I am a crazy cat lady. This might make it sort of apparent. I don't own any Avengers, naturally. Please tell me how I'm doing! If anyone has noticed (which they probably haven't) I am also animeluver345 from Quizilla. But it got too confusing and censored for my taste. Anyway. Enjoy!
I was a little girl alone in my little world
who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
and laughed in my pretty bed of green,
"I'm sorry Anna, but it's just not working out"
"It's not you, it's me-"
"We just want different things-"
"We're just too different."
Time after time came the excuses from boyfriends, from a to z. They were too different, she was too strange.
They wanted to push her into sex too soon, go bar hopping.
She wanted to sit at home, snuggling on a couch and watching Chick flicks.
Anna Parker was never going to find true love.
"What's wrong with me?" She groaned, rising from her moping on the couch to slump into the kitchen. Navy sweats were nearly falling off her hips and her chest was lost in a large gray sweatshirt, cut off on top, a white camisole peaking out. Her dark hair was a sloppy mess and she huffed into her bangs, opening the refrigerator.
Scratch. Scratch scratch scratch.
"Hmm?" Anna hummed before standing up. She glanced out her kitchen window, out into the rain, when the noise came again.
Scratch scratch scratch. The back door?
Meow?
Anna looked down. There, sitting in a damp little ball, was a black cat peering back up at her.
"Oh! Poor kitty!" The woman cried, bending over in a flash and cuddling the animal to her chest. It curled stiffly in her hands and Anna cooed, hurrying to the bathroom and turning a little portable heater on.
"Just sit here, kitty, and I'll be right back!" She exclaimed, bustling out to fetch a towel. In less than a minute she returned, bundling the cat and wiping away the cool moisture residing on its fur.
In time it began to warm and Anna smiled, happy she had been able to restore it to a regular homeostasis.
Wide, emerald eyes looked up and fascinated the young woman. She had never seen a cat with quite so intelligent eyes.
"You look as if you're thinking. Do you wish to leave me, too?" Anna asked, rising to her feet with the creature in her arms. The cat looked on at her, wise and unblinking.
Anna began to smile, once again.
"I think I will call you…Othello."
He was both mildly amused and offended by the mortal's name choice for him.
From his reading he had learned of Othello, the main character of a Shakespearian play. Othello was noble, intelligent, and married to a beautiful woman, but was also very jealous of others.
So how did this weak, small little creature peg him so easily?
The Norse God had been following her for quite some time.
He had been prowling, moping over his landing on the feeble Earth planet, when the sound of messy high heels injured his ears.
There she was, dressed in a poufy pink party dress, chestnut hair pulled into a ballet bun. Dark bangs tickled just above her blue eyes that were darting around, as if lost.
And, after he crept closer to listen, he realized that's just what she was: lost.
He didn't know why he felt the need to help her. Those great, emotional eyes, her worried pink lips.
He didn't know why he felt connected to her.
But he was.
Stealthily the black cat led her to the restaurant she kept mumbling about, sitting in a subdued window seal.
Just in case.
He watched her cute face crumble like the Berlin wall. Those blue orbs welled with tears and her pink lips trembled, looking anywhere but at the man across from her.
She had been dumped.
He woke up in her arms, still in feline form. Curled in a ball against her chest, her lips warming his neck. He stretched and she fidgeted, limbs straightening out with a great yawn.
"Oh! Hello, kitty. I forgot about you," The soft, child-like woman spoke, smiling at the animal and rubbing behind his ears. A warm purr reverberated within his throat, much to his surprise, and Anna laughed.
"I'm glad I can make someone happy," She grumbled, kissing his head and rising from the cozy bed. Little padded feet followed behind her swaying walk, stopping just at the entