This is our first story. Trickster came up with the idea, Nightshade wrote this chapter, and Mist edited.
Can I keep it?
Prequel
.."I found a psychotic, genocidal Jotun on my way home. Can I keep it?" There was yelling in the background...Was she at a football game?
"Trickster..." Mist said, exasperated. Her roommate's ridiculous antics had earned her the nickname, and a reputation for fabricating stories.
"I'll feed him and everything, I promise!" She said, her excited words reaching Nightshade, who had abandoned her telescope, and walked over to the phone.
"Feed what? Is it another badger? 'member what happened last time?"
"No! It's a Frost Giant! Can I keep it?!" Mist raised her eyebrows at Nightshade, who laughed.
"Sure, as long as you take care of him."
"Thanks! Want a picture?"
"Sure..."
The phone beeped and she looked at the picture on the screen.
Mist and Nightshade stared at the glowing image of a battered, angry-looking man sitting on the ground, raising his hands to cover his face. "Who is that?! Did you beat up a homeless guy?!"
They wouldn't put it past Trickster... if she felt threatened... or just really wanted a picture of a beat up person.
"No, no! He says he's Loki!" Trickster cried. "The God of Mischief! The real Trickster!" She put emphasis on the last sentence, getting more ecstatic by the moment.
"Yes, I know who Loki is...and you believe him?" They were all students of Norse Mythology, after all.
"He fell out of the sky."
"You sure he isn't a skydiver or something? He could have gotten stuck in a tree..."
"No, he got here by the Bifrost!" She insisted. Trickster was very willing to believe in the supernatural.
"I'm home now, I'll bring him in!"
"What?! Don't bring some random hobo-"
There was a static noise as Trickster hung up on them.
Our first story! Tell us what you think! All flames shall be printed out and burned.