Thank you again to those that have followed and those that have reviewed. I decided I'm going to write shorter chapters, that way they will be updated more frequently. It's difficult to write a long chapter and it seems that it takes longer in between. Anywhooo, hope you all enjoy. Once again, I don't own Loki, the Avengers, blah blah blah. However I do own Arya and The Dark Ages shop. Happy reading!
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Loki quietly slipped outside of the apartment of the woman he had met just a couple hours before. He was a good charmer, and this opportunity had been irresistible, even though he wasn't attracted to the woman. In fact, she rather repulsed him, more so because of her lack of intellect. Nothing irritated him more than a stupid woman. At least in Asgard, the women were above the Midgardian women when it came to intellect and beauty. Of course, no one could surpass him, as he was the most clever, manipulative, and smartest in all of Asgard. His intelligence went further than his normal manipulations, for he was multilingual and spent hours in his youth researching and reading books about all the different worlds. That was how he got to understand the workings of Earth. The foundations, at least. With each passing period of Earth, the English language became more abbreviated, and more confusing.
Well, I received what I came for, Loki thought, clearly pleased with himself. In his hand lay a small sparkling wallet, complete with Midgardian currency. He was always good at getting what he wanted, whether it was through his silver tongue or-well, that could always go two ways...
One thing he prided himself back on Asgard was that he had always been a better lover than his brother Thor. Of course, he did not have the heart or feelings that Thor put in to his relationships. In fact, Loki had no need, want, or concern for relationships. The women he had taken into his own bed chambers had merely been for his own pleasure and his own pride. And once he had his way with them, they were excused from his room and he need not further himself with them.
The same had been with this particular Midgardian. One, the woman was so inebriated that she was practically throwing herself at him. Unappealing on a different level, yes, but it had been a very frustrating day and a release would do him well. And it did. It did him better than he thought, considering he gained a fair amount of currency as well. Why drunk Midgardian women kept this much cash in their wallets as they stumbled around like harlots in the night, he'd never know. But, it benefited him, so there wasn't much complaining for him to do.
Now, to find some garments that don't look like I have arrived from another planet. He walked briskly down the streets, searching for the right store to go to. While he would have loved to go into some of the more expensive stores and buy himself a nice suit, much like the one he had worn when he and Agent Barton had infiltrated the party in Stuttgard. However, he wasn't trying to stand out.
He approached smaller-looking store with strange relics in the window and racks of darker clothing, some Victorian-themed. He could distinctly make out shelves in the back laden with books. He looked up at the store's sign. It read: The Darker Ages.
Hmmm, he mused. I will try this place. Loki had previously hidden his helmet and only wore small pieces of his armor. He still looked much different than the average Midgardian, but it was acceptable for now. A small bell rang as the god entered the store. He noticed a young woman sitting at the cash register. She was deeply engrossed in a small notebook she was writing in. She didn't appear to notice him.
"You there!" he called out loudly.
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Arya jumped at the sound of a man's voice. "-The fuck?" she swore unexpectedly. She looked up into the glittering emerald green orbs of a clearly impatient, and rather rude, man with sunken in eyes and raven black hair that hung at his shoulders. He wore a look of impatience, rather, expectant that she should answer him. "Uh, I believe the proper terminology is excuse me," she said sarcastically. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She looked him over more, and seriously began to mull that thought even more. The fuck is he wearing? He looked as if he'd stepped out of a renaissance fair, or perhaps shopped here at the store. But she had never seen him before. Arya had seen people dressed similarly enter The Dark Ages, but they were usually nerdy and off. Something about this man was definitely off, but extremely confident, even cocky. It annoyed her. Really annoyed her, even. Of course, this was probably because despite his strange attire and asshole-ish attitude, he was very attractive. Almost difficult not to start. Something about his appearance was extremely...sexy. She had to try hard to feign disinterest and keep her cool demeanor.
Loki merely glanced at the woman before moving his eyes elsewhere. "You are excused," he said distantly, not paying attention to her whatsoever.
"All right, who do you think you are?!" Arya said angrily standing up. How dare he act like I'm not even here! She was increasingly becoming more agitated with this man.
"I am Loki. And you are going to assist me. Now." His eyes narrowed at her.
Arya laughed. "Oh okay, Loki. Listen, I don't know how long you've been on this planet, but here on Earth, we don't talk to people like that, you asshat," she said to him.
A flash of anger crossed Loki's face. "How dare you speak to me, you swine!" He raised his arm up to strike her, but then lowered it down, realizing this probably wasn't the way to get what he wanted. He swallowed hard. "My apologies. May I have you assistance?"
