The only reason I'm updating so quickly is because I want those cupcakes. Gimme gimme gimme!
Also, I'm having trouble making a cover for this story. I don't have Photoshop, at least not at home, so this sequel might be coverless unless someone wants to help out. I'll give ya a dedication in the following chapter if ya doooo :3
Have fun reading :)
Fanty closed the fridge door quietly, chewing on the last of her strawberry danish. Yeah, it was four in the morning, but she couldn't sleep. Neither could her friends, since they felt like they were missing someone. They were, they were missing their friend, the Boogeyman. Fanty sadly sighed, missing her dear friend already. Her apartment already felt bigger and emptier without Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, filling it up with his rants on the Guardians and snickering on Fanty's quirky behavior. He was crude at times, but nonetheless a good friend.
Just as she turned around, a flash of blinding green light struck the middle of the kitchen, causing her to scream and fall onto her bottom in utter surprise. The bright light only lasted for a good two seconds before it disappeared without a trace, and left in it's place was a crumpled body of a man in..rather...strange looking clothes.
"The hell?" Fanty choked on her own words, grabbing whatever she could that was nearby as a weapon of self defense.
The figure on the kitchen table groaned and fell to the floor, clearly exhausted by something that tired him out. Fanty pointed the wooden stirring spoon at the man's raven black hair, watching his every move so he doesn't strangle her.
He finally looked up, and came nose to nose with the wooden spoon. Watching his eyeballs cross at the spoon, Fanty finally found her courage and demanded, "Who are you!?"
The figure, or otherwise this strange and dark man, chuckled as if she were stupid. "I should not be surprised one would not recognize the form of a God by now. Yet I am."
Loki was expecting her to shake with fear, and cower in submission to his ego and rather skilled looking form, but he was appalled and shocked silent when she burst out laughing. He stood up furiously, his energy revived after teleporting to her location. He glared at her as she held her stomach at the aching pain of laughing too hard.
"L-let me guess!" Fanty giggled, "You're cosplaying as a god? Gods really wear that sort of thing?! Haha!"
Loki looked down at his robes, clearly offended by this meager girl's remark. He grit his teeth and looked up, and was again, shocked to see her so composed all of a sudden. Her face was stony and pissed off, and she pointed the wooden spoon at his face again.
"This is the second time some crackpot broke into my home and wasn't human. It's getting old." she smirked at her own bravery.
"Believe me, I am more human than you think." Loki tried calming her down by touching the spoon, but Fanty quickly moved it out of his way in a circular motion, and fwapped him on the side of his cheek, right on that rather fabulously carved cheekbone.
"Heh." Fanty smirked, watching Loki stare at her in pure horror for lightly slapping her, "that was fun."
She fwapped him on the other cheek, causing him to gasp out in pure shock she had the audacity to strike him again. "Your reaction is quite funny!"
"Give me that!" Loki grabbed the spoon out of her hands, and held it out of arm's reach.
"Give it back!" Fanty barked, and knocked it out of his hand, letting it clatter to the linoleum floor.
Loki glared at her. Fanty grinned at him, knowing full well exactly who he was.
Meanwhile, Mystic was happily sleeping on her couch from watching a movie when she heard a piercing scream from across the hall. She slowly woke up, rubbing her eyes and grumbling about Fanty's odd behavior and more strange people that find their way into their life. She blew purple hair out of her face before getting up, so badly craving for more sleep. It was four in the morning for goodness sake!
Luckily, Mystic was like the caretaker of everyone in the establishment, so she had all keys to everyone's apartments. Her own, Fanty's, Angel's, Drago's, Xion's and Star's. Heck, they all had extra keys. Come on, those keys would come in handy if they accidentally dropped it in the storm drain on the streets-or in Star's case-accidentally flushing it down the toilet because it fell from the shelf where she put it.
She opened the door to Fanty's apartment and felt her eyes widen.
Now, she wasn't surprised at any crazy antics Fanty did, but this was dangerous.
She was cat fighting the God of Mischief, slapping at each other's hands as if they were mere children.
"Filthy mortal!" Loki snapped, opening one eye to glare at her.
"Ha ha! Jokes on you, cause I just took a shower!" Fanty jeered, swatting at his nimble hands.
"Fanty!" Mystic yelled, terrified for her life.
Immediately, Loki and Fanty froze, their hands up in the air as if they were paused on a television show. Fanty blinked, wondering why Mystic looked so terrified.
"Do you even know who that is?!" Mystic squeaked, afraid Loki could whip out a knife and stab her right on the spot.
"The...isn't he the son of Odin? The crow told me-" Fanty stammered.
"He's the guy that nearly destroyed all of New York City!" Mystic pointed an accusing finger at him, and Fanty looked at him, too terrified to form an expression on her face.
Loki smirked at her, standing taller and lowering his hands as if he was expecting her to fall to her knees and beg forgiveness. Fanty stood there, unsure of how to react. Without a final thought, she punched him right in the face, sending him careening backwards into the table and hitting the back of his head against it, groaning in pain at the harsh impact.
"You're dead. He's going to kill you." Mystic sounded sorrowful when she peered at Loki's dizzy body, and then looked up at Fanty curiously, "Why do that?"
"I dunno, something told me to. Hey, he deserved it, right?" Fanty smirked at her bravely, and Mystic encouragingly smiled as she patted her shoulder.
Loki furiously shook his head and looked up at the two girls angrily, black hair drooping into his forehead, making him look disgruntled.
Fanty folded her arms, not afraid anymore. She's dealt with evils such as Loki, and we're not talking about the end of humanity and taking over the world. She wasn't afraid anymore.
