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Hey guys I have a new story because it'll be a while to update other stories and I have the first three already written on this one! So here's the first chapter of Breathe.

Loki looked around the darkened neighborhood street for a house. He didn't really care where, just anywhere for the night. He settled on a house on the corner. He turned invisible as there was an open window. He looked through the window to see a girl, no older than eighteen sitting on a couch watching some flickering images on a TV. Loki couldn't see much of her other than her face in the darkness. He watched as she stood up and walked out of the room. Loki looked at the couch and transported in front of it. He sat on the floor as the girl returned. He watched as the girl sat back down on the couch. She let out a large yawn and turned off the box with the moving pictures. She lay down on the couch and her eyes flickered closed. Loki stood up and looked at the girl. He pulled on a blanket above her and covered her. Loki noticed that there was a bag next to her. He quietly opened it revealing a small leather case. He flipped it open revealing an image of her with words next to it.

"Emily," Loki muttered the girl's name.

He put the leather case back into the bag and looked around the room. It was simple, not lavish. Loki looked at the glowing digits of a clock. It was midnight in midgardian time. Suddenly the girl stirred. Loki quickly turned invisible as the girl sat up. He watched as she looked at the blanket in confusion. Loki slowly appeared.

Emily Winters shook her head to clear the thoughts. She had fallen asleep for a second, but something woke her up. She looked down at the heavy blanket that had been placed on her. She knew she didn't do that. She took in a sharp quiet breath as she took in the darkness. She let out a gasp when she saw Loki's two green eyes. Loki watched as the girl launched out of the couch and into the nearby kitchen. Loki followed her calmly, sensing what she was going to do. He watched as she pulled a sharp knife out of a drawer.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Emily asked shakily holding the knife out in front of her.

"It's unwise to leave a window uncovered in the middle of the night," Loki said placing his arms in a surrender position.

She glanced past him for a second before her attention snapped back.

"Answer my other question."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you,"

"Try me,"

"I am Loki," he said.

Images flashed through Emily's mind of the images from her school when they studied mythology.

"He's crazy,"

"I told you."

"Prove it 'Loki.'" She sneered and her eyebrows creased together.

"Behind you,"

Emily turned her head and saw another Loki. She stared at him for a moment before turning back. She didn't expect the original Loki to knock the knife from her hand. Emily's eyes widened as she watched the blade slide across the floor out of her reach.

"What do you want?" Emily asked trembling.

"I want power, my throne, Midgard, my honor back," Loki said threateningly taking steps towards her.

"What the?" Emily said pressing up against the counter.

"But what I need is a shelter and you will provide it for me. Remember, I have no qualms with killing you." He said bringing his hand, sparking with magic, close to her throat.

"Fine," she gasped taking in a sharp breath.

Loki stood up straight and smirked.

"But you're sleeping on the couch," she glared and lead the god back into the living room.

"Thank you my dear," Loki said smirking at the grimace she made.

"If you need anything third door on the right, and don't call me 'dear.'" Emily sighed and walked to her room.

She closed the door and leaned against it sliding to the floor. She looked up at the ceiling.

"Why me? I did nothing wrong, I kept a quiet life and then he's thrown in like a Uno wild card." Emily sighed.

She sat in silence playing with the cross necklace around her neck before pulling herself up and changing into decent pajamas. She pulled on gray sweat pants and a camisole. Emily debated on a sweatshirt but decided against it. She wearily climbed into her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Loki sat awake for a while after all the lights in the house were turned off. He closed his eyes and remembered the voice of the Allfather then falling into swirling darkness.

"No Loki," Loki shuddered at the memory.

He lay down onto the old couch and tried to fall asleep with much difficulty. Throughout the night he woke up sporadically. He cursed the mortal for forcing him onto an uncomfortable piece of furniture.

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