Loki sat on a bench in the park. His legs were crossed and he had a book in his hands. His green shirt made him seem invisible against the green summer grasses. The bag next to him was small and black. It held everything he lived off, everything he brought from home. A few books, his notebook, pencil and a sweatshirt. He didn't need much to live, the money in his pocket was for food every three days. Surely he would find a job when his $50 ran out.
Tony walked through the park, his red shirt gleamed making everyone turn and compliment him. No girl walking with him made some of the other women look at him for longer periods of time. He couldn't settle down though, he was only twenty two! When he found someone they usually got dumped the next day. Love was not for him, only drinks and fame. Someday he would rise even higher.
He walked past someone sitting alone on a bench, book in hand. Tony decided that this poor, innocent person would be the target of his attention for the next five minutes. Or how ever long it took to get a compliment. He strolled back over to the man and stood in front of him, arms crossed. "Yes, sir?" Loki looked up from his book after a moment of Tony's pause. "Hello there," Anthony smirked, a reaction was good. "Hi, may I help you?" Loki raised and eyebrow with confusion. "Yes, notice those ladies," Tony pointed behind himself with his thumb. Loki nodded.
"They are jealous I'm talking to you. Everyone of them wants to be you," Tony swayed so his hips wouldn't get locked. "And why are you here?" Loki questioned. "Because you're the only one who hasn't complimented me today ."
"You better not talk to loud so that your ego doesn't fail when people stop talking to you."
"You're solid," Tony grinned sarcastically. "Well you are quite annoying, even more so than my brother. There's your compliment now leave," Loki held his book up so that this stranger would go away. "Fine," Tony huffed and walked on. Ladies chided all around to follow him.
That night Tony flipped through the channels of his tv. "Cloud-" next. "I've alw-" next. "Croc-" next. "Missing pers-" time to hit the bar. He rebuttoned his shirt, located his sunglasses and headed out the door. He secured the lock and turned around, took a step and tripped.
A black cat leaped away from him, it's pelt was silky. Its green eyes met with Tony's hazel ones before he flipped out. A black cat! Shit was that bad luck! He stood up and walked back, making the sign of the cross. The cat looked up at him. Tony stepped around it to make his way to his car.
Once in side he started the engine and buckled. When he reversed the cats eyes glowed in the headlights. Night had made everything else very dark.
Loki rolled his eyes. Stupid people, stupid, stupid people. He wasn't bad luck! Just cause his fur could blend in with the night didn't mean he could kill the man.