"You're going to tell us exactly why and how you're here, you got it?" Fanty said seriously, showing that the God of Mischief had no means of escape.
"I will say nothing at all." Loki sneered, but then fell to a look of curious fear as Fanty looked to Mystic with a smile of pure mischief.
He liked mischief. So why was he feeling a tingling of terror in his stomach?
"Get the girls. We're bringing out The Worst." Fanty smirked at Loki, who curled his toes in his boots, not liking where this was going.
"NOOOO!" Loki screamed, struggling in his bindings.
Star faced his head towards the television screen again, so he could witness Barbie magically turn into a glittering mermaid with a sparkly pink tiara. Mystic chuckled darkly and gave Xion a hasty high five before remaining composed and Fanty paused the movie, bending to Loki's height as he sat in the binded chair.
"Now will you talk? Just fyi, we're not like most Midgardians. You should know that we're not all the same." Fanty said with a hint of tease in her voice.
"That is one lesson," Loki struggled against Drago's grip on his wrists, "I shall never forget."
To his surprise, Fanty beamed happily. She finally stood up and nodded to Drago, who immediately let go of his wrists. Loki glared at all of them as he stood up, mostly trying to intimidate Fanty with his height, but he saw her bravery. She wasn't afraid.
"Why let me go?" he asked stiffly.
Fanty watched him for a second, before honestly replying, "You said you learned something. In a sense, you are biased about us Midgardians, so my duty is to make you realize we are no different than Asgardians."
"We are capable of war like you," Xion nodded, "and maybe even more violent in ways."
Loki knew that for a fact. He had the scars from the Iron Man's attack to prove it. Drago agreed with Xion silently, and then softly spoke up, "We know what it's like to be abandoned and without hope. We all have."
"But that's what brings us together. That's why we're all friends here. And most importantly, that's why we're helping you." Fanty poked his chest, and Loki blinked slowly at what they were saying.
They were...helping him?
"You just have to tell us how you got here, and that's all we need to know. Fanty is the expert in this arena, trust us." Mystic said, gesturing to her.
"...What if I betray you? What if I choose to refuse your help because you do not mean anything to me?" Loki said coldly, not feeling like he should so easily trust them.
They were silent for a while, Mystic looking a little pissed that he was actually thinking of doing that. Finally, Fanty said, "We'll punch you. But then somehow, we'll forgive you."
Loki looked at each of them, still unsure if this really was the path he must choose. Odin banished him with them anyways, so what was the point in declining? He was stripped of all self defense, all magic and all confidence in himself. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do. Most importantly, no one to care about him. Fate only gave him these six girls to deal with, and that was it. From appearance, they looked normal citizens of a community he would demolish...but maybe they were right.
People used to think lowly of him anyways. They still do. Maybe he could earn his respect and title as king by dealing with the Midgardians in a different way.
"...Then I shall commit to this," the six girls cheered at this, but then Loki cut in harshly, "But! Certain guidelines must be enforced."
"Dude, drop the middle age language. This is the twenty first century." Angel said, casually leaning against a doorframe.
"Middle age?" Loki asked, and Fanty waved away her comment and was about to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed her hand roughly, stopping her, "The first rule is that I shall never be touched. Ever."
"Got that. Okay, let go of me now." Fanty said, wiggling her fingers in his grip.
Disgusted, he released her hand and folded his arms gruffly. "Secondly, I shall remain in this very room for my rest."
"Gees." Xion muttered, looking at Fanty for a reaction.
"Anything else, your Highness?" Star asked, not really liking his tone of voice.
Loki thought for a moment before shaking his head. So the girls agreed to this, though Fanty a little less happy about Loki taking up her apartment space. Pitch didn't do that, at least to her knowledge. The last thing she wanted was Loki trampling around and destroying things when he was angry or irritated. Or worse, raiding her fridge and eating all the pastries she's gotten from Angel and Star at the local bakery.
But more serious things came to matter, as Loki told them his woe. He told of his adopted father, rather contemptuously, and explained how his father contains his powers and took away all protection he had before him.
"That's sad, to be stripped of all you knew most." Drago said sympathetically, and Xion nodded along with her.
"We can help you, Loki," Angel said encouragingly, and Mystic, Star and Fanty smiled brightly in unison.
"There is no hope for me, I am afraid." Loki said, albeit emotionlessly, but Fanty could somehow sense he truly did feel hopeless about that.
"Bull roar!" Fanty punched her hand, accidentally making Xion jump at the sudden gesture, "I know for a fact you'll learn to stop being so egotistical. It may be a challenge, but we can do it!"
"Fanty," Drago rested a hand on her shoulder, "He's nothing like Pitch. He'll be more work, more challenges than before. You'll be dealing with most of him. Are you ready for that?"
"Heck yes! I know I can, right Loki?" Fanty smiled at him brightly.
Loki paused, staring at her as if she were one of the strangest beings he's ever seen. Strange, but interesting. Why were they all being nice? Don't they know he's killed eighty people in two days, nearly destroyed a city, betrayed Asgard and was born a monster? It's as if they all threw that aside, only wanting to see him be renewed and forgiven. Loki finally made some sort of head gesture between a nod and a sad look at the ground, to which Fanty leaped for joy.
"We shall start tomorrow! Or eh...this afternoon!" Fanty declared, standing in a pose that resembled George Washington.
Mystic yawned, proving her point that they all wasted two hours of sleep over the God of Mischief.
Loki's humor was far distant than what Fanty and the others know. And he'll soon learn that getting to know the girls...had their price.
Sorry this chapter is kinda serious, too, in a way. But I swear by the mighty Mjolnir-even if I can't even lift it and it's not even mine-the next chapter will cause a few giggles and chuckles!
