Loki Odinson
Drabble #1
Stray
He had always thought of her as a stray cat, the way she seemed to admire him ever since he showed her some form of kindness.
She wasn't a woman who particularly stood out in Asgard; she was of normal height, pale skinned and had the usual fair colored hair. But, it was her eyes that stood out to him; they weren't the traditional blue or brown that most Asgardians adorned. No, hers were a dark green, much like his; however, it was hard not to notice the small flakes of gold that expanded from her pupil like rays of sunlight.
Loki wasn't complaining that he had an admirer, especially since he had admired her from afar far longer than she could ever imagine, and this thought kept him sane as chaos knocked lightly on the premises of his forethoughts.
The stray cat had become the stray love he could never forget.
A/n: This is meant to be a series of drabbles, because I have been having bouts of inspiration. I am in college so I don't think I will actually have time to write a full out story. But, as always (and to be borderline begging) reviews are always motivation for me, you have no idea how a review of a few words can make my day.