I blink around hazily as I can feel a big hand grabbing my throat. The giant in front of me, a topping 2 metres tall at least with purple skin, shoots me a smirk and I feel the oxygen in my body lessen. I struggle against his gigantic hand but it is no use. With a last final shot of pain, I realize that he just broke my neck and everything goes blank. A last shout rings in my ears.
"LOKI!"
"AAH!" I shoot up from my pillows which are drenched in sweat and tears. Hastily I run my fingers along my neck and can barely calm, even though I am alive and my neck is definitely not broken. My breath is ragged and broken sobs make my entire body shiver.
As the memory of my dream – no, nightmare – get clearer, I realize it can't have been me anyway. The giant purple guy was holding another guy and I am most definitely and certainly a woman. Female to the core. Make up, girly talks and everything. The only slightly irritating thing is the scream at the end... that was my name.
My breathing finally calms and gets more even and I am really glad that my parents are far from my own room. I get up from my sweat-drenched sheets and walk over to the bathroom to get a glass of water. As I turn on the tab, my reflection stares back at me.
Long and wavy raven-black hair, a defined long jaw accompanied by thin but pouty lips and icy blue eyes. My skin is rather pale, no matter how much time I spend in the sun and it looks a lot like porcelain. Some of my friends told me that I am weird with my light skin and the raven-black hair in contrary to that.
I like myself. It's not like I am love with myself or something, I just like my looks. I take a deep breath and ruffle my hair a bit before I drink the water and move back to my bed. But no matter how much I try, I can't seem to fall asleep. I turn and toss for the rest of the night and by dawn I am still wide awake. With another deep sight, I get up and start to dress.
Black jeans, a green tang top and a leather jacked, black combat boots on my feet. I put on a bit of make up as to cover up the deep black bags under my eyes and prepare breakfast. When my parents come downstairs into the kitchen, they are not surprised. I am up this early every Monday morning to prepare breakfast and pack my things for school before I eat something, grab my keys and bag and drive to school, leaving my nest for another week.
"Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?", my mother asks as she drops a kiss to my temple. "Better than last night", I hate lying to my mother, but I don't want to worry her. My father smiles softly and says "That is good. Thank you for the coffee, Loki."
We eat in silence and before long, I move to grab my bag and keys and move outside. My parents follow me and after I drop my bag on the passengers seat I turn around to say goodbye for another week.
I moved in with my best friend Natasha when we discovered that we would be going to the same college and since then, I come by every weekend to visit my parents.
"Take care, sweetheart", my mother smiles and hugs me tightly. My father just nods before he hugs me. He says nothing but I know what he wants to say. I get in my car and start the engine. As I roll out of the parking lot, I take one last look at my parents through the rear mirror.
The drive to school takes almost an hour, one of the reasons why I moved in with Tasha. I got to know her friends too and they were nice. Most of them that is. Bucky and Steve, best friends since childhood and a couple for almost two years now. I liked them both, nice guys and they were absolute sugar together.
Clint, Tasha's boyfriend was nice too, even tough we rarely ever spoke. Bruce was nice too, a bit weird with all his numbers and science but he explained one of his experiments to me once and since then, I join him every now and then.
And then, there was Tony. Rich kid, loved by all but mostly for his money. We didn't really get along, bickering and arguing most of the time. Pepper, his girlfriend was the only one who knows how to keep him under control.
Thinking about my friends, I get this weird feeling in my gut. They where all so happy with their relationships. Bucky has Steve, Tasha is with Clint and Tony has Pepper. Bruce and I where the only ones without a partner. They tried setting us up once and failed miserably. A deep sight leaves my throat at the memory of that date.
It wasn't exactly awful, at least I knew I got along with Bruce on some level. But we didn't really have anything interesting to talk about and so the time went by with eating in silence.
And then, there are these dreams. It started when I turned sixteen. The night of my birthday I dreamed about a guy, tall and muscular with long blonde hair and a smile so warm, it felt like he was the sun in person. Ever since then, I dreamed about him every night. Except for the last one of course.
That was weird, too. The dream felt less like a dream and more like something long forgotten from a past life. Again, my hand shoots up to my neck and I rub it subconsciously, still getting goosebumps from the loud snap it made in my dream. It felt so real and yet... I am alive.
As I reach my destination and see my friends already waiting for me, all past-life-dreams and such where forgotten in the instant. "Finally, I as starting to wonder if you'd ever come back!", Tasha shouts as I get out of my car.
I walk up to them and hug Bucky and Steve, who are equally happy to see me. Bruce just shakes my hand whereas Clint and Tasha basically run me over. "Did you hear the news? We are going to have an exchange student from Finland", Tasha seems to be awfully excited over this and Clint playfully coaxes an eyebrow, asking: "Ah, so I am not enough hu?"
If looks could kill, he'd be done now. But at least he knew it and bows his head in apology. I sight and grab my bag. We walk to class together, chatting away until our teacher enters the room.
