Hi, everybody! Sorry for my inactive fictions at the moment, I've been busy with school work and my partner who I have worked on I'll protect you with has gone into undecided hiatus so we are putting it on hold.
In the meantime, I've written a new Fanfiction. This one is called His Green Eyes but I am tempted in changing the name. it is a Loki fanfiction and the synopsis is as follows.
Loki has been released from Asgard but with one rule, for him not to be forced back there. What does he do to make sure it doesn't happen? He looks for somebody to love him, for the real him. No disguise shall be worn.
Here it is and I hope you enjoy, read and review! Thank you!
His black, heavy, leather tunic, bound with his Dark Emerald fabric and small gold-plated square detail along the collar and lapels. That's what he loved to wear and he was never seen wearing anything other than that. None other than that, but Green and gold and black were his signature colours. As with his outfit, he was always seen wearing that particular colour scheme and only because it made him look menacing and scared at the same time. He was Loki Laufeyson; the God of Mischief, the Frost Giant of Jotünheim, but also, he was Loki, he was Loki of Asgard, the son of Laufey, and he was burdened with glorious purpose.
That was, of course, before havoc was reaped upon New York City. He was misunderstood; he only wanted to get the attention off of Odin and of Frigga, and of Thor, his brother. He may not have been blood related with the God of Thunder who could wield the Mighty Mjolnir, but he had a family. He was just Misunderstood.
You could tell when he had cried for his green, pebbled eyes, gained a shine to them, and you could tell when he had yelled and shouted for his once velvet voice was hoarse like he had swallowed glass.
His trickery was also becoming poor. His magic was terrible; he could no longer fool the enemy with his trickery, the one trick he loved to use it failed to work. He was starting to lose his mind. All he ever wanted was Love. Love by any body, by any thing! That is the only thing he had wanted!
He never got it from anybody, though. He was the black sheep if the family. Nobody knew how his life was. It was tough, he was always reprimanded, but never loved. He was always banished away in heavy chains and his freedom taken away, but he was never loved.
Love is a feeling he can't understand, and it was only because he had tried so long ago to become immortal, that way, he would have had until the end of eternity to at least try to find someone to love.
It wasn't his only plan to make himself immortal. It was all part of his plan to help make Odin and Frigga immortal. He didn't care for Thor, because Thor didn't care for him, and if he was caring, it was all an act. He didn't believe for one minute that Thor cared for him.
He wanted Genuine love, that was all.
But no, everybody thought that he was going to use the Tesseract for something other than helping. Possibly world domination, wiping out the population, killing all people, hurting all people... No, he wasn't like that, and he didn't like when people put him across like that, he was not the person everybody thought he was!
He was caring when he had the time, he was able to show love when he had the time, he always gave off love and affection, but gained nothing but rejection and heartbreak in return; and all because nobody believed him.
However, in his time chained away in the cells, he managed to think, he managed to think long and hard about love.
He thought about what love was, and how to gain it, and how to actually, well, express it. He thought to himself, How do I get somebody to love me, and he also thought, Better yet, how do I love somebody?
After hours of thought, he finally figured it out. When he was finally released from the wretched cell, he would make his way to Midgard, as he knew there were much more caring people on Midgard than of his own.
It was a long and agonising wait to be released, but he was finally set free, with the terms that he wouldn't be forced back to Asgard, bound in chains again.
He was of course happy to comply, and off he went to Midgard, a city called Stuttgart, in a Midgardian country called Germany, keeping a low profile as best he could, which was difficult for a god and a frost giant. From there, he went to find someone who he could try to love.
He didn't know what to do, obviously, he had never experienced love for a stranger, he was always locked away. He never had experienced Physical contact with another, nor emotional contact, he was not looking forward to it. What if the person he would eventually love, didn't love him back? What if it was all an act, like how Thor would act? What if what he was doing was a big mistake?
Oh, he thought, and he thought to himself. Should I just give up and go back to Asgard? There is truly no point in me trying to win the love of a Midgardian, I should just give up.
As he finished his thought he sat down on the icy cold steps of the building he was in front of, however the temperature didn't faze him, he was used to temperatures of less than the cities weather.
He sat in his sorrow for a few more minutes, his head in his hands, and then stopped to lift his head to the sound of a woman's voice saying the same line, "Spare some change, please?"
He stood up, his brow lifting and he walked gingerly towards the woman.
All of a sudden, he was too afraid to speak, his mouth opened to talk, but he could not allow his thoughts to speak out, and he got...nervous. It wasn't at all like him.
"S-Spare some change, please sir," the woman asked, looking into his green eyes, pleading silently.
His hands went to his pockets and then realised; he had none of the Midgardian currency.
He shook his head regretfully, "I-I'm sorry... I-I'm new to the country...I...I don't have any money at all," he managed to explain, seeing the woman's face fall with sorrow.
It pained him to see someone else experience the same sorrow and feel hurt as himself. "D-Do you have anywhere to stay," he said to her, his hand coming out to touch her elbow gently - almost like it was instinct to do so, immediately pulling it back as she flinched.
Had he done something wrong? Was his touch so icy cold and foreign to a Midgardian?
"I...I could find a place for you, if you need to."
"I did..." The woman started, "but I got evicted from there, because I couldn't pay," she said, her voice breaking.
"Would...would you like me to help you? I think I may know of somewhere," he said, looking at her.
"Y-you don't have to do that-"
"Yes, I know, but I want to... It's too cold and I don't want you to be in the same place I was," he interrupted her, smiling gently as he gave her the offer.
"T-thank you, t-thank you so much," she said, taking both his chiseled hands into her own and holding them tight, before letting them go.
It was his first Midgardian touch in over 10 years. Never had he felt the affectionate touch, or heard the affectionate words of thankfulness before, not even from Frigga.
"It's my pleasure," he smiled, looking down as her touch existed even after she had let go of his hands.
"Should we get going? The place I am thinking of is a while away, and we need to get going if we want to talk them into letting you stay."
"Oh, yes," she said, walking along with him. "What is your name?"
The one question he was dreading; would anybody still know him? Would this woman recognise who he was and even worse, judge him for what and who he is, running away from him? He wouldn't lie now, he had gotten so far.
"I-...," He started. "I'm L-Loki," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
"Loki...," She went off into deep thought. "I like your name," she said after a few moments. "Where are you from originally?"
"I'm sorry?" He questioned, unsure what she meant.
"I mean...you said you're not from this country... Are you from a different country?"
No, but a different planet... He thought to himself. "Oh, yes, I am... I'm from... I'm from... New York, which is where we are heading," he said, yes, it was a lie, but how else could he say he was from a different planet?
"Oh, I've never been to New York before..."
And then, the conversation, like it was before he had spoken to her, was silent.