Arya inwardly laughed at how apparent it was that he had to force himself to apologize. She uncrossed her arms. "What do you want?" she asked, looking at him.
"I require garments."
It was all Arya could do to stifle a giggle. Garments? I swear this guy stepped out of a Shakespearean drama. Maybe he's LARPing. Wouldn't be the first time. "Uh sure. Garments. And what particular garments are you looking for?" she asked, careful not to burst out laughing.
He observed the woman. She was clearly mocking him. It was making him angrier by the second. He was not accustomed to women being so outspoken, especially toward himself. The only woman who talked to him like that was Lady Sif, who did whatever she wanted. But she is a human. And she is talking, rather, mocking me, a king and a god! If this had been Asgard, he would have struck the woman and punished her for her insolence.
"Garments that are of this world's attire," he said pointedly.
"Uh all right. What size are you?" she asked.
Loki did not know how to respond. All of his clothing had been custom-made. "I am not sure. All of my clothes have been custom-designed for me. Do you not do that here?"
Arya laughed. "Uh no. We don't. We tape measure," she said opening a drawer and coming out from behind the counter. "Over here," she said leading him toward the dressing room area. "Okay be right back."
Loki stood in the space she left him at. She was going to measure him. Servants had done this back in Asgard. He unclipped his armor and removed his tunic, leaving him shirtless with his pants and boots still on.
Arya returned carrying the tape measure. "Okay, so-" She looked up and dropped her tape measure, instantly forgetting what she was talking about. Loki had beautiful ivory skin, and was extremely toned, so much so that he had those sexy lines that lead down to his- she blushed furiously and tried to regain her composure. "Umm, yeah...so, yeah. I'm gonna measure you. Yeah." She groaned inwardly, embarrased and pissed off that this man's body made her feel like this. It had been a while since the sight of a man's body made her libido jump.
Loki was enjoying watching the woman fumble over her words. This happened quite frequently when he removed his clothing. Though, he enjoyed this moment far more than the others, solely on the fact that he had turned the fiery girl into a more embarrassed, and flustered woman. "Well? Are you going to come over here? I haven't got all day."
"Right," she said, desperately trying to focus on the fact he was being smug about his effect on her. He was handsome-far beyond that, and he knew it. Ugh, cocky bastard, she thought irritably. "Fine. Okay." She approached a half-naked Loki and put her hands on his chest. She gasped as he felt cold to the touch. Quickly pushing that aside, she ran her tape measure around his chest, unable to look him in the face. She stepped back.
Loki kept his eyes locked on hers. He brought his hands to the edge of his pants and unbuttoned them, sliding them just before he was exposing himself. Arya's eyes widened as she felt her libido jump again. "What are you doing?" she demanded, bewildered.
Loki smirked at her. "I thought you needed to measure my waist? To properly do so, my bottoms must be lower. Is there a problem?"
Arya stared at his face, desperately trying to not think about what he would like without his pants. "Of course not," she snapped, clearly annoyed that he had this effect on her. But she managed to suck it up and finish measuring him.
"This way, " she informed him, "when you're done putting your clothes back on," she added dryly. She went through the racks of clothes, glad to be away from Loki where she could regain her attitude, sarcasm, and serious distaste for him. He seemed to look good in black and dark green. She pulled some dark black jeans and a dark green sweater for him.
Loki had finished putting his clothing back on and went to find Arya, when he came across the shelves of books. They were labeled Mythology and Occult. This sparked his interest. He looked through the mythology and found his own. Stupid Migardians, thinking us to be myths. Their tiny, close-minded minds could not fathom other worlds. He hated these books. They always depicted him as a goblin-looking man with devil-horns on his helmet. He was much more attractive than the drawings.
"Loki?" the woman appeared at his side.
He snapped the book shut and returned it to its place. "What?" he demanded.
"Your clothes," she snapped back, shoving them into his arms.
He held them out in front of him and surveyed them. "These will suit me fine." He tossed them at her. "I'll take them," he said walking briskly toward the register.
Arya stared after him. Was he serious? She angrily followed after him. He shoved some cash into her hand and looked at her name tag. "Have a great day, Miss Arya." He turned to leave, when she angrily grabbed his arm.
"Hey! I thought you were going to try those on? That was the whole point of me measuring you to begin with!"
He looked at her. "I could tell these would fit me," he said simply.
"Well then what the hell was that?" She was livid.
Loki turned to smirk at her. "That? That was fun." He turned back on his heel. "I have a feeling we will be seeing more of each other, Arya."
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So what did you think about Arya meeting Loki for the first time? And how did you like Loki toying with her?
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