The clicking sounds of the locks were the only serenades Lauren needed to hear. She let go a fervent sigh of relief when the door opened and her small feet met the carpeted door mat.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" She sung to the warm stuffy air of her apartment. Quickly, she locked the door back up and made her way to put away the dirty clothes that lie in her suitcase.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Her ears perked at the obnoxious sound of her cell phone vibrating. Picking up the phone she took a deep breath and pressed the talk button. The moment she answered Lauren's green eyes rolled at the overly benevolent voice of her father.

"Sweetie, have you gotten back yet?"

"Uh, Yeah Dad, I just got into the apartment, actually."

"Oh fantastic! I'll be in the area for lunch tomorrow. What do you feel like?"

She snorted at her father's indecisive nature.

"Uhhhh, I dunno?"

"Fine! Fine! Italian! "

Her laughter sparked a chuckle from her father. They both knew the danger of their indecisions.

"I'll see you then Dad."

"Okay sweetie, be a doll and call your mother. I love you."

"Will do Sir, I love you much."

After ending the call and she occupied herself with a loud stream of Pandora radio songs and finished un packing her black and white stripped suitcase.

Lauren slipped out of her jeans and tank top gleefully for the complete comfort of walking around in her panties. Tying her thick magenta hair in a high ponytail, thoughts from New Mexico bounced fiercely beneath her skull. She was still, quite, stirred up from the past night, but the young woman felt no speed bump coming along to her brain. Eager to relax in her New York abode, Lauren poured a glass of strong bourbon and pulled out her hard bound sketchbook. Her small fingers took a pencil and began to illustrate everything she could remember about the man. Soon, some pages were covered in depictions of his eyes, lips and nose, other pages included full body sketches with and without clothes. All detailed to the fullest extent of her soft lead pencils and adorned with small notes. The wrinkles of his brows and the steel posture he held when clutching her jaw with one smooth icy hand were all visible amongst the bindings of the thick paper.

As her pencil swayed drunkenly on a lock of Loki's short slicked back hair, Lauren's breath became hitched in her throat. An almost burning vibration pumped at her core and moved to settle between the folds of her womanhood. Her green eyes rolled back as she stopped drawing and trailed her hand down the bat silhouettes that cupped her hipbones. A small whimper passed from her lips as she moved her fingers over her clit, thinking about her night with the man named Loki.

This chapter was much shorter but this is where the setting stops for the THOR movie and changes to the Avengers.

I know that the bit with Lauren's father seems awkward but its important, trust me.

I don't like the word flow of this chapter. Its been rewritten maybe six times and this is the best I can give you. Writing critique would be very helpful.

So tell me what you did like about this little story. Any comments on Lauren would be great. Lauren's a psycho to put in short.

Love you,

Pinkie