Just a doll
Here's an other story I just came up with. I've got a wave of ideas coming in so here's one of them. I don't own the Avengers.
Chapter 1 the doll
I thought he was a doll. Hell, I knew he was a doll, in fact he was supposed to be a doll when my brother bought him for my birthday. I got a Loki bobble head from my brother and believe me when I say I was thrilled. It was a plastic doll of Loki in his full battle regalia from the Avengers movie. And it's not everyday that you get a doll modelled after a character I like/have a crush on. When I took him upstairs, I put him on my night table by my bed and that was where he stayed for a few months. I thought that he would stay there until I packed up and left for university with him in one of my boxes of stuff. Of course, life always has a way for messing with you. I realized that when I almost bombed fourth grade, or found out that I had Asperger's syndrome or when I found the doll that I had gotten for my birthday was really the god of mischief. I had just gotten home from school one afternoon. The house was relatively empty save for myself and my cat Links. My parents are out with my brother shopping and my sister is at a friend's house. I walk into me bedroom and who should I find sitting on my bed but Loki himself. I nearly pass out. Personally, I'm surprised I didn't actually didn't pass out because here's the guy you've been crushing on since you saw him in the first Thor movie. Ahem, I'm getting a head of myself here. After the lightheaded feeling passes I cock my head at him. He mirrors my expression. I take in his appearance, his hair isn't as neat as it was in the Avengers, he's paler and looks under nourished. His black outfit is loose and he's shivering slightly. I find my voice at last and ask:
" Are you okay?"
" Why do you want to know?" He asks, his voice hoarse from lack of use
" Because you look sick, cold, hungry and hurt. Because you look like you need help." I say coming closer, making sure my movements are slow so I don't startle him
" I massacred your people, you shouldn't bother." He says
" That might be true yes, but I'm not like most people. Most people would be mad or upset, but, I was taught that there is always a second chance." I said sitting down on my bed.
" I would like some water." Loki says not looking me in the eye
" Sure, would you like a sweater too? Or something to eat?" I ask
" Yes. Please." He says
I get up and go downstairs to grab a glass and fill it with ice water. I return to my room and pass the glass to the trembling god on my bed. I run upstairs and grab one of my dad's sweaters. It's a blue knit one that will keep Loki warm while I get him some food. I bring him the sweater and help him put it on. When I go back downstairs to the kitchen, I refill his glass and grab some crackers, cut some cheese and grab an apple from the fridge. I put everything on a plate and return to my room. I give him the plate and sit down in front of him as he eats. When he's done, he says:
" Thank you."
" Your welcome." I say
" If I may ask, what is your name?" Loki asks
" Alexis. My name is Alexis." I say blushing slightly
" Alexis, what an interesting name. I'm Loki, god of mischief." He says
" If I may ask, how did you end up on my bed?" I ask
" I am unsure, I was sitting in my prison cell when I use some of my magic to attempt to escape. The next thing I know, there is a flash of light and I ended up here. Not that I know where here is." Loki says
" You're in Canada. It's the country north to the United States, not to far from New York city. And this is my bedroom." I say
" Ah, and if I way ask, what are those things you have on your nose?" Loki asks pointing at my glasses
" They're my glasses. I have trouble seeing things that are far away without them. So, I wear these to help me see." I explain taking them off
" May I see them?" He asks tentatively
"Sure, just be careful with them, I'd hate it if they broke." I said passing them to him
Loki took my glasses and carefully put them on. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes went wide and he blinked several times, likely because his eyes were in good condition and didn't need to wear glasses. Loki yanked my glasses off and passed them back to me. I put them back on and he said:
" How can you see with those things on? They made everything look funny."
" That's because your eyes are perfectly fine. You don't have any problems with your vision." I said with a smile.
He smiles back at me and then tenses.
