Hello everyone!
This is my very first Avengers fanfiction, so I hope you won't find it too terrible and that some of you will like it. After reading a lot of traditional Avengers fics I decided to turn it up a notch and try something I'm mostly good at: adding some supernatural elements into it.
The setting is in an AU and plot is mostly about Loki and an OC I created, but the rest of the Avengers will appear/be mentioned from time to time. For the OC character's main dialogues I added on a few places two more languages (Hungarian and Croatian), but you'll find an exact (or as close as possible) translation in the [ ] brackets.
I hope you'll enjoy reading the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Avengers nor Loki, Marvel does. All I own is the OC I created and the idea for this story.
"Shit, I'm late!" was the first and only thing I thought as I jolted up in bed and tried to jump out of it.
Of course, someone up there was plotting an evil plan against me once again and instead of getting up from bed like any normal human being would, I managed to accidentally turn to my right side and meet the wall with my face. An angry 'Damnit!' slipped from my lips as I placed my hand over my painful nose.
Why did I even move my bed here?
Ah, of course.
Because my smart ass boyfriend Nathan wanted to "watch the stars" from bed.
Correction: he wanted to shag me under the stars.
Another correction: ex-boyfriend.
Finally getting up on the correct side of the bed, I hurried to the bathroom to see my nose and make sure how bad it all was. Uncovering my hands from in front of my nose I checked out how it looked like.
Thankfully it wasn't broken, only a little bit scratched from the impact with the wall. It would heal before I got to work.
WORK!
"Fuck!" I cursed again and practically tore the clothes off of me as I jumped into the little corner shower that occupied most of the bathroom.
Letting the cold water run I screamed slightly but then went on as I scrubbed my body with the delicious chocolate scented shower gel I always used.
Don't judge me; a girl needs some pampering sometimes! Finishing my extremely quick and short shower I dried myself up with a big towel and then ran back into the bedroom I basically lived in for a month now.
You see, I was renting a little, and when I say little I mean tiny, apartment which contained a bedroom, bathroom and an extremely small hallway into which I could fit maybe a pair of shoes. And under a pair of shoes I'm actually meaning a pair of flip-flops that I folded together.
Thankfully I already prepared the clothes yesterday and all I had to do was throw them all on. I combined red and black today, only because I could. And because it was Monday and I needed something to cheer me up a bit.
Oh how I hate Mondays.
Mondays are usually the worst days for everyone because it meant work starts all over again, but I had a special reason to hate Mondays.
Today I wore a sleeveless, quilted red peplum shirt with a big black bow on my waist, a pair of simple black skinny jeans and red plush pumps on my feet. Considering it was a pretty cold spring I took a black blazer on and I was almost ready to leave. While I was underlining my eyes with the black eyeliner and putting on black mascara onto my eyelashes, I was troubling myself with the look of my hair. It was a big cloud of messy, fuzzy red hair that was standing everywhere but where it should have.
Did I mention how much I hate Mondays?
Quickly and roughly I brushed my hair while a fit of English, Croatian and Hungarian curses left my lips.
Honestly, even a pirate would blush beside me when I started cursing.
Once it was done I brushed it backwards, twisted it a few times turned it upwards and fixed it with a fancy looking boule barrette. In the past I was asked a few times if it was antique or expensive and my inner snob answered that it belonged to my great-grandmother and that it was a family heredity.
The fact was, I bought it for 4,99 in a dollar store years ago. But hey, it's all about the looks, right?
Once I was finally ready to go I picked up my port-folio file which I needed for my work, my keys and phone and ran out after locking the apartment.
It was a busy day and apparently no cab wanted to stop, so I decided to run for it and try to catch a bus. While I was running down the street my pumps decided to act up and I stumbled forwards for a moment before I managed to catch my balance again and steady myself.
"Jebeni ponedjeljak…" [Fucking Monday…]
Dusting myself off, I stomped my foot on the pavement, threw my arm out at the next cab approaching and yelled at the top of my lungs: "Taxi!"
It stopped with the tires screeching right beside me, so all I did was open the door, jump in and give the men the directions to the office I headed. Looking at my phone I realized it was already half past eight and I was really late.
