Reader POV
My birthday is tomorrow! I have been so swamped with school, and work, and more work that I had completely forgotten to pick up a few essentials from the market that I had also forgotten last weekend when I went shopping for the ham. Mother was visiting from the east coast this year, and eager to sit down for a feast with the roommates, the feast that I so foolishly promised to make on my own. I stride quickly around the corner to your car, chef specialty sauce in hand, when I suddenly walk into something tall, dressed in black and walking in the opposite direction.
Next thing I know, I find myself with my butt on the sidewalk. The stranger in front of me now wearing that very tangy brown special sauce that I had to wait around four hours for. He looks distraught. Immediately, I apologize and offer to pay for some dry cleaning or even to clean it myself if he needed it right away.
He says nothing for what seems like forever.
The man just sulks and glowers simultaneously for a moment before he yells, "INSOLENT GIRL!" while glaring.
I am taken aback, but I have never been a doormat. I am not sure whether I should apologize again and be done with it, or argue back.
Not knowing what to do with him, I gather my things and continue to where my car is parked, leaving the stranger to his own destruction. Things certainly could have gone better. I guess, I will have to cook with regular barbeque sauce this time around.
"Wait!" he calls after me. "I thought you said you'd fix this." He watches me walk away, as I pretend not to hear him.
"I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!" the stranger bellows in his otherwise charming and articulate accent.
I whip myself around sharply and glare knives at him. "Oh you COMMAND me? Who are you? The Queen? Or maybe you think you're a god!" I shout before I continue on my less-than-merry way.
The man, wanting to respond to my last words, seems to hesitate.
Then I hear footsteps behind me as I keep my head down, eyes forward and power walk down the boulevard, and look to see him walking beside me. Now how on earth did he catch up so quickly?
He looks down and then stutters something. "Look. Can you fix this? I want to get it clean as soon as possible" the stranger says.
Wanting to slap him silly, but trying not to make a scene, I look at the man and give him a small, forced smile. "You may come back with me. I can get it cleaned quickly. Then you can go back home or I can give you a ride to where you're staying. Sound good?" I reply.
He gives me a confused look. I ask him, "Do you know where you're staying?"
The stranger just cocks his head to the side.
After arriving at the house that I cohabit with my best friend, Justine, and her boyfriend, I offer him some gourmet cupcakes and orange juice, which he eats a little bit.
During the car ride, he told me that his name is Loki and he was from some place called Asgard. I've never heard of Asgard, but it's probably safe to assume it's someplace in England from how he sounds.
From this conversation, I paid some attention to how smooth and sweet his voice was. It just makes my insides all soft and mushy however much I try to avoid feeling like that. It almost made up for the rudeness he had exhibited earlier. Yes, Loki could charm a stone maiden to death if he would only stop being so much like, well, himself.
A/N: Yeah, a short chapter, but there is a method to the madness. I didn't want to have Loki and the OC have too much of a change in direction in what appears to be such a short lapse of time.
There is also a reason as to why I chose the story title. It will come in later chapters. Thank you wonderful ladies for your views, and the one person for her review!
I would say please R+R, but I won't make you. ^_~