Loki's First Love

Chapter 1

Loki looked around him. He breathed in the crisp morning air and looked down at all the people passing by on the busy streets of New York City. He smiled to himself. I had been so long since he had been to Earth. That brother of his constantly tried to prevent him from doing do, but he had managed to slip through Thor's grip just this once. He had come to Earth once again with a plan – but a much subtler one this time, due to his defeat curtsey of the Avengers the previous time. He stayed on top of that very high building all morning, simply watching. No one saw him, and by early afternoon he was quite content. He observed muggings, proposals, tourists, almost everything. The white fluffy clouds sped by over his raven black hair and his blue eyes looked out upon the city that never sleeps.

As time stretched on however, the sky got darker and eventually night crept upon the city like a dark blanket, and he couldn't see anything at all on the streets. He had spent all day observing and trying to familiarise himself with the humans, trying to figure out what it was that made them all so resilient and determined to protect their planet. After all, it wasn't that great he thought to himself with a scoff. As he slowly descended from his perch, he suddenly heard a piercing scream from below. He froze, listening. Sounds of a scuffle could be heard, a woman shouting "Help!" again and again. No one came to her aid, but he supposed that was natural in New York, so many muggings people just let them get on with it if it was taking place in a shady side street as this one was. But there was something different about the way this woman was screaming, and he heard sobs accompanying each "Help". He half turned, about to run from the commotion but something stopped him. What am I doing? He thought to himself incredulously. He shook his head and turned towards the noise and finished descending the building. He located the incident, a standard mugging in an alleyway. He peeked over the drain at the top of a building and looked down on the scene. Two men, quite broad and bulky had a slender woman cornered. One of the men was pointing a gun at the woman, whilst the other was demanding information. He had her bag, but the information he was trying to get made Loki think twice about his initial conclusion of a standard mugging. The newly remodelled Stark Tower glinted in the cold darkness overhead and as Loki continued to stare at the sobbing woman, he realised there was something different about her. He couldn't make sense of it, nor all the sudden emotions he felt rushing through him, but he knew with absolute certainty that he had to know her. He wanted to talk to her, to laugh with her and his eyes widened slowly. Then he glared at these men and dropped from his hiding place.

He landed on his feet and flashed his best sexy grin as he slowly advanced upon them, a threat in just the way he moved.

"Evening gentlemen!" he called. The men just looked at him, and the dunce holding the gun pointed it towards him instead. He tried again:

"Lovely night. I think maybe you two should leave the lady alone and get on with your business, don't you? She seems quite distressed."

"She should be," one of the men grunted in a gravelly voice, "she just revealed one of our corporations biggest secrets to the military-owww!" he squeaked as his partner in crime kicked his shin. Loki frowned. The woman breathed heavily, heavily bruised and with tears running down her cheeks, terrified as her gaze flicked over her assailants then back to Loki continuously. Loki then got her first proper look at her, and he had never seen anything or anyone more perfect. He greedily took in her brown hair with fell in soft waves down her back and her baby blue eyes with looked at him with terror in them. He cheeks were flushed and despite her bruises, her skin was flawless. Suddenly he was overtaken by anger. How dare these men attack this lady in such a way? He snarled at them and hit out. The three of them were quickly embroiled in a fist fight but being a demigod, the two attackers soon lay unconscious on the ground. He stood and licked his lips, then turned to the beautiful woman. He smiled and held out a hand, which she took gingerly.

"Pleasure. What is your name?" he asked softly.

"Th-thank you." She stuttered in a surprised but feather like voice. It was beautiful. "My name is Jenna."

"Mine is Loki. And anytime." She gave her one of his award winning smiles. All of a sudden, her face became outraged.

"I had it under control!" she said, and yanked her hand from his. He frowned unsure of what had just happened as she cried "I would have been fine!" He became irritated and said:

"Yes, you looked very much like you had it under control! Look at your – look at your…" he was going to say 'bruises' but they were no longer there. He scanned her face again and again but it was perfect – no bruising, absolutely perfect. Her expression of annoyance faded and she looked sad.

"I'm very sorry. Thank you." And he blinked, and she was gone.