Hi and welcome to my new Loki fanfic! This first chapter I JUST threw together. I'm gonna be honest and say I don't really know where I am heading with this, but I liked the thought of it and I think it could be good. ;)
Do let me know what you think of this short prologue and toss me ideas if you have any. I'm gonna do my best to post regularly!

I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU

Loki

Loosely based around the Avengers movie

Prologue

A small town, somewhere in the US. 16 years ago.

It was a blazing hot summers night and 9 year old Emma, or Em as she preferred, had snuck out of the house to go for a walk in the massive fields surrounding two sides of their little house just outside town. The crickets chirped and the stars twinkled up on the black sky. Em was always the adventurous kind of girl. Not afraid of a lot really. But what does a 9 year old have to be afraid of?

She was standing in the middle of the huge field, barely able to see the porch light of her house when things changed. The crickets, usually so loud it was impossible to drown them out, turned silent. Instantly. The stars above cracked and flickered so hard Em had to look up when she saw the shine reflected in the little puddles in the dirt between the tall, green straws. It really did look like the stars were exploding, crackling like candy pop in your mouth. Em stood completely still, her blue summer dress caught the wind that seemed to whip up, slowly growing in strength as the stars melted together and formed a moving circle right above her. The stars grew in size, the circle as well. It swirled like a whirlpool until it reached its center and then it shattered. A mind-shaking boom echoed across the field and it nearly knocked Em over. She quickly ducked, clutching her legs, all the while keeping her eyes locked to the sky. A massive tube of light shot down, hitting the ground not far from her with such force it knocked the wind out of her. She shut her eyes tightly as the force of the impact both blinded her and threatened to drag her backwards.

When the noise settled she dared to look up. Slowly the crickets returned and the stars above returned to their regular shape and size. Not far from where she stood there was a significant change. The straws, bendy and fresh, were pressed to the ground, like a massive weight had pressed down upon them. When Em slowly moved closer she saw what seemed to be a circular shape, made up by the down pressed straws. The darkness surrounded her completely, the bright light had temporarily hampered her night vision. A dark bundle sat in the middle of the circle. Em, always the curious one, silently edged closer, stepping gently over the line of the circle. She squinted her eyes as she got closer. It was a man, bundled in a dark cloak, the color undefinable in the dark.

"Sir? Are you okay?" She said carefully. As by a jolt of electricity the figure moved and snapped around towards her. His face, pale and sharp, glared towards her, as if it was twisted in madness. His black hair was wild around his face and his hands clutched at the dirt. He bared his teeth. But Em…Em didn't move. She didn't feel any fear and she would never understand why.

"Petty humans!" The words came out as pulses, his voice a sharp hiss. Em rolled her shoulders, her bottom lip pouting just a little bit.

"I'm not a petty human, I'm Emma Clarke." She said proudly. A shift in the man's face turned her quiet. His eyes, she now saw that they were green, grabbed hold of her and drilled in to her like needles.

"You…" He whispered tightly. He was on his feet in a quick movement, standing tall and strong, so much taller than she had thought. His outfit, a strange concoction of black and green leather, metal plates and thick leather straps. She saw now that he wore a dark green cloak on his back. He hovered over her and the feeling of power and magic only grew as he walked towards her with long steps. Em was rooted. Unable to move. She stared, unblinking up at this man, which she now understood was something else. Not human. Not belonging here. HE came from the whirlwind of stars above. He stalked closer.

"It's you…" He whispered, tight-lipped and eyes piercing her very soul. Em's mouth fell open, but even her breath refused to leave her lungs. Before she could react the dark man launched forward, grabbing the back of her neck with his right hand and pressing his left hand against the top of her chest. His eyes were inches from hers and she could hear the almost inaudible sound of growling somewhere deep down in his throat. Em whimpered, not because she was afraid, but because of the white fire shooting from his palm, filling her chest before spreading to her head.

I am Loki of Asgard. His voice sang through her like a sharp, hot knife.

And you are my vessel! It went dark. Then quiet. Em's body went numb and quiet. Then she didn't open her eyes again.

Next: "Shield me" - Em is a fresh recruit with S.H.I.E.L.D. and her new, massive job as weapon tecchie gives her great joy, so does Tony, who can't seem to keep his thoughts inside around her.