"See, what you don't understand Belle, is that we all have calling in our lives. Things that we can't change...we can avoid. Inevitable fate. Even though I like your optimistic outlook there's no changing my fate. I can't change what I was born to do." He cups her cheek caressing it softy with his thumb.
"Fuck it, Loki!" She shouts well she yanks him into a passionate kiss. "There is no such thing as inevitable fate...we make our own fate. Our decisions shape and mold our fate. You change it whenever you want...Don't do this."
A/N: This a Loki/OC fanfic...with appearances by our special guests.
Loki: It is no secret...that my imbecile of a brother is going to be there.
Me: Of course why wouldn't he be. It wouldn't be a 'Avengers' fanfic without him.
Loki: Hmph...
Anyways, Here's the beginning of it I hope y'alls like it. Don't forget to review and tell me whatcha think.
Oh yeah I own nothing...Avenges are all marvels and they've done a great job by the by. I only own the O/C.
Enjoy...!
The Prologue!
This is supposed to be a new day...it's supposed to be the time of my life, new town, new high school, and possibly make some new friends. But that wasn't the case...I mean it was fine at first. No one knew who I was, or what I could do. So I had a game plan I was going to stick to myself and try to blend in with the crowd. All I had to do was keep my emotions in check and everything would be A-okay.
But as life would have it, it didn't go as well as I'd originally planned. One day I got to school and it seemed like everything changed...this group of kids just wouldn't leave me alone. They were a mixture of sophomores and juniors -which meant they were in a higher grade than I was- being a freshman you get the common, but not so creative 'fresh meat' called out at you on occasion. But nothing to worry about...normally.
I expected the mean remarks to come from the girls at this school. Which it did start off with some non-violent, spiteful comments about my clothes or hairstyle, things that didn't really matter to me? I usually don't do anything about it, not because they were older than me. But, I didn't do anything because they were just talking, and didn't see the point in trying to fight everyone that said something stupid to me. I didn't go to a teacher either because I felt like I could handle it, and for awhile there...I did handle it well on my own.
One sunny afternoon I was walking home after school and decided I wanted to stop by a 99 cent store to get my favorite soda tiki punch. I paid for it and left while listening to my new I pod my mother bought me, not really looking out for anything -because one wouldn't expect to have to fear for their life trying to walk home from school- I was enjoying the silence and the sunshine. I didn't even notice the shadows moving in the alley until it was too late.
I was being yanked by the back of the neck of my shirt, slammed to the ground and dragged into the alley before I even knew what was happening. All I could see were hands and arms, while I was pulled into the very back of the alley where it was shaded from the light of the sun.
"Look at what we've got here, boys." When I finally got a chance to have a clear view of what was around me, I saw a tall male figure standing there. Looking around I quickly recognized my tormentors as the kids from school, I shared a few classes with at least one of each of them.
There were at least five guys there, all in normal t-shirts and jeans. None of them were in uniform so they must have gone home and changed. I was still in mine, horrible plaid skirt, bow tie and white button up shirt that looked like it belonged to my father. I can't forget I had to wear this disgusting blazer with our schools crest on the breast pocket.
I didn't think to have a change of clothes in hand so I wouldn't have to walk around like this. But, seeing the situation I'm in right now, I'm glad I didn't have on any of the new clothes my mom bought me. They would've been ruined; I just wish I had worn pants.
"What do you want?" I tried to glare at him, but sitting on the dirty ground trying to keep my skirt down while I got back up to my feet, wasn't the most intimidating thing ever.
"Do I really need to a reason to do the things I want?" He stepped towards me. I tensed following his movement, while refusing to coward away.
"Well, you kind of do need a reason when someone else is involved. Especially when you try to make them get involved against their will." I wouldn't take my eyes off him...while keeping the others around me in my peripheral.
"Wow, I've never heard you talk this much before." He crossed his arms over his chest puffing out his muscles. I rolled my eyes; I hope this isn't his way of trying to tell me he likes me is it? Because if it is...this is really going to end up pissing me off. I don't have time for this.
"Just because I don't have anything to say to you, doesn't mean I have nothing to say."
"Now, there's no need to be mean. I think you owe me an apology." He looked at me seriously. I scoffed folding my own arms over my chest.
"What for? What do I need to apologize to you for? Let me track you down, because obviously you did track me down, to know where I'd be at this time. And drag you into an alley against your will like some freaking weirdo rapist person...then let's see how nice you'd be." I could feel all the frustrations of this entire month beginning to bubble to the surface.
"Besides, I think you owe me a new soda." I look at the ground where my soda was just rocking back and forward slightly. His eyes followed mine before he turned back around with a smirk playing across his face.
"Is that an offer of a date? Because if it is then I'd be more than willing to get whatever soda you want." He was smiling fully now, I had to swallow the bile that was rising in my throat.
"I think it was Ky, Why wouldn't she want to go on a date with you." Some guy said that looked like a white version of Steve Urkel. He refused to look at me, but that didn't stop me from staring daggers at him until he started to shift his feet.
"I think I can answer for myself. " My eyes left him to flicker back to this Channing Tatum wannabe standing closer than he was before.
"That was not an offer to go on a date with you. That was me telling you to go by yourself to the store and buy me another soda. Since you're the one who caused me drop it." I rather enjoyed the look on his face. Like I slapped him, he feels entitled to things that he didn't work for. I do not like people like that; they need to be brought down some.
"You guys go...leave us alone. I some things I'd like to discuss with Annabelle here." He waved them off. The other people that were with him filled out, only to stop by the ally's entrance. My soda was long forgotten, as his words started to sink in. How the hell does he know my name? He walked towards me only to stop when he was directly in front of me.
"You don't have a damn thing to discuss with me. How do you even know my name?" I squared my shoulders to make sure I was ready for whatever that was about to happen.
"I know your name because you interest me." He hands fell to his sides.
"Well, that's not creepy at all." I went to sidestep him only to have him mock my movement to make his way back in front of me.
"Did you really think that if I went through all this work to get to you, that it'll be that easy to get away from me?" He's really starting to get on my nerves. With him being the main person bothering me at school to try to ignore him…to tolerate him. But, right about now, my tolerance for him outside of school is not at its highest.
"My clothes are dirty because of you...my usually calming walk home is disrupted...because of you. For my ever dissipating outlook on humanity is failing because of people like...you!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising at the end I was losing my temper. I see an opening and I go for it, I started running for the entrance. It doesn't take him long to caught me and grab my forearm. He pulled me to him; I yanked out of his grip.
"Get the fuck off me! You don't know me like that to feel so free about touching me." I pushed him back and out of my personal space. He stumbled before gathering himself together.
"You think you're better than me? Don't you?" He walks to me with purpose; I could see his hands were shaking at his sides. But I stood my ground.
"I think that you doing all of this instead of coming up to me like a normal person is ridiculous. So yes I do think I'm better than this….situation. But I do not think I'm better than you or anyone." I go to move again only to get pushed back down onto the ground.
"You are not better than me...you should just be glad a guy is interested in you let alone a guy as popular as me." He towers over me. I get up again I look at him in the eyes defiantly.
"I was never the type of girl to put a lot of that. If you never showed me attention would've been great...I prefer it that way. Now, I will warn you this one and only time….let me go. I was supposed to be home already, my mom will be out looking for me soon. This will not end well for you." I spoke in a low tone; I was telling him the truth this will not end well for him. I could feel it...It was happening. Rather I was ready for it or not.
"Are you telling me what to do?" His voice became a little harsher as the anger can easily be heard.
"No, it was more of a strong suggestion. That I think you should adhere to." I was more concern with what I was going to do if I didn't get away from him, then anything he could possibly do to me. I didn't even see his hand coming towards my face; I was so consumed with getting control over my anger that was quickly becoming unruly, but the stinging pain of being slapped appeared on my cheek, bought back the reality.
