A Loki Fanfic: A Tad Unexpected

by Mlake31

Marissa Laclaire. Music runs through her veins, and she works alongside her best friend. Pretty normal right? Well, that was until her family was chosen to house a criminal for a few years. Yes, a criminal. None other than Loki Laufeyson himself. Stripped of his powers, and cast out with people he barely knew. They both fought like siblings. Until one started falling for the other.

1. Chapter 1

A Loki Fanfic: A Tad Unexpected, Part 1, An Unexpected Guest

Stupid. Absolutely stupid. I shoved the money in the cash register, not caring what order it is in, and slide the women across the counter her coffee. The poor lady looked to me with a shocked, and worried expression, and hurried out the Starbucks door. I slide my green visor off from my blonde ponytail, and walk in the back break room, throwing it on a table. This cannot be happening. "Hey Mar, whats up?" My friend Katie asks, walking into the break room. I hated working here, all of the customers were assholes, and all of the employees were either perverts or weird as hell. Katie was the only one I generally liked, and we had bonded over my last few months of working here. "My life just got 10 times worse." I say, padding my fingers on the table. I had just received a call from my brother, fifteen minutes back. It was not what I had expected. "Why?" Katie asks, genuine concern in her voice. I shook my head, and looked out to the line of customers out the door, waiting to be served by a cashier that wasn't present. "Apparently my family was chosen to house some 'criminal' as some sort of experiment." I whisper, hoping that none of the other employees hear me. Katies eyes grow wide, then narrow in confusion. Some agency, S.H.I.E.L.D or something, had chosen my family to house one of their inmates until it is safe for them to return home. It had to have been the craziest thing I have ever heard. When my brother called me, I could tell he didn't know what was going on either. I guess my Dad told him, but I guess this 'villain' is supposed to come tomorrow morning. "So... You're house is being used as a rehab center?" Katie laughs. I smile at her, trying to ease the tension in my mind. I look out of the room once again, and notice someone else finally cashiering. "Yeah." I answer. This was certainly going to be interesting.

I walk into my house, only to hear yelling. Which isn't surprising, but still not the most pleasant thing to walk into. "You mean to tell me, you AGREED to have this man in our house!" My Mom yells from the living room. I glance over from the kitchen into the wide room, my dad sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, and my mom standing looking down at him. "We need the money." My Dad mumbles. My mother throws her hands to her hips, her mouth falling open. "We needed the, money?" She begins, more anger growing in her voice with every word. "He's a CRIMINAL, Blake! What if he hurts Devon, or rapes Marissa..." "Hi." I interrupt, "I'm in the room." I say, letting my purse fall from my shoulder into my hand. My Moms head snaps upwards, looking to me, her expression softening to a forced smile. "Hi sweety." She peeps out, and glares back down to my dad. "Have you ever thought of that!" She continues. I roll my eyes, and walk to the pantry, opening the white doors. I search the racks until I find the Earl Grey tea, and grab a packet. I walk around the small granite island in the middle of the kitchen, and grab a mug from the cupboard, filling it up with lukewarm water. "Ok! Ok! I screwed up!" My Dad finally blurts between my Moms bickering. I set the mug in microwave, and set it to 1:15. "Damn right you did!" My mother bellows, walking past him, and joining me in the kitchen. "How was your day." My mom says monotony, staring out the window over the sink. "Fine." I say, opening the packet of tea. The microwave beeps, and I take the hot mug out, setting it on the island. "Devon told you, right?" She asks, not turning to me. I grab some sugar, and pour it into the hot water, setting the teabag inside. "Yeah." I say, remembering the whole call with my brother. "There is nothing to be scared about." She says, her monotone voice cracking into sadness. I nod my head even though I know she couldn't see it, and pour some milk in the mug, mixing it all together. I sip the freshly made tea, and turn to the oven, looking at the small clock above the burners. 7:56pm already, it's barely even dark, and now I have caffeine in my system. I wasn't necessarily, afraid, of this person. Well at least I wasn't afraid for my safety, more so others around me. "When is he coming." I ask, gripping the floral mug. "Sometime around noon." Mom answers, turning away and walking into the office across the living room. I sigh, and drag myself upstairs to my room. I shut the door, throw my bag to the ground, and sit cross-legged on the bed. This really isn't good. I think to myself, putting the mug to my lips but not taking a sip. How long will he be here? Which room will he be in? What is he like? How old is he? Where just some of the thousands of questions coursing through my brain. I hear thunder rumble in the distance outside, and set my mug on the table beside my bed. I wasn't scared. Oh I was more than scared.