The traffic was a mess as usually and the driver took the longer routes so he could get more money from me, and get me into even more trouble on my very first day of job. Guess who's not getting any tips for this ride…
After half an hour we finally pulled up to the huge building and I paid the dude then ran up the stairs.
Once again someone up there definitely hated me because in one moment I was running up the stairs and in the next moment I was laying on top of a guy.
"Out of my way, you imprudent mortal" he hissed at me in a venomous way and pushed me off himself while getting up from the stairs.
The men I accidentally bumped into was tall and slim, but he was pretty strong considering how easily he pushed me away from himself. He was wearing a long black coat and a suit underneath it, while a green and golden scarf hung around his neck in a casual way. His black hair was well combed and gelled backwards as it looked so fantastic, and his magnificent blue eyes shot me an angry glance.
My own blue eyes locked to his and for a moment I felt as if I was chained to him, but in the next moment I blinked and it disappeared.
What the Hell was that?
Shaking my head I got up from the stairs, picked my things up and hurried inside the building.
"I'm late, so late…"
Taking the elevator I was soon in front of the office of my new boss. For a moment I stopped in front of a window and looked at my reflection.
"Terrible…" I mumbled as I fixed my hair and tried to calm myself down a little bit.
"Alright Zoey Smith, you can do this" I smiled at my reflection and then knocked on the door before walking inside.
Instead of only my boss sitting there, there were at least five more business people who looked up at me in the same moment. My boss looked up at me with an extremely frustrated look, signaled me to get out and then got up from his chair. As I was backing away and closing the door after myself I could see how he sighed deeply, excusing himself from his clients for a moment and hurried out of the office to meet me.
"Can this day get any worse?" I asked while clutching my file in my hands in a nervous death grip.
"Miss Zoey Smith?" he men asked with a strict look on his face as he aligned his tie.
"Yes sir" I answered silently and tried to look as small as possible.
"I thought I have sent you the rules of this company before I offered you the job" he said in an icy tone that was making my stomach flip onto itself.
This was not good…
"You have, sir" I answered shortly and nodded my head a bit.
"You're late two hours on your very first day, you run into a very important meeting and you look terribly inappropriate" he gave me the facts that were making me want to run away from him and hide.
I just opened my mouth to apologize and promise it won't happen ever again, when he raised his hand with his palm towards me and cut me off before I could say anything.
"Do not apologize Miss Smith. There's no point in that anymore. I'm afraid we will have to let you go before we even started cooperating. Goodbye" and with that my career in the biggest marketing company in Manhattan was over.
All I managed to do was turn around, stomp down to the elevator, get in and curse on Hungarian this time.
"A fenébe!" [Damn it!]
"When I asked if this day could get any worse I was hoping to have it better, not worse. It wasn't a damn bet!" I yelled at no one really, but at the sky.
Running my hand down my face I sighed deeply and felt like the worst person on Earth.
The only thing that actually distracted me was the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up at the camera that was in the elevator, but immediately realized it wasn't what disturbed me. Throughout the many years I learned how to handle those. Was it paranoia then? Why did I feel all jumpy suddenly while standing in an elevator all alone?
Closing my eyes to calm my wild heart I clutched my file to myself and rested my back against the cold aluminium wall. Suddenly I felt a cold hand touch my chin and I could actually see a pair of shiny eyes in front of me.
With a little yelp I jolted and opened my eyes to confront whoever was stupid enough to touch me, but there was nobody.
"What the-" I started my question when the elevator stopped on my floor and the 'ping' sound let me know I'm on the lowest level.
Shaking off the stupid feeling I stepped outside and walked out of the building as if everything was under control, while I was trembling from the inside.
I haven't felt like this for a whole century since…
Since he was gone from my life and I lived freely.
Shaking my head once more to make the negative thoughts and memories go away, I decided to concentrate on the present instead of basking in the past.
I guess being a marketing agent wasn't my thing either. I could get another thing off my very long list.
'What a great success…' I noted sarcastically and left the stupid job opportunity I didn't even want in the first place.
I knew that the worst part was yet to come, I didn't want to admit it to myself. But as soon as I stepped out of the big building I felt my veins start to burn with hunger and need.
It was Monday, which meant I had to feed.
That's it for now! I hope you liked it at least a bit. Tell me your thoughts about this fic in the review section and if you have any questions I'll be glad to answer them!