"Well, I'd suggest that you be more careful who you make suggestions to." He looked at me as my hand automatically went to the source of the pain. I was shaking from the effort of trying to stay calm.
"Don't tell me you're going to start crying now, that was just a small love tap." He sounded like he was smiling. I couldn't see him my hair was covering my eyes, but when I did look up at him my vision was blurry.
"Did I not just tell you...not to touch me?" I could feel it...the tingles. It was happening. Again, it was about to happen, there was pain this time. My skin was stretching and it was tightening…it felt as though my skin was tearing at itself.
"What are you going to do to stop me, If decide to doing it again?" He reaches around my waist to grab a handful of my backside. And that was the straw that broke the camels back.
"I said...Do Not Touch Me!" I said through grit teeth. As the feelings became overwhelming they shot forward with such force it knocked him on his back. He hit the ground so hard he was out cold.
Once my vision cleared I saw that it wasn't just him on the ground...It knocks every one of those people who were guarding the entrance of the alley down. Not waiting for an informal invitation I picked up my I pod and run as fast as I could out of there and the rest of the way home.
I knew that wasn't the last time I'd have to deal with them or with that guy I later on found out was named Kyle. But, I learnt some valuable lessons that day...like always have tennis shoes with you at all times. Have some pants in your backpack just in case. And, never take the same route more than twice. I surely got an earful when I got home from my father once he saw the split lip.
And that's how this whole thing started by some guy's hurt pride. I'd hope that it would stay that just….a hurt pride and that was all, but I hoping wasn't going to be much help in this situation. In my heart of hearts, I knew it'll just get worse...
"Get her!"
"Don't get too close she'll kill you!"
Seems like word travels fast around here, it didn't take long for the events that took place in the alley with Kyle got out. He just had to go running his mouth like gossiping school girl, telling everyone the extreme vision of what happened that day.
The crowd has gotten bigger more and more people joined in trying to see what Kyle saw by accident, for them selves.
Trying to ignore them was getting more and more difficult. But ignoring them wasn't as hard as trying to avoid hurting them.
"Demon child!"
"We're going to send you back to hell, where you belong!"
All I could think about was running, harder, faster just trying to get away. This was my everyday routine...trying to go to school do my best to keep to myself, get good enough grades. And maybe...just maybe get home without having to explain how another cut or bruise has mysteriously got onto my face or arms or wherever.
I don't know why I was being made to come to this school; it was my dad's idea to stick me in this private catholic school. He said it would be easier to be in a place where they teach about love and acceptance, yeah right acceptance my ass. This –running from a group of kids, for the fear of hurting them- wouldn't even be an issue if they believed in love and acceptance. He said there weren't many students here because it was a private school; I won't feel like I was drowning I won't be overlooked.
But I would take that over being chased around like this everyday. With a small town like this it anyone can found out where you live, who you live with, and stuff like that….. people are just nosy.
They can keep track of me -my father says-, they would notice something was wrong -he says-. I could laugh at that thought if I wasn't otherwise preoccupied, with you know running for my life.
Why don't they just give up already? They have to be getting tired; I know I'm getting tired of this whole situation.
'Damnit I can't hurt them...I must not hurt them! They don't understand what they're doing. Stay calm, just stay calm!' I chant in head over and over. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears; it almost beats loud enough to drown out the stupidity these people were spewing.
"Get out of our town!"
"Better yet go back to whatever dimension you came from! You're not going to steal our souls!"
Where did they even get that part from? 'Steal our souls?' That's how I knew that Kyle guy did too much on the story telling of what happened that day.
Dodging rocks that were being thrown and branches that were hanging low from the trees, I try to pick up speed even with my legs already feeling like jelly, and thighs that were burning from the over usage. I made the horrible decision to look back at the small mob of different aged kids who've started following me, tripping over an old tree root. My whole body falls and slides cutting up my legs and forearms before coming to a stop.