"Calm down, students", Miss Hill shouts through the class and we settle down. "As a first, yes, you will have an exchange student here. Be nice", she confirms Tasha's speculations from earlier. The class starts talking again, agitated over the prospect of a new student and I lay my head down on my arms crossed over my table.
I don't think much of it, we had a few exchange students before. I almost nap away as the classroom door opens and a deep voice with a slight accent says: "I am sorry for being late. I didn't find the classroom." Miss Hill responds: "It's fine. I bet there will be some students willing to help you out." I open my eyes lazily – and as soon as they land on the frame a few steps below, I am wide awake and sitting on my chair like an electric shock went through my body.
It's him. The guy from my dreams. His voice is a little more quiet and his beard not as long, but it Is definitely him. The same broad and muscular chest, the same long blonde hair and the same warm smile. I can't look away, my eyes basically glued to his face. My heartbeat is loud in my ears and I can feel a slight heat creeping up my cheeks.
I almost miss our teacher asking who would take him under his wing. I reclaim my former posture, trying to look as lazy as possible but my arm is in the air a little too fast for my friends to believe me. "Loki? What a surprise. I thought I'd never see that happen", Miss Hill coaxes an eyebrow. The young man turns his head to look at me and surprise adorns his face before he gifts me one of his warm smiles. Which catches me completely by surprise and another electric jolt sparks through my body.
The guy slumps down beside me and with a never wavering smile says: "I'm Thor, nice to meet you." Thor, as he just introduced himself, props his head in his left hand and looks at me curiously. "Loki. uh... it's nice to meet you too", I reply, equally curious. Soon, we are talking away, chatting silently and I explain a few things to him. He tells me that he will be living pretty close to the campus and as he names the address, I have to stifle my laughter.
Thor's glance glides over me and I reply: "This is really close to the apartment I share with Tasha. We can walk to class together." He blinks twice and along with yet another smile a low rumble in his chest has me chuckling a bit. We talk all the time, during class as well as on the breaks and when we walk back to our respective apartments, it's hard to part from him.
Something inside me doesn't want to let him go, but I tell myself to move and drag my feet home at least. As soon as I walk through the door, Tasha is on me, demanding to hear everything.
"You were talking all the time, there has to be something between you", I know the look on her face and a low groan escapes me. That look means she will press that matter far enough for me to either give in and tell her or snap entirely and tell her everything. Either way, I will tell her everything, because Tasha knows how to get what she wants and so I opt for telling her right away that "There is absolutely nothing, Tasha, seriously. He's nice, yeah, but that's about it. And I am obviously so not his type, it's ridiculous."
Tasha gives me this don't-fool-me look and lets me go for now. I stagger into my bedroom, suddenly tired as hell. Upon falling on my bed, I feel sleep taking me over and graciously accept sleeping a night with clothes, too lazy to get them off for now.
Warm sunlight fills a big room with pricey looking furniture. A gigantic bed covered in fur took a lot of space. A table, a few shelves with books on them and a fireplace made the room look homey and comfy.
A man with shoulder-long raven hair was sprawled across the bed, wearing a green tunic and black trousers. His face looked slightly disturbed as he shuffled awake to the rays of sunlight on his face. With a groan, he lifted from the sheets and rubbed his eyes.
Just as he was about to get up completely, the door to his room banged open and the man with his long, blonde hair and sky-blue eyes strut into the room. "Get up, brother. We need to move at once", concern adorned his features and his forehead was wrinkled with his frown.
"Calm down, brother. I am well aware of how close they are", the black haired man answered and waved his hand. A green glimmer wavered over him and he no longer wore the tunic and trouser but a black and green armour suited for mages.
The other waved his hand as well, a dismissive gesture and they walked out the bedroom in silence. Together they made their way to a house that looked like stables and climbed their horses. Four more figures joined them as they hurried their mounts over a rainbow-cloured glimmering bridge towards a ball at it's end.
Upon reaching their destination, the blonde man called out: "Heimdall! We need to depart for Jotunheim soon!" A man with black skin moved into their line of sight. He wore a glimmering golden armour which bore a beautiful shimmer over his black skin. Eyes like liquid gold lighted through the dark and a orange crystal in the chest plate of his armour sparkled in the light.
"Of course, my prince", the man replied and opened the gate. Rainbow light engulfed the six figures and nausea gripped them for a second. As it was gone with the light, they stood in an icy desert, cold winds biting their skins. A creature of blue skin and red eyes moved out of the shadows and the blonde man began talking to it, his voice like thunder.
After a few more words, more of the blue skinned things appeared and attacked the group. They fought bravely and even though their enemies vastly outnumbered them, the Thunderer decimated the creatures fast. One of them got a grip on the raven-haired man and instead of reacting like his companion did seconds earlier pulling away from the touch with a pained scream, he looked down on his wrist that turned the exact same shade of blue as the creatures' hand on , pain and betrayal gripped his stomach and he felt nausea taking over before he rid himself of the beast.
Sadness washed over him as he once and for all realized that he was not who he thought he had been.
