sometimes. Seriously." She mumbled, getting into the car and putting on the seat belt.
The drive was shorter than expected, simply because Loki had learned the streets of New York and was able to find short cuts to avoid traffic jams. Once they arrived, he dropped Elthia at the entrance and went to park his car at a designated area, and then he came back so they'd walk in together.
"So remind me again, what is this about?" He asked as they walked in.
Rolling her eyes, Elthia replied, "my best friend had gotten a promotion, and the department is throwing a party for her."
"Promoted from what?" he asked, more out of simple curiosity than care.
"From being a nurse. Now she's the Head Nurse of our department." She smiled, feeling quite proud of how far her friend had come.
Nodding, Loki acknowledged her reply, but seeing as it was not of interest to him, he simply let the subject drop.
"Elly!" Came the happy shout of a woman, whom Loki recognized to be his roommate's recently promoted friend. He had seen her a couple of times at their apartment, but have never actually spoken to her. Retreating to his room whenever Elly had visitors, to keep himself as far as possible from socializing. Though much to his dismay, trying to get out of going to such events with Elly never worked. Somehow, she always had the final say in things. The only time she didn't insist, or argue, was when he went into his bedroom and locked the door.
As the women hugged and exchanged greetings, Loki turned to look around. The place looked full with happy faces. He wondered for a moment whether those laughters and smiles we genuine. If they were really as happy as they appeared to be talking to each other.
"You remember my roommate, Loki." Elly said, which made Loki turn to face the women as he heard his name.
"Of course I do, even though we barely met whenever I came over." Her friend replied, smiling politely and extending a hand, "nice to see again, Loki."
Loki stared at her hand for a moment, cursing himself for being here, but nevertheless, he took the offered hand and smiled. "Nice to see you too, miss Rebecca."
"Oh please call me Becky." she said.
"Alright, Becky." He replied and let go of her hand. If he was going to be here the whole time Elly was, then he thought he'd better behave. He was in no mood to argue with her like the last time they went to an event together. The women of Midgard were.. complicated at times. "Would you ladies care for a drink?" he asked, earning a surprised look from Elly, who didn't expect such a quick change of mood.
"Why yes, we are here for the free food and drinks after all." Elly turned to Becky, winking at her with a big smile on her face.
"If Martin decides to deduct today's costs from my paycheck, he's going to regret giving me that promotion." Becky grinned.
Not really knowing, nor caring who Martin was, Loki nodded at the two women and excused himself to go and get them some refreshments. As soon as he was at the bar, he sighed and motioned for the bartender to approach him, and ordered sparkling water for himself, and fruit cocktails for the ladies. He never bothered to learn what the etiquette for such gatherings were. What drinks do they start with and what follows. He simply assumed starting with a non-alcoholic drink would be his safest option. He didn't particularly feel like dragging a drunk Elly all the way back to their apartment. Not that he had ever seen her drunk. Tipsy, yes. Drunk, well he still needs to see that one happening. Elly was always conscious about the amount of alcohol she consumed, and he was thankful for that. He had seen humans turn into ridiculous clowns after having too much to drink, and he didn't care to have one of those within his apartment.
The bartender handed him the drinks on a small tray, and Loki picked it up, not forgetting to politely nod his thanks to the man. He kept reminding himself that he longed for a peaceful evening when they went back home, and behaving like himself wouldn't be an option for now. He needed to act the way Elly saw good. Especially since the place was full of people she worked with.
Holding the tray with both hands, he was careful not to bump into anyone who happened to be in the way. The last thing he needed was to spill the drinks over himself. White pants, seriously, who would be wearing white pants to a place with so many people and so many chances of someone spilling something on you? Making a mental note on telling Elly about making a rule concerning his clothing for any upcoming events she would be dragging him to (as a compensation for actually agreeing to go with her), he continued making his way to the two women until he came to a sudden halt in front of a familiar face. A face that he did not wish to ever see again. But there he was, dressed in a white shirt and creamy pants, a creamy sweater hanging over his shoulders was none other than Agent Clint Barton.
"What the hell?" Clint said, staring in shock at the person before him.
"We meet again, Agent Barton." Loki said, giving the other man a menacing smile. As much as he didn't want to see any of the Avengers ever again, his mischievous instincts kicked in. Oh this was going to be interesting.
