Author's Note: Hey Loki soldiers and Avenger fans! So this is my first FanFic ever so I'm really excited about the reviews and comments that I will be receiving soon! I do not own the Avengers, or any of the characters and settings. This is just a story that was created from free time and a lot of effort. And now, after weeks of typing and editing, I give you "With Love, Loki" by yours truly, marvel_98! :]
Prologue: -Crying. All I remember was sobbing tears of depression that made me close my eyes, as if I were dying, but I wasn't. I was losing energy, and landing in a dark pool of atrocious sadness. As my eyes were shutting, another person was near me, yelling at me to get a hold of myself, but I couldn't take it anymore. My heart was weeping with grief, my head was throbbing in agony, and my body was falling to its knees, because weakness was overpowering me. I had no strength to fight the fact that I lost my love to a tragic action, so I finally let my eyelids completely cover my pure crimson-red eyes. I was so overwhelmed with somber and couldn't endure the pain anymore. "No!" I can hear the echo of that person screaming in anxiety and terror. My fainting scared them, even if they knew I would be okay. Physically, though, to be mentally stable was not an option. It never was…-
Chapter 1: I woke up, and looked around my bedroom, to find that it was only a mere dream. Being frustrated with my mind, I glanced up at the ceiling, and pleaded to G-d. "Why do you keep sending me this? I can't take it anymore!" I knew that no matter how much I begged, He would keep showing this vision, until it came true. The dream (or should I say nightmare) was about a person I loved being hanged right before my eyes, and the heartsick happening tore me apart, to the point where I would black out. For some reason, in every dream, I would feel like I am losing my life, and it would end at the exact same time: when I closed my eyes. The mysterious part was I couldn't identify the person that was being executed. They were slender, as if they had a hungry look to them, their eyes were glowing, and their hair was luscious. Who was this person? Did they know me? Is this dream actually a fate that was waiting to make its move and strike in reality? I thought immensely about these rhetorical questions, but snapped out of it when my friend, Natasha (also known as Agent Natasha Romanoff or Black Widow), strolled into my room, and started talking to me. "Get up Liv! We have a S.H.I.E.L.D meeting in an hour." She commanded. "Okay." I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and started to get ready. Let me give you a synopsis of my past. I was adopted when young, and didn't know who my real parents were. When I was about 16 years old, my adoptive parents died, and never told me about this information. Eventually, I found out when my older sister told me at their funeral a few days later. I just wanted to beat myself up. My "parents" favored her more, because I was adopted, and the fact gave me an empty feeling, because I had no blood connection with them. Two years later, when I was 18, she died in a car accident, which engulfed me more, as if I haven't gone through enough pain. Thankfully, my college roommate then, Natasha, assisted me in my time of need, and now we are good friends. I wouldn't say "best", since we are always busy fighting our own enemies, but since we joined S.H.I.E.L.D, an organization dedicated to crime-fighting, we have been placed on a team together, along with a few other members, called the Avengers. I thought of this as an opportunity to become closer as friends, but the main difference between us was our talent to fight; she had acute ninja skills, while I had the ability to shoot arrows with 120% precision. Did I mention that Clint Barton (also known as Hawkeye) is my blood-twin brother? Well, he is, and we both share this gift, although he was accepted into S.H.I.E.L.D earlier than me. After the multiple deaths, he was depressed, but somehow overcame it quicker than I did. We might be related, but he and I are completely different, and yes, our outfits are similar; mine is purple, though, and I wear a small mask. Our costumes were identical, but Hawkeye, who hated the color at the time, dyed his black, and took away the mask, because he thought that it didn't suit him. Anyways, back to reality, I dressed up in my costume, grabbed my bow and a few arrows, and did everything a normal girl would do in the morning. Twenty minutes later, Natasha and I hopped into our snow white Mustang, and headed off to S.H.I.E.L.D center to discuss business.
Well, now you guys have learned a little bit more about the character of Liv, and about the dream that is haunting her. So who is this person that she is dreaming about? Read on in Chapter 2 to find out what happens at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters! :]