"Are you okay?" I ask
" I've got to get back to cell before anyone notices I'm gone. I can feel the" a look of disgust passes over his face "the all-father approaching my cell. Perhaps I shall see you again Alexis." He says before getting up and kissing my hand
Loki disappears in a flash of green light and my Loki bobble head is back in it's original spot on my night table. I blink. The first thing that pops into my head is one of the tenth Doctor's lines: "What? What? What?". The next thing I know, is that I'm diving for my phone punching the password in and sending a text to my friend Eileen. " You won't believe who was sitting on my bed." Was the message I sent. Eileen was my best friend. In all the years I have been alive, I have never had a best friend. Sure there were people who pretended to be your friends only to stab you in the back when you weren't looking (elementary school was never fun for me), I shudder a little at the memories, but no, not her, never her, she would never betray me. We met at a social skills group, like I said Asperger's syndrome, and we just clicked. We've been friends for a very long time. She's one of the few people who was able to get me to open up and have a long conversation with them. My parents couldn't get me to do that for a very long time, very few of my teachers could, my siblings couldn't and very few of the friends I had made who I could trust couldn't get me to do that. She did what a lot of others failed to do. Yeah, this is what happens when you combine autism with a mild form of social anxiety. She was also one of the few people who contacted me by phone aside family members. I received an answer in a couple of minutes.
"Who?"
"Loki."
"My Loki bobble head became Loki. A living and breathing version of him."
"You too?"
Now I'm confused.
" What do you mean you too?"
"My Wanda and Pietro bobble heads just became the real things."
"Really!"
"Yeah, I passed out when I saw them. When I came too, I had to close my laptop to keep Wanda from seeing anything on it."
"I need a new laptop."
"Oh dear."
"Fortunately, Loki didn't get the chance to look at mine though."
"That's good."
"Currently, I'm hiding the Thor and Avengers movies. I'd hate it if he found them, should he decide to come back."
"I don't blame you. I'm going to have to hide the Age of Ultron movie."
"What are you going to do about the having Wanda and Pietro Maximoff in your house?"
"I have absolutely no clue. They're staying with me though. I don't want them to go back to Strucker."
"I don't blame you."
"What about Loki?"
"He left. He said he could feel Mr. Child abuser Odin approaching his cell and had to leave."
"Wonderful. Did he say whether he'd come back?"
"He said perhaps I shall see you again Alexis. So I think he will come back."
"Oh shoot."
"What?"
"He still had my dad's sweater. Now he'll have to come back to return the sweater."
"Let me know if or when he comes back."
"Will do."
I head over to the rec room to attempt to find both Thor movies and the first Avengers movie. When I find them, I take them back to my room and put them on my bed before sitting down myself. I need to figure out a place to hide the movies where I know they won't be found. I sit there for a good couple of minutes before realizing that I'm sitting on top of the perfect hiding spot. Under my bed, If I put something under there, it's viable to get lost down there. I grab the movies, leap off the bed and stuff them between several book piles, under a few stuffed animals I thought I had lost and under a whole bolt pf papers. You'd understand why I would want to hide something under my bed, because, if I don't want something to be found, it won't be found. At least until mom demands that I purge the underside of my bed, which never do anyhow. I wander back downstairs and into the kitchen where I grab myself a snack and sit down at the table. I go back to my room after I have finished eating and sit down in front of my night table. I reach out and pick up my bobble head. I run my fingers across its plastic form, trying to figure our how Loki was able to go from plastic to flesh. I knew it was impossible, stuff like that only happens in books, comic and movies. My rational part of my brain was screaming at me, Loki is a myth, he doesn't exist. Neither does Asgard or Odin or anything mythical. They don't exist, that's why they are called myths! When you got home, you were so exhausted that you just went to bed and fell asleep and dreamed about the whole thing. At least, that was what I thought until I felt an odd tingling feeling across my finger tips as my fingers passed over one of his hands. In the back of my mind I felt that what had happened was real, that I hadn't dreamed it. When that happened, the rational part of my brain decided to shut up and one of the lines said by Sherlock Holmes came into my mind "Once you have eliminated the impossible, what ever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." I wanted to dismiss what had happened but, that slight tingle that my brain finally registered as magic, was telling me the exact opposite. This had happened, this was real. The Norse god of mischief had been in my room, had tried on my glasses, had talked with me and had borrowed my dad's sweater by returning to his cell on Asgard, was real. A slow smile spread across my face and I let out a squeal. My epic fangirl fantasy had just come to life. I did a little pirouette and flopped down on my bed. I couldn't wait for him to come back and hopefully return my dad's sweater before anyone realizes that it's missing. I couldn't wait for what happened next.
And there you have it dear readers. The first instalment of Just a doll. Also, my dear friend Wanda Ginny Greenleaf is also doing her own version of this story so keep an eye out for it. Read like and review please. Later Dana.