Title: Hurricane

Chapter: 1/?

Author: TimeTravellingDayDreamer

Characters: Loki/OFC-Chelsea

Fic Summary/Original prompt: A young Midgardian woman is haunted by recurring dreams of Loki. The dreams are always same in nature; a smoky haze of green and gold, glimpses of the mischievous God as possessive words echo in her head. OFC tries to ignore the dreams entirely until the man finally pays her a visit in person. (Prompt from magicalblogofwonder on tumblr)

Full Summary: Chelsea is your average teenage girl, a senior in high school with a small group of friends. She keeps a journal like anyone else her age does and yet despite all this, she has attracted the attention of a certain God of Mischief. He visits her in her sleep and despite all the proof that is given to her that he is real, she still cannot believe it. Will he eventually show himself to her outside of her dreams and will it be enough to convince her?

Rating: Atm, T (Subject to change later)

Author's notes/warnings: UPDATE! The date is now April 5th 2016 and it has been quite some time since I have worked on this story. I took it down after making the desicion of doing a bit of editing before resending it out into the wild. So hopefully you all enjoy it and thank you all for taking the time in reading this first chapter and hopefully the many other chapters to come. This is the first Loki fic of mine that has a substantial plot and ending to it and I would love to thank magicalblogofwonder (on tumblr) in helping me with ideas and collaborating a bit on the plot of the story. It is her prompt anyway, so I though it only fair to incorporate her ideas into this story. Also! I would very much love some feedback on this chapter please! It would be very much appreciated! Oh! And one more thing, at the end of reading each chapter I am going to be adding a preview of the following chapter to come, so please, stay tuned!

Chapter 1: An Encounter of Sorts

Three nights; three nights in a row Chelsea has been having these very strange and yet intriguing dreams. Chelsea has never been one to have recurring dreams before in her life. Hell, she often times could hardly ever recall any of the dreams she did have, and when she could, well, they were simply just blips of random scenes that truly had no meaning at all. So when this one repeated itself very vividly for three nights in a row she just knew that something else was going on.

They were always the same in nature. First, she would find herself in a dark room and she would try to find her way out but there were no doors, no windows, absolutely no way for her to escape this eerie darkness. And then the cold chill would wash over her from behind and over her shoulders. She would shiver and whirl around to figure out where this cold chill was coming from but all she could see was this haze of green and gold against the black back drop. The two colors were actually pretty bright and so Chelsea was thankful for some sort of lighting, but that's when she saw the shadows. The shadows frightened her the most, the way they seemed to tower high above her and the way that those horns curved backwards atop the man's head made her believe that she was being visited by the Devil himself.

His laugh would haunt her, and if possible, they would send even more chills running down her back, causing her to wrap her arms tighter around herself in a way to try and keep her warm, safe even. But it was really no use because it was usually then that he would speak directly to her.

"Ohh don't be frightened Little One..." Chelsea would scream and turn around, reaching out as if to push him away but she was met with nothing but air and yet she could hear his laughter off in the distance. Her heart would pound loudly in her ears as she would realize that she was being toyed with. Why, she had no idea, but she certainly wasnt enjoying it.

"Go away!" She would scream at him, but he only continued to whisper into her ear.

"You won't be able to be rid of me so easily I assure you." Chelsea would jump away from this man's voice and scream at him again, begging him to leave her alone and yet he would continue this little dance with her until she finally had enough and willed herself to wake up.

This happened three nights in a row and on the third night, Chelsea climbed out of bed and sat down at her desk, pulled out her journal from the top drawer and began to write down everything from the darkness, the green and gold mist, to his strangely attractive English accent. She wrote down how much it frightened her and how much it intrigued her all at the same time. She knew that she must be insane for finding this sort of dream captivating, any other normal person would be afraid to go back to sleep after such a dream. Sure, she was a bit apprehensive before sleep, but never before had she ever experienced such a vivid dream and for three nights in a row no less. She wanted to find out more about this man - needed to - and to see why the hell he was visiting her every night.

