Love Is Chaos, A Loki Love Story

-Liona-

I'm the only one who actually showed up to school today. Last day of school, and we have to do work. No wonder. But today I get to write a paper on whatever I want. And I know exactly want I'm doing. Loki. God of Mischief and Trickery. He is the purest form of perfection that exceeds any other being, mortal or god, that ever has, is, or will walk this earth. His shoulder length hair in midnight black, skin paler than a full moon, and those eyes. Oh god, those eyes. A startling blue, lighter in the center and darkening towards the edges. It shows emotions perfectly. A light sky for happy. Cold and icey for anger. And sadness. It's too much. His eyes are blue like a lake, scared and cold, hoping for warmth that never comes. It hurts me, it breaks my heart to see him like that, on the brink of tears, raining sadness. But he rarely ever breaks down like that, and I am thankful for that. My heart is hard to reach, but Loki has gotten there. After years of building a wall around my heart, he has broken through with a single glance. People say I'm crazy for believing in him, that he's just a fairy tale to keep the kids quiet. But I know better. He is real, up there, in his castle with a female god that is much better for him, better for him than me. It breaks my heart to think that she is winning the contest that my entire life is about. Without him, I am nothing. I love him, with all of my heart. Please Loki, come take me away. Far away from these ignorant fools and heartbreakers, let me leave them behind. Take me somewhere, anywhere, as long as it's with you forever, holding me tight and looking into my eyes like we're the only people left in the world.

I sound ridiculous. Back to the paper.

-Loki-

In the bath I am calm. No worries about the throne, just me and what matters to me. Outside, colour is bursting in pink and red heart shapes, since today is the most romantic day of the year. I slam the shutters closed angrily. I hate this day. My eyes start to sting. I don't have a lover. Loki, stop it I think. I am a god, I can't cry, I am strong. Nobody loves me. That breaks me. Tears are rolling down my face as I realize that I will live the rest of my existence alone and bitter. I pull myself together, barely, and exit the bath. Thor asks me if I am alright, since my eyes are still red and watering. I say I got soap in my eyes and exit to my room. No gods here will ever think about me in a loving way. I will have to go someone else. Earth. That's a good place. Thor found his love there, even when women were falling behind him here. But I feel like someone is calling to me, from a small city in Earth. I will find her, even if I have to tear all of Earth apart to get to her.

-Leona-

A meteor landed in the closest big city to me. I'm in Oshawa, it landed in Toronto. Kinda scary, if you think about it. I went down there by myself. My parents are drunks and couldn't care less about me, I was an accident in their eyes. I just got my G2, so I went by myself. The crater is huge, but it's empty. Nobody knows where the meteor went. I lean down to jump into it, and I slip and fall in. I dust the dirt off my pants and check out the deepest part. I have a sudden realization. It came to me like a vision.

Loki.

-Loki-

I had a crash landing on Earth, not my most graceful, but her voice is stronger now. This is insane. Why am I going after a girl that I don't even know, and she may or may not even exist? Because I am desperate and I love the sound of her voice. The soft chiming of bells, soft and quiet, gentle and calming. I can only imagine what her singing sounds like. If she looks as beautiful as she sounds, then nobody, mortal or god, could pull me away from her. Except her. If she does not love me, then I will go, heartbroken and empty, with no purpose in life.

-Leona-

I start running, somewhere, anywhere to find him. I can feel his presence, a distinct scent and temperature that makes me feel a certain way. It is cold, with a wind blowing, and he smells of cinnamon and fresh carnations. It is lovely, safe and I feel warm even in the cold. Is that what love does to you? Make you feel perfect when your dream is impossible? I know Loki is a god and he is too good for me, even if he is here, but I keep thinking that he's here for me. I see a figure in the meadow, the scent getting stronger. Standing there, cape blowing in the wind, hands held in front of him, staring right at me. Oh my god. Is it...? It can't be... Not... for me?

Loki is here for me?

-Loki-

I found her, and she is perfect. Destroying a piece of this city was worth it, for I was correct in my suspicions. She is beautiful. Shortly cut brown hair tight to her head, tanned completion that makes her look like she has bathed in gold dust, and her eyes. A bright, startling, vivid, vibrant, beautiful green .I can see the fear, questioning and surprise in those eyes. I am guessing she knows who I am. I walk up to her. I hold her close and tell her what I have done to find her. She stares in disbelief and fear. That fear is still there, like a thorn in my side. She does not say a word. I think she has decided to not love me and I try to hold back. I turn around before I break down in front of her. She should not have to see one of the strongest beings in the universe cry in front of her. I do break down, but with my back turned to her. She does not need this. I must deserve this, I am not good enough for her. I try to keep my sobs silent, but it does not work. This is the worst moment of my entire existence.

-Leona-

He speaks to me. I am mesmerized. He speaks like an angel. No, angels are not perfect enough. He is perfection, in the rawest state of the word. I am paralyzed. My dreams have come true, but now that it's here, I don't know what to do. He lets go of me and I want to pull him in again. He turns around and walks away. I hear small sniffs, and a drop of water hits the ground beneath him. Turn around, I tell him. Let me see you... He turns and he breaks my heart, and it hurts more than it has ever before. His eyes, his blue eyes, have red seeping into him, like blood in a crystal blue river. His tears are rolling down his face, but he is struggling to stay calm, or 'manly'. I tear up. I pull him in and kiss him. My first kiss. Wow. My first kiss is with a Nordic god. Why not. I pull away and take his hand. Come, I tell him. He follows me to my car and I take him to my house. He is silent on the way there.