I tried to get back up before they could catch up, but the pain -of running and getting hit with rocks and other things- was quickly becoming unbearable. It took me some time to get up; I tried to run away again, to get to my house where I would be safe. But it was too late they were already surrounding me with their choice weapons in their hands.
Slowly pulling myself together, I look up but my eyes were hooded by my hair. I waited to see what their next move was going to be. My blood was trickling down my arms into my shirt, then down my legs into my socks then into my shoes where it stays.
"Look...it bleeds. Maybe it's not a demon." The oldest looking guy spoke up boldly. He was one of the few people who still had their school uniform on. I could feel a coiling in my stomach, and a heat that's spreading just beneath the surface of my skin. Which meant that this whole situation was about to take a turn for the worst, if I couldn't get off somewhere by myself...some people, I mean a lot of people will get hurt.
"If it's not a demon then what is it?" A different person says I couldn't see them they were too far in the crowd.
"I just want to go home...why don't y'all just leave me be. I never hurt anybody. I don't know what you've heard about me but, I'm not a demon." I tried to appeal to their sensible side. Maybe their sympathetic side, once I saw it wasn't working I tried a different approach.
"If I were a demon I wouldn't be running from you all...I would be standing in front of you probably stealing your souls ,as you guy's so kindly put it, before you could even make a sound you'd all be dead. If I was a demon and I could steal souls why is Kyle still alive? He is the one who told you all about me did he not? " I spoke softly but firm. Everyone standing there looked towards Kyle; they were starting to doubt whatever it was that he told them, I could see it flash over their faces.
I don't understand….I stay to myself I don't get way they singled me out. This has been an ongoing thing in this fucked up town, ever since they saw my...ability to cover my whole body with flames.
I didn't even know I could do that in the first place, I was just so mad one day and bam! Flames everywhere covering me from head to toe, I don't know why or how I'm able to do it. All I know is that I can, and I do my best to not hurt anyone by keeping my abilities to myself. Luckily on that day I accidentally accessed my flames I wasn't too close to anyone to hurt them, after I got home, the office called saying that they wanted to talk to my dad, and when he got done with his talk, he sat me down and explained to me about self-control and weaker people and being the bigger person etc. And, I made a promise that I will not let someone make me mad enough to loose control of my ability…..till today I've been able to keep.
"Oh? It does know how to talk." Some girl with -what she says is designer jeans- and a t-shirt that reads; "Don't hate me because I'm pretty" spoke up next I glared at her, no sooner than hearing her voice I felt a sharp stinging pain on my cheek. Seeing a rock land some paces from me, I looked in the direction the rock came from, there was a girl standing there with quivering legs. Had her hand in mid air still, my lips curled up over my teeth, I snarled making her step back into the crowd.
"Just because it can speak, doesn't mean we want to hear your voice."
"Right, enough talk. Let's see those flames of yours." Kyle -wearing normal street clothes- said as my eyes widen, shaking my head furiously. I tried to back away from him. But hands appeared on my back and around my wrist before I could really react.
"Awe, what's a matter? You scared? Or can't you do it, the flames I mean?" He was in front of me now. I was being pushed towards him, while I stick my feet in the ground kicking to move backwards. But it was no use they held me still.
"I said Show me your flames of hell...you demon. Daughter of Satan! You're a freak you know that? You are not normal, why would your parents want something so weird...an abomination." He said venomously before bringing his hand hard across my face, with a loud echoing slap. When I said nothing nor did nothing, as the next hit came in contact with my gut. Leaning over with a grunt, breathing in shakingly, I tried to remind myself of the promise I made to my dad about fighting people knowing I had an unfair advantage. Knowing I was different and they were weaker than I.
But, at this point I was losing control and I didn't know if I could or even wanted to stop it.
"Demon child...Demon child."
"Spawn of Satan...Spawn of Satan!"
They begin to sing over and over as my vision started to blur and my will to keep my promise started to slip. And with the one last hit being at my stomach again, that was what caused it all to come crashing down. That overwhelming feeling of power and fire...heat...red...everything I had to hold back came bursting through, and I couldn't stop the menacing laughter that spilled out of my mouth.