I don't wake up with a scream this time, but I still feel the sadness and betrayal layered with my own feelings. It feels weird, because I know that those feelings aren't my own but it still feels like they belong to me. I can feel the tears in my eyes and for once, I give in to it.
I pull my knees up to my chest, wrap my arms around them and silently cry into my blanket. It must have been hours, because when my tears finally dry and I lift my head, sun is glimmering through some heavy clouds. The first thing, that comes to my mind is Thor's wide smile from yesterday and I feel warmth in my chest.
I need to see him. Faster than I have ever been before, I change my clothes and almost dart out of the flat, down the stairs and into light rain. The droplets tickle on my skin and for a second I think I am dumb for thinking that he'd be up at this time of the day.
But then, I can see him. He's running towards me so fast, I almost crash with him as we reach each other. We don't speak. Right now, words would destroy whatever this is. He just wraps me up in his arms just like I do and buries his face in the crane of my neck.
"I needed to see you", he whispers and I reply: "I needed to see you as well." His hands brush over the skin of my arms and I shiver against him. And then, everything goes so fast. I grab his hand and pull him back to the flat I share with Tasha. We stumble inside, hands on each others bodies and almost don't make it to my room.
But we do, loosing clothes along the way, carelessly thrown somewhere to be forgotten for now. His hands are roaming my body and as soon as we are through the door, he pushes it closed and me up against it. His lips are at my neck, nibbling the sensitive skin there and a loud moan escapes my kiss-swollen lips.
I have lost my shirt and pants somewhere along the way and Thor is moving so slowly, it feels like torture to me. He presses his bare chest against me and claims my lips in another set of heated kisses all the while his hands moving over my body and leaving fire in their wake.
We are both breathing heavily against each others skin and Thor doesn't even ask, he snakes his left hand around my back and undoes the hooks of my bra. It flutters to the floor, forgotten for the time being and his hands are back, caressing my now naked breasts. My nails scratch over his back and he growls against my skin.
His lips latch onto my neck and I feel him sucking a hickey there, before he moves down and sucks my nipples. My eyes shoot open, my back arches into his touch and another loud moan drags out from my lungs. He moves his hands down my sides and grabs my panties. I don't need to say anything, he rips the thin fabric apart and I am completely exposed.
Thor pulls back for a moment a lets an appreciative gaze travel over my body, before grabbing my ass and hauling me up in the air. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips and press down, eliciting a low growl from him as I move against his erection. He pulls my head down to capture my lips again and I can feel him moving my body away from him a bit.
The rustling of fabric makes me realize, that he just pulled of his boxer briefs. I make no moves to get away from him, I move even closer now and push down against his now freed erection. Another low growl revibrates through our bodies and I pull back to look at him. I open my mouth to say something, but it must have been clear as day what I had wanted to, because Thor reclaims my lips and I can feel the head of his dick nudging at my entrance.
He seems to be a bit unsure of it however, so I simply push down on it. He's big. Like really big. I need a second to adjust to his size. But as soon as my body welcomes him, I push down further. He keeps his hands on my ass the whole time, slowing me as not to go too fast. Finally, he's all the way inside and I can't help the tiny scream escaping my lips.
Thor looks up at me and the question is brightly visible in his eyes. I nod and he starts to lift me up, only to pull me back down. My legs are still tightly wrapped around his hips and my arms snake around his neck so I won't fall.
But I know, I don't have to worry about falling. Thor is moving faster now and with every time he pulls me down on his cock, he gets rougher and faster. Until he growls deep in the back of his throat. I know what that means and I reply with a loud moan. I can feel the muscles in his legs tightening between my own legs and at the same time, a warm feeling curls up in my belly.
And then, I'm coming, screaming his name, my toes curling and my back arching against Thor. He bites down on my collarbone hard and growls his own orgasm out. He's shivering beneath me but he won't let go. I can feel his cock inside me, twitching and instead of going soft again, like most men would, it stays rock hard.
Thor takes another deep breath and spins us around, dropping me on my bed. He's holding on to my hips and after another appreciative glance, he starts moving again. He's setting a rough pace from the very start and I claw at everything in my reach, almost screaming with each thrust. Thor is growling my name, his eyes screwed shut and his hands pressing into my hips so hard, he's sure to leave bruises.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills my room, alongside Thor's growl and my screams. He bows down and presses his lips against mine harshly. I can't help but bite down on his lower lip and I can taste blood in my mouth. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it, if anything it only spurrs him on. His mouth moves down my throat, briefly sucking another hikey there, before he latches onto my left nipple again and my back arches off the bed on it's own accord.
I can feel the warmth in my belly again and Thor's hazed eyes tell me, he's close too. I reach up to him, pulling him into a kiss and with one last, final thrust, I'm coming. He's close to follow me as my walls clench around his cock. He pulls out and flops down beside me.
I curl up against his chest and he wraps me up in his arms. The last thing I feel is him pulling the blanket over the two of us, before I drift off into sleep.