Devon Hudock
Creative Writing
May 15, 2012
Ms. Bixler
Seneca Crane and Loki: Crossover
"Human…kneel as you are meant to. After everything, all mortals were made to be ruled." Loki stood proudly in front of the man with odd looking facial hair, but the man did not kneel.
"Who are you? To think you can simply strut into my offices and try and get me to bend to your will…I am Seneca Crane, head game maker of the Hunger Games. If anyone is in charge, it's me."
Loki smirks and lets out a chuckle "You are only a mere mortal…I am Loki Laufeyson the god of lies and mischief, adopted son of Odin and brother to Thor the god of Thunder. If you were in your right state of mind, you would kneel."
"Are you a registered member of the Capitol? If not you should probably go get that taken care of…but judging by your apparel you look like you already belong. What is this talk of Gods by the way? The person in charge of the Capitol is President Snow."
"You dare question my abilities misgardian? Anyways what has happened to this earth…it has changed. Also as you mentioned before what are the Hunger Games? Sounds…delightfully pleasurable."
Seneca's lips curled into a cruel smile, "I suppose I will go along with you…the Hunger Games is a punishment for all twelve districts that started an uprising…you see there used to be thirteen districts. As head game maker I basically get to choose whatever I desire in the arena."
"As…punishment? This sounds excellent, do explain more!" Loki claps his hands together, too excitedly. "Ah…wait are the Avengers still around?"
"The Avengers? I'm afraid I never heard of this group…what are they?"
"Wait…are you telling me they aren't around any more?! THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS. NO ONE TO STOP ME NOW FROM TAKING OVER THIS WORLD!" Loki climbs on top of a control station and jumps in the air a few times.
"Sir…I'm going to have to ask you to calm down and hop down from there…that is very expensive equipment."
"Where are all the mortals to join my army?"
"Once again…I have no idea what you speak of."
"Mortal…pray tell what is on your face. I've never seen such…work of art on a man's face."
Seneca backs slowly away from the man who calls himself Loki and thinks to himself what a strange character. "Um…are you talking about my beard?"
Loki moves uncomfortably close to Seneca, practically breathing on his face. He reached out to move his fingers delicately across the peculiar hair sprouting on Seneca's face. "It's so perfect. I've never seen something so…magnificent before. We don't have simple pleasures like this in Asgard."
Seneca's face reddened from Loki's touch and he felt an odd desire growing up inside him. He never thought of another man in his life, women usually were his appeal.