So, before she finished writing in her journal she made a mental note – as well as a physically written note – that the next time she has this dream, she was going to fight and demand that he make himself known to her and then demand to know why he was continuously visiting her.

Unfortunately for her, the dreams didn't continue for four days straight and throughout those four days she was growing increasingly frustrated. This was insane, it was absolutely insane. Just when she made the conscious decision to take control the next time that it happens, the dreams stop altogether. It was cruel, and hell, being frustrated at the situation only proved to frustrate her even more. It was an endless cycle. It has never been normal for Chelsea to become so worked up over something as simple and trivial as a dream. But it did anyway, and it drove her mad.

Her friends at school had asked her if everything was okay at home with her dad and Chelsea would lie and tell them that yeah, everything was just fine. Well, technically things were just fine at home, it was just the damn dreams she was having and then not having for four nights in a row. Her best friend, Sadie, was especially worried. She knew everything there was to know about Chelsea and she definitely knew when something was wrong with her. She also knew that it was best to be patient with her about certain things, poking and prodding wasn't always the best method. Sadie should know she has learned it the hard way.

This particular Thursday had been a boring one. Well, it probably wouldn't have been if Chelsea had involved herself in the things that her friends were doing at school. They were having another one of those Spirit Weeks where everyone could dress up in the school's colors and join in some pretty interesting games during lunch. Chelsea didn't usually get involved in the games, but she watched and was more or less engaged in it all.

But after these past few days she just couldn't bring herself to enjoy any of it. Her mind was stuck on these dreams that she suddenly stopped having and it was starting to take its toll on her concentration. Hell, even during dinner she was distant and not saying much of anything to her father.

"Honey, are you sure you are okay? You just seem really…I don't know, distracted." Her father asked that night at the dinner table.

Chelsea had been idly pushing around her mashed potatoes for the past couple of minutes, the look in her eyes distant. When her father spoke again about her sudden change in demeanor she took in a deep breath and sat back in her seat. She reached for her glass of water and took a sip before setting it back down on the table and smiled at her father. "Yeah dad. Sorry, it's just I have a pretty big math test tomorrow and well…You know how I hate math."

Her father smiled and chuckled lightly. "Yes, I know that very well."

Chelsea took one last bite of her potatoes and another sip from her glass of water. "Which reminds me; I should probably go study for a while before I go to bed. I want to make sure I get some sort of decent grade tomorrow."

"Okay Honey. Don't worry about the dishes tonight, I will get to them." He watched as Chelsea stood to her feet with her plate and glass of water in her hands. She set her glass down on the counter and dumped her food into the garbage can. Before she could leave the kitchen altogether, he stopped her. "Chelsea? Remember, if there is anything you need, just let me know okay?"

Chelsea smiled. "I know dad. Good night."

"Good night."

Chelsea left for her bedroom and of course, she didn't study. She just didn't feel the need. Instead, she decided to spend the next hour or so idly surfing the internet and she may or may not have tried looking up what recurring dreams meant. Unfortunately, though, she didn't find anything substantial to her own situation. All she really found were articals that discussed things like what it meant to dream about losing your teeth.

So, with a sigh she shut her computer down and pulled out her journal from the top drawer of her desk and began to write.

February 10th 2011

So, it's been four days since my last dream of this very mysterious man. Well, I don't know if I would particularly call him a man, there is something about him, something different and more than simply human. Hell, I would wager that he isn't human at all. Haha. I mean, what normal male human being would have such a deep and smooth accented voice, a voice where you can practically hear the grin on his face. Certainly not any guy that I know, that's for sure. Oh, and the way his peculiar shadow moved about the room showed that there was a purpose in his movements, despite – of course – my obvious discomfort at the nature of the dream.

Hmm…I have done nothing these past four days except muse about this mysterious man in this damned journal. I should seriously just give up any hope that I had in figuring him out, it's pretty clear that by this point those dreams aren't going to return, and even if they do, how the hell am I going to be able to take control of it? I've never really known how to lucid dream before...

Ugh, it's just all so very frustrating when it really shouldn't be. Besides, it's starting to get late and I have a quiz tomorrow. Yayyy…Not I seriously hate math...