I have him. He's mine. My Loki.

-Loki-

She is perfect, in the rawest state of the word. I don't deserve her. I cannot think of something to say. I just wait until we arrive at her house. She sends me upstairs first and she says she is going to tell her parents she has someone over. I sit on her bed and observe the room. It is all a deep green, the colour of my cape. There are drawings of people on the wall, and a golden horned helmet on the wall. The drawings look like me. She does not just know how I am, she knows everything about me. I change into my other outfit, the one with the horns to match her helmet. I hear yelling from downstairs. Crash. Bang Bang. It does not sound good. Then I hear my girl crying. That is when I take action. I take out my staff and run downstairs. What I see is horrible. Her parents are or top of her, her mother sitting on her slapping her and her father is slicing her leg with a broken beer bottle. But worst of all, she wasn't surprised. She cried of pain, but not of shock. It was like she expected this. That threw me over the edge. I pointed my staff at the father first and blew him back. I then whacked the mother upside the head and knock her unconscious. Her father comes barrelling towards me and I do my famous 'Pole Dancer, move; I hold on to my staff upright and I spin around it, legs out, holding with my arms and kicking him in the head. He is out cold as well. I grab my girl and get in the car. She is fading out of consciousness. I hold her close and warm and treat her leg until she wakes up.

-Leona-

The pain is excruciating. No biggie.

I was waiting for my weekly beating, so it was no surprise that they snapped tonight. They were really rough today, but that was to be expected. I can't have any fun, I'll grow up to be a slutty bitch if I do. Not like them, of course. They're perfect. But Loki, he came and saved me. They would have kept going. The anger on his face scared me, like he was going to attack me, too. But he took me away, far from that world of pain and into a new world of calm pleasure and love. I was slipping away, but I'm used to that. The last sight I saw was Loki's perfect face, lovingly staring down at me, with anger and worry mixed in there too. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

And then there was black.

-Loki-

She is still sleeping. I guess that's a good thing. She needs her rest. I cleaned up her cuts, scrapes and bruises, and she only looks like she fell off a bike. I love her. I don't even know her name, but she is my soulmate. I say it out loud a couple times. I lean down and kiss her, and hold her close. Her eyes slowly open, and she shivers. I take off my cape and wrap her in it. How do you drive this? I ask her. We need to get as far away from here as possible. She understands and teaches me quickly. I am able to convince all of the police that pull me over that they need not worry about me, for I am not the problem. We get away and stay on the tip of a mountain nearby, not a tall one. We are safe and happy.

My love and I.

-Leona-

My name is Leona, I said. I am in love, I have fallen in love, I have fallen the equivalent of 150 CN towers and 800 Grand Canyons. I think about the fight last night. I laugh. He asks me what is so funny. You should become a pole dancer! I said. He laughs and puts his staff in the ground and does a little for me which ends with him upside-down. I kiss him Spiderman-style. He smiles and asks me about what I like to do. I told him that I like chaos. Anything bad, crazy, no blue skies and green grass for me. He told me he agrees. We set a fire and he played with it, using his power. He made all different animals and plants, he even made us. I love him with all my heart, and more. He broke the walls and embraced my heart. He makes me feel like nothing will ever be wrong ever again. It's a wonderful feeling. I just hope that he doesn't leave me here be myself again. If he has to leave, I wish he would take me with him.

-Loki-

I have to go home. I am going to take her with me. I love her too much to let her go. She wants to come with, and we go back to her house, well, not anymore, to get her stuff. Her parents had already put her stuff on the street, but were sitting with their beer and ciggeretts, waiting for her. They didn't see me behind her, and they stood up and flipped out their knives. I stepped in front of her and they gave me a dirty look and sat down. We picked up her stuff as her parents screamed things like 'You leave my daughter alone you bastard' and 'Don't you come back here or your little girl will feel the pain of my knife!'. I blasted them both back and we drove away.

-Leona-

I don't miss my parents. I'm glad I'm gone. He took me far away, to a meadow that is a dull yellowy-brown. He told me to change into something else, something that kinda matches his outfit. I knew just the thing. I went into the car and I changed into my fanciest outfit. I knew he would love it. It flatters me so much.

-Loki-

She left to the car. It's a convertible, so I have to try not to look. I want a surprise anyways. She finally came out, and she was perfect. Is it possible for her to be more perfect? More beautiful? I didn't think so, but now...

She is wearing a skin tight black leather top with a gold square neckline. Her shoulders are covered with a golden plank with her forest green cape. She is also wearing a deep green leather skirt. Her black leather boots work perfect with this outfit and of course the horns. Not as long as mine, but they complement her face. I think she is ready.

-Leona-

He takes my hand. It's warm and surprisingly soft. He pulls me into him and holds me close as he pulls out his staff. He looks away from me as he puts his staff in the ground, shouts some words I don't understand, and lifts his staff right in the air. A lightning bolt strikes his staff as a storm starts to whip around us. He only smiles. We start to lift into the air. He looks at me and holds me tighter, to make sure I don't slip. We speed there, to his home and away from mine. It's time to meet the parents.