Mortal and Unimportant
Loki meets the only person who could ever keep up with him. In the form of a dying teenager.
A/N This is just something that popped into my head the other day which I thought I would upload. Just as a note when I say "keep up with" I am not suggesting there is a romantic/sexual relationship so no creepy age gap.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Marvel in any way and if you recognise a character it's not mine.
Loki stared down the white walled corridor, unflinching at the sprinklers and fire alarms going off around him. He was finally going to get what he wanted, he was going to show Thor and Odin that he was important, and he was going to do what they wanted his whole life. Where he was on earth they might have said Loki was going through a "rebellious phase". Loki just wanted to see carnage and if he had planned it right then this hospital was only the start.
"Hey"
Loki turned. Startled. Who would dare stand up to him? 'Stand up' was an overstatement, the one who had defied him leant heavily on a cane. She looked about 16, with red hair piled on top of her head, large bags around her eyes and a clear tube leading into her nose from a canister slung over her shoulder in a bright red bag.
The frost giant relaxed: it was just a girl, a sick girl. What could she do? He swept back his hair, and began to walk forward, chuckling.
"Do you have any idea who you are talking to, you tiny human?"
"Oooh, you must think you are so intimidating with your greasy hair and pointy stick." She replied. Although Loki hated to admit it, he liked her.
"I am Loki of Asgard, and you will bow down to me."
"Well I'm Sam of Brixton, and you will help me back to my room. I'm tired."
A/N sorry it's short, I'm thinking short chapters will mean I can upload more regularly, also I have to go cry over Band of Brothers.
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