Anyways, until next time!

It was that night that the dream had finally returned. First, came the sudden buzzing noise in her ears and then the heaviness came about her shoulders, engulfing her in darkness. Normally Chelsea would be frightened by this point, but once she saw the green and gold mist floating about the darkness, a grin came over her features. At last! Finally she could get some answers!

"Hello again Little One." The man whispered into her ear, his voice sending a chill down Chelsea's spine and causing her to shout from the shear suddenness of it. This was her chance to take matters into her own hands and there was no way that she was going to pass it up.

"Who the hell are you?! And why are you here?!" She shouted, spinning around in hopes that she could catch him standing behind her. But, of course, he wasn't there. Instead, she saw his silhouette glide swiftly across the walls.

The strange man chuckled darkly in her ear from behind, amusement clear in his voice as he spoke. "I'm impressed. Your bravery is very commendable for you know not who you are speaking to."

Chelsea ignored the way his breath seemed to blow gently against her neck and whirled around once more, but he still wasn't there. His laughter rang out about the room and she was starting to get a bit irritated. "Then who am I speaking to!" She waited for his response, but there was none. For a moment Chelsea feared that the dream was soon going to change into something completely different and that she would wake in her bed once more without answers. But, luckily, the green and gold mist continued to swirl about the room and showed no signs what so ever of dissipating. "This really isn't funny…"

And then suddenly his deep voice spoke into her ear, his breath cool against her skin. "Oh, but I certainly think so."

Chelsea spun around yet again with the idea that she was going to smack this guy across the face for simply toying around with her the way that he was, but once more he wasn't there. She growled out in frustration and stamped her foot against the floor. "Just tell me who you are, please!"

He laughed again. He was still behind her, but thankfully he wasn't right at her ear this time. The thought of this mysterious man standing right behind her didn't really sit right with her. "A bit impatient, are we? But…I suppose I could show you."

Oh God. This was it, wasn't it? Was this guy really going to go through with his word and allow Chelsea to see him, to know what he looked like? Or, was he going to continue playing these games with her and not show her at all. She didn't know what to truly believe, but she supposed that there was only one way to find out for sure.

"Go ahead darling, turn around." And so, despite her rapid beating heart coupling with an overwhelming feeling of apprehension, Chelsea turns around with her eyes trained to the floor. At first she didn't really expect to see anything, she fully believed that he was just going to play more tricks on her. But, then she saw his boots standing there before her. Her gaze continued to travel upwards as she slowly took in the man that stood before her. His attire was something that she had never seen before; such clothing only seemed fit for a character out of a science fiction movie. He wore black leather trousers, what appeared to be a dark green undershirt of sorts fixed to his body underneath even more leather and a bit of armor. His pitch black hair was a bit long and slicked back and it contrasted beautifully against his pale face. But those eyes, those striking green eyes held a glimmer of undeniable mischief in them and Chelsea was without a doubt done in. She couldn't look away, not even if she wanted to.

"Hello there." The man grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I am Loki, of Asgard and…" He paused and gazed off to the side for a brief moment before turning his attention back on Chelsea to resume. "…I believe it's time for you to wake up." And with a snap of his fingers, Chelsea's alarm went off and she jolted awake in her bed.

She cursed and slammed her hand down on the alarm to stop the shrill noise and covered herself in her blankets. Fuck! Why was her room so damned cold? And why the hell did the dream have to end like that? She got what she wanted though, right? He told her who he was and where he was from, but not why he chose her out of all people to follow. Damn.

Chelsea rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Loki of Asgard huh?" Somehow, she just knew that this wasn't going to be the last that she heard of him. There was no doubt that he was going to return and turn her whole world upside down.

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She continued to read onto the second page when a sudden cold breeze blew over her right shoulder. She froze on the spot and lifted her head from gazing down at the words on the pages, her eyes wide and fixed on the shelf in front of her. There was a presence standing directly behind her and there was a slight buzzing in her ears. The air behind her was suddenly cold and she could only imagine that someone was standing directly behind her and there was no doubt that that someone was Loki. It was the same feelings from her dreams.