Hey guys!
So I was watching the Avengers today, and suddenly had the urge to write about our favourite misunderstood super villain, Loki. Hope you enjoy it. All respective rights to DC.
He sighed.
The night air was cold. Not a cool breeze, but a harsh, biting wind that stung the skin and brought tears to the eyes. The fabric of his newly acquired clothing felt strange against the god's taunt skin. The heavy material was constricting, irritating even. However, it did take the bite out of the wintery air. So, he would learn to endure. It was only for a short time, after all.
Somewhere, a baby cried. From where he stood, beneath the dinted roof of what he deemed to be a bus shelter, Loki gazed across the street at the towering building. A hospital. St. Joan's.
Despite the late hour, light shone from almost every one of its many windows. Once more, a baby's cry filled the cold air. Loki sighed again. His warm breath formed a snowy cloud that hovered momentarily about his nose. He watched as it disappeared into nothing.
He stayed there for the longest of times, beneath the shelter's tin roof, watching the hospital's automatic doors constantly opening and closing. As the young god gazed absently, an elderly woman attempted to exit the building. The doors opened for her, but as she shuffled through the entrance, the doors suddenly slammed shut once more. The woman saw that her shawl had become entrapped between the doors. She pulled, but to no avail. Loki scoffed.
Human technology, he mused, I will never understand. Nor did he care to.
Across the street, the woman had finally freed herself from the menacing doors. Loki watched as she shuffled away into the darkness. Slowly, he pushed himself away from where he had been leaning. Without glancing in either direction, he strode demurely across the busy road. Automobiles blared their trumpets at him, but narrowly avoided a collision each time. A small part of him felt almost disappointed. Perhaps death would be easier. Though Loki doubted a run-in with one these pathetic machines would ever be the death of him.
He approached the doors with the slightest hint of caution. They looked harmless enough. He thought back to the old hag's unfortunate entanglement. Loki took a step forward, and the doors opened. Before they could do anything irritating, he stepped briskly through. They stood open for a few moments. He watched with the faintest amusement as they then slid shut.
Hmm.
Once inside the monstrous building, Loki found himself at a loss. Despite his icy composure, he felt the burning fingers of anxiety encircling his throat. Taking a series of deep, deep breaths, he struggled to gather his wits. He looked around. Everything was so clean, and so white, and so... human. Loki felt slightly ill.
What is the matter with me? He pressed a hand to his head. ILL? I do not get ILL!
"Can I help you, sir?"
Loki spun around. Staring up at him was a woman, small and dark. Her hair was pulled back into a knot that sat atop her head. A small jewel glinted in her nose. Loki fought the urge to scoff at such a human fashion. Fighting to keep a sneer from his face, he looked down at the woman. She was dressed in a stark white uniform that blended in with the surrounding walls.
"Yes," he replied slowly, "as a matter of fact, you can."