Sunlight stains through my eyes as I open them. I sit upright in my bed, and grab my phone from the bedside table. It was 10 in the morning, and the guest should be here at noon. Thankfully I didn't have to work today. I push the blue blankets off of me, walk to the bathroom, and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and think of everything that is supposed to happen today. Hopefully all goes well. Yet today is going to be very interesting. If not interesting, very horrifying. I finish brushing my teeth and walk down the stairs, where my dad is finishing up a conversation on the phone. "Ok, at 12? Sounds good." He says into his phone, and I hear mumbling on the other end. My dad pokes his screen, ending the call. I walk to the kitchen, and make my way to the fridge. "What was that about?" I ask, grabbing a bowl of cantaloupe from the fridge. "Some Fury dude. He apparently knows the other dude." My dad says, and I laugh at his overuse of 'dude'. He sets his empty coffee cup in the sink, and I grab a fork from the island drawer. I glance out the window above the sink, studying the yard outside. The flowered bushes swaying with the light breeze of morning. "Whats his name?" I ask, lightly stabbing a piece of cantaloupe and popping it into my mouth. "I wasn't told yet." He answers. I nod. He probably has some cool intimidating name. Like Tucker or Rhett. I pop another piece of cantaloupe into my mouth as my pathetic mind reels with more scary names. Lucifer. Dominic. "Well I'm going to work." My dad says, patting me on the back and bringing me back into reality. "Ok." I say. "Make sure he doesn't kill you." He laughs, grabbing his phone from the island and walking out the door.

I stared at myself in the full length mirror. Looking like crap as always. But hey, if you look like crap they are less likely to rape you right? I blinked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still red from putting my contacts in minutes before, and my ripped jeans added to the whole "hobo" effect I had going on with my red sweatshirt. At least my hair looked decent being that I barely wear my hair down. I tussled the top of it between my fingers before I walked away, grabbing my phone from the vanity. I clicked the home button, and saw it was already 12:00pm, and I had one message. I shrugged it off, and made my way downstairs. Mom was all over the house, dusting and making sure everything was in place. "Do you need any hel-" "SH- I'M CONCENTRATING!" She huffs, rolling a hair roller all over the couch. Just then the doorbell rings. I freeze up. Already? They are early! "I-I got it..." I say, walking to the other side of the stairs where the front door was. "NO YOU WILL GET KILLED!" My mom says, running to the front door before I can even walk there. She closes her eyes and puts her game face on, slowly turning the door nob. I sink away, back into the dining room, where I can clearly see the front door but in a more secretive way. "Mrs. Laclaire?" A mans voice says, but I cannot see him thanks to the door blocking my line of sight. "Hi." My mom says, in the fakest voice I have ever heard her speak in. "I am Director Nick Fury of Shield." The mans voice peps up, and I see my mom extend her hand to shake his. "I am Kim Laclaire." My mom peeps. "I thank you for your families cooperation. Loki is fully un-armed, and has been stripped of his powers." Nick says. My moms expression goes puzzled. "Powers?" She asks. Loki? Meh, I guess its kind of intimidating. More like a dogs name... I think to myself, but snap back to the now as my mom shuts the door. My mother and Director Nick Fury are outside, and I hear them mumbling about all that is going on. Yet when all of this is happening, he is right there inside my house. This now 'supernatural' criminal is standing right in front of my door. I look to him, and hope he doesn't notice me. His emerald eyes study the floor as he clicks his heels together. Now what in the hell is he wearing? I ask myself. He was in some sort of leather and metal get-up... He stands there for a moment, but shift his features to me. I freeze again, not knowing what to do. His once blank expression turning into a small smirk. "Hello." He says, turning to face me and the smile never leaving his face. I open my mouth to speak, but the word hesitates. "H-Hi..." I greet, staring at the wood dining table in front of me. "I don't suppose you have anything for handcuffs do you?" Loki asks. I look to him, and notice his hands are indeed in handcuffs. I look to him and shake my head, until an idea comes into my mind. "I can try." I say. "Here." I finish, walking in front of him and passing the stairs. I lead through the living room to the kitchen, and immediatly go to he granite island, and grab a sharp steak knife from the drawer. He is already at the entrance of the kitchen by then. I walk over to him with the knife in my hands. "Oh I was thinking more of a key-" He begins, but gets cut off when I grab his hands and swing the knife in between the both, breaking the metal wiring and setting them free. Whats left of the handcuffs falls to the floor, and Loki is staring bewildered at what just happened. I pluck the two peices from the floor. "Welcome!" I sing, even though I didn't hear a thanks. I walk to the garbage can and toss the scrap metal into the bin.

Authors Notes

YAY! AN OC FANFIC! I hope you all enjoy this series, as it will be quite chaotic. Another thing that will be chaotic are updates. I have a lot that is going on right now, and I'm not sure if updates will be every day, every week, or just plain spastic. So please be patient as the story goes on :)

Thanks!