"I-I-I don't see what's so funny?!" Kyle paused his assault on my stomach, stuttering slightly when he felt the change in the atmosphere. I lift my head to look at him in the eyes, I see him back up a bit; with widen eyes and a tremor ranking through his body.
"That's a good look for you." I can hear the change in my voice, I sound more confident more dangerous now than in the beginning.
"What are you talking about? Y-y-You're crazy!" He states like I don't know this already. I walked closer to him, pulling the human restraints with me. Tilting my head to the side a little, my smile never faltered.
"Fear! That's what I'm talking about! Fear looks really good on you...you should keep this look." The chanting has stopped and I took it upon myself to continue now that I have their attention.
"You wanted to see a demon, right? I'll be more than happy to show you one." My skin gave off this familiar tickle as the ball that seemed to be in my chest popped and from the corner of my eye I can see a glowing light.
The last thing I could remember seeing were frighten faces and blood curdling screams, before there was nothing...complete darkness.
Crackling, I hear crackling like a bonfire. I can smell burning...wood burning, maybe? I feel so tired... and dizzy. Oh no, I couldn't have.
Muffled coughing sounds came to my ears; the scene that came into focus was one for the books...that would hold all the stories of children's nightmares. The tree's that were there around me were burnt to a crisp, even some cars were on fire. More choking sounds come from somewhere by the middle of the road, walking towards the lump that seem to be quivering on the ground.
"urgghh!" The sound was becoming clearer the closer I got to it; I bend down once I was close enough to the form. Blinking a few times to clear the clouds in my eyes, I reach out to roll the body over to reveal the boy who was the main one taunting me Kyle was his name, he was also unfortunately standing in front of me when all this happened.
"Why? Why couldn't you just leave well enough alone...huh? Why didn't you heed my warning? None of this would've happened, if you would've just listened." I go to touch his face when he flinched or at least tried to but couldn't convey it completely. With having more than half your body covered in third degree burns, it will make movement kind of difficult.
"Nugggnn!" He mumbled, shaking his head furiously. I tried to be reassuring I'm not sure it got through.
"Stop moving I'm trying to help you!" I finally touch his cheek, I close my eyes to concentrate on lessening the pain and repair the skin the best I could.
*Please...p-please...don't kill me!*
*I'm so...so...sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. You were right I should've listened…..I'll listen from now on. Just, Pleeasssee! Don't!*
These two sentences and others similar to those were repeated over and over. My concentration was wavering not only with having his thoughts invading mine, but with the sounds of fast approaching sirens, I knew I needed to go but I couldn't leave without finishing what I started.
"I'm going to need you to shut up...if you want this to work. And if you want to come out looking right, having the right amount of eyes, teeth, fingers and toes...I would do as I say if I were you." I could almost recognize his face, his skin replacing itself.
*But I should leave you this way...for all the trouble you've caused me.* I smiled when he looks like he's trying to pass a baby calf through his pee hole. Breathing heavy, sweating profusely...it was funny if you stopped to think about it. I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I was.
I decided to disappear as the bright spotlight of the police cars turned the corner; I left the burns on his hands so the police will have no other choice, but to think that he and the other kids were playing with fire to cause this outcome. Seeing the damage I afflicted was heartbreaking, also knowing that I enjoyed the powerful feeling that always come with releasing my flames that fact had me feeling bad. But to put the icing on the cake I broke my promise I made with my dad...that makes me feel worse.
I finally when I got home to it was barely furnished house, I don't remember dad saying anything about us moving. But, God am I not happy about this? I am so sick of this town, and more importantly the townspeople.
I was about to call out, when both my parents appeared in the kitchen, their smiles dropped from their faces when they saw me. Rushing over to each other, I to them and them to me...I don't know when I started crying but at some point I did, clinging onto them for dear life. One arm around my dad and the other around my mom as my knees gave out, finally having the days events catch up with me. I cried so hard that I don't even remember falling asleep.
Waking up to the feel of soft silk covers and the smell of apples...wait a minute, I don't have silk covers?!
I slowly cracked open my eyes to be greeted by a blurry darkness. I sit up a little too quickly my skin gave a strange pulling sensation, causing a hiss to escape my lips. I swear under my breath as my brain quickly registered another presence in the room, paired with slight movement in the corner shadows of the room to confirm my suspicions.
"Come out! I know you're there, so you might as well quit the act." I stood up not even giving much thought to the painful stretching of my score and damaged skin made. Focusing on the figure in the corner, making sure I didn't miss a thing.
"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?" Says a male's voice as eyes that seem to glow slowly starts to leave their dark covering and enter into the sliver of light that seems to come out of nowhere.
"Who are you? What are you doing in here? Were you watching me sleep?" I looked around for any object I could use as a weapon that would do the most harm.
"You were awfully hurt when you got here...how did all those cuts and markings get on you?" He said totally ignoring my question, moving more and more out of his little hiding place.
Getting closer and closer to me, he didn't get too close to be in my personal space, but if I reached out I could hit him if I really needed to. I could make out his silhouette, he was taller than me and as more moonlight poured in through the curtains I could see his shoulder length jet black hair that really brought out his pale skin. His skin seemed to give off this light, almost like it was glowing, in an eerie type of way.
"Why don't you just answer my question...who...are...you?" I snarled balling my hand into a fist. I'll settle for my hands as my weapon...for now.
"Now, is that anyway to treat someone whom has allowed you to use their room and their bed as your own personal hospital bed?" He smiled when I tilted my head to the side a bit.
"I'm in your room?" I looked around once again; I knew when I first woke up that the bed I was in wasn't mine. I don't understand why I'm here. Or where 'here' is?
"But, why am I in your room? A person's room that I don't know at all, by myself with absolutely no supervision...where am I? Where are my father...and my mother?" My eyes land on him when I ended with my last question.
"You ask a lot of questions." And with that said he walks away towards the door. What the fuck? How can someone just end a conversation with another person like that?
"Hey, wait! Answer the question..." I take a step or two forward, now standing at the foot of the bed, I'm not too sure about getting any closer to him. He just smiles at my hesitation.
"Fine I'll give you, your answers. Now, to you first question I suggested you be brought to my room, and because I asked it, It was done. On to your second question; you are in Asgard. Your mother and father are in the great hall with my father, my mother and my brother." He waited studying me closely, before continuing.
"And lastly, to who I am...you should know that by now." He started to close the door, before I even realized that I was moving I was at the door, my hands shot out, stopping the door from closing.
"And what would make you believe that I would know who you are? I don't remember ever seeing you before." I saw his eyes flash and his smile flutter a little before he was smirking again.
"Of course, I'm sorry you're right! You just have...what was the saying? Ah, yes you must have 'one of those faces'... That reminds me of someone I used to know." He said with such sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry I'm not her. It must be...disappointing." I smile weakly at him. Am I trying to comfort him? I felt inclined to do so, I feel like I'm missing something here.
"Yes...I would say it is." He stared into my eyes; until I dropped my gaze fell to the ground awkwardly. As another thought came to mind.
"How, long have I been out?" I had no other choice than to look back up at him.
"A few days...I believe." His eyebrows scrunched together...concentrating. His face looks so...did he say a few days?!
"A few days! Did you just say a few...days?" I said voice getting higher and higher. I'm freaking out here, not like I don't have the right to. If I've been out for a few days then why are we still here? Why haven't we left yet? He says nothing only nods. I involuntarily looked down at myself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, for me to have to be out a few days...I don't even remember going to sleep.
I can see my ripped clothes were gone; I was now in a purple and green long dress with silver legging. I hope he did see me...I blushed a little at the thought. I hope to God he wasn't around he see me, or if I didn't do anything being on his bed...all this time. Oh God! How embarrassing!
"How did I...I mean you didn't...My clothes who changed me?" I couldn't have sounded any lamer than I did just then.
"Oh no, do not worry. Your mother changed you of course." He smiled again. I visibly relaxed thank goodness. That's all I didn't need was for some guy I don't know -who seems to know me- to have seen me...exposed without my knowing.
"You said I was in your room this whole time so I just thought that maybe you..." He cuts me off.
"No, I said you were brought to my room. Meaning you were somewhere else and I asked for you to be moved to my room." He clarified; I nodded before going back to the original point.
"Are you positive that I've been out for days?" I asked again.
"Yes, I do believe that's how long it's been since you and your family have arrived here. Now, when you see it fit to come down and join us please do. I'm sure you're hungry and a few days without food will take its toll on a moral's body. So it will do you some good to eat something...regain your strength. I'll tell your parent's you are awake." He begins to leave, going down the hall...he stalls, almost like he's contemplating something, having made his decision he turns back around meets my eyes and says.
"Loki." He simply states. I tilt my head to the side, while I voice my confusion.
"What?" My voice came out lower and softer than expected, I wondered if he even heard me, I was about to say it again when he speaks up beat me to it.
"The answer to your last question. Who am I? I am Loki prince of Asgard." Loki disappeared down the hall while I tried to digest that information.
Loki...prince of Asgard...a prince of what? And furthermore what the hell is a Asgard...? Or more importantly...where the hell is it?
An older man is sitting in his office signing different paperwork, with several people around him doing different things. Some are watching the television, others are running back and forth trying to gather the information he's been asking them for. He is not paying any close attention to the TV. until a quick flash of some extensive fire damage caught his eye.
"Turn that back." Those who were just lounging around stopped at the urgency of his voice. The one with remote switches it back two channels, when a well dressed newscaster flashed back on the TV. as she starts her morning report.
"Yes, hello there I'm Cindy Reefs and I'm here for your morning news report. There was an enormous fire that broke out late last night in Lucas County, Iowa. There were no casualties as far as we know; the details aren't sorted out completely. But, the police representative made a statement and I quote: 'That it may have been homemade explosives that some neighborhood kids got their hands on, nothing has been proven otherwise.' They've apprehended a young man name Kyle Thompson age 17 who had bruises and burns on his hands, he seems to be the only person's name the police are willing to release at the moment. No comments from the young man or his parents. And that is all the information that we have as of late. We will keep you updated as the information comes in...just stay tune. Up next we have a live report about a heroic dog who...!
"That's a lot of damage for some homemade bomb...don't you agree professor?"
"I do...I agree completely. Where was the last reading recorded from? What town?"
A young woman with short red hair and slender frame stepped forward with a clipboard in her left hand pressed to her chest, fumbling with a stack of papers in her left.
"It was...um...uh...I'm sorry...let me just find that document for you. Ah, yes here it is...it says...um...Iowa...Lucas County, Iowa." She looks at him nervously, giving a soft apology.
"Is that correct?" He leans into his desk, elbows landing on top of it.
"Yes, sir. That is correct; we've checked and then double checked just to make sure." A guy with sunglasses chimes in.
"Excellent...simply excellent. I've got you now; I won't let you get away." He smiles to himself, in a world all his own.
Hey, my peoples! Here another story I hope you guys like this. I got this idea about Loki having someone there for him, would really change anything about what he tried to do in New York in the movie.
I absolutely love Loki for some reason I can't explain...lol. So I made this for him woo! Its another OC pairing, I'll try to wrote an existing character pairing when I think of one. Its weird I've read a lot of existing character stories that I love...like Loki/Tony, Loki/Steve or even Sterek ones etc. But I can't seem to think of one to write myself.
Anywhooo, enough about me...If I made any mistakes I am human, but I'm willing to learn. So, feel free to point them out to me...if you'd like. I should come up with a better ending than this...but, yeah...don't forget to review that will mean alot to me if you did. Let me know how ya feel.
Okay, now I'm done...virtual hugs. ^_^
