Wow, alright. Here goes nothing.

OCs © StaciaStarburst

Loki and almost everything else © Marvel


"Hey, Lor-" the young man's sentence was cut off.

"Yeah! I know, I'm heading out in a minute." Her nose was practically pressed into the computer screen, as her fingers tipped and tapped at the keys. Lorelei just finished writing the last sentence before it was instantly emailed to her editor.

"Lo-" Another co-worker started to say.

She snapped up from behind her desk and a cup of pencils and pens clattered to the floor in her wake. "I said I was going!" Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she put her sunglasses on, and grabbed her satchel. She wasn't one for purses. "Be back in fifteen!"


This afternoon was no different than her usual; be sent off during the only fifteen minute break she would get all day to retrieve coffee for her entire floor at the office. Although the articles she wrote always ended up being published and her passion for writing landed her the job in the first place, she was still the fresh blood – For three years. It always seemed to be a trend for the most recent crew member to do the grunt work. She had a right be fed up for not being taken seriously.

Waiting in line at Starbucks was a lot like waiting for molasses to pour while studying penguins in Antarctica. Her patience was strong, but her break was fleeting. After finally making it to the counter, she placed an order for twelve assorted and very specific drinks. Thankfully, the person who usually was there when she'd make the request tended to start the orders before she had arrived. Thankfully, editors, publishers, and literature-nuts really were consistent with their caffeinated needs.

After she mastered this two and half years ago, she always returned on time back to work. That didn't mean she couldn't have near-heart attacks every once in a while. Having been, just so immaculate with this task, she had not expected to run directly into someone in the cross walk.

He was clad in black. His suit was crisp, smooth, and thin since it wasn't too chilly in New York at this time of year. The button up beneath it wasn't buttoned fully, and the glimpse of his pale chest led one to assume that was his casual wear. She would have stopped to tell him he looked ever-so handsome, had she some nerve, and had she not slammed into him in a scurry, in turn sending all twelve drinks his direction.

The fall was a blur, but when she fell forward, her hands met with the pavement and her face to a damp chest. Allowing herself only half a second to be dazed, she pushed off of him and scuttled to the side. In a tasteless sense to help, she waved the cups from his chest that lingered there. He had been drenched in a mass of hot and cold beverages, and still managed to look like a fallen angel.

Quickly pulling to her feet, she offered a hand to him, the other swiping one of her co-workers Caramel Frapp off of her corduroy jacket. It had been part of her mother's old leisure suit. The top even had the tacky rugby-style leather patches on the elbows. It was only a moment before the man rose, a very disgruntled look painting his visage. She didn't take note of her apologies that had absent-mindedly been spewing from her mouth like word vomit since they made contact. Only when he harshly placed a thumb to her lips to cease their movement had she realized it was happening. Closing the space between them, she felt a hand glide into her inner coat pocket above her left breast. His voice was a hushed growl of irritation as he spoke lowly, the honking horns of the vehicles unable to drown them out, "My card. Call."

With that, he strode past her, began to blend into the straggling crowd, just having made the light, and then disappeared. When she turned around, dumbfounded, no one who remotely resembled his stature was in sight. The cars sprinted into motion around her, save for the lane she blocked. The sounds faded easily into the back of her subconscious as she began to register what happened.

Only the tap of an eager vehicle pulled her attention back to the cross walk. It had been a long time since she played Frogger, and she wasn't swell at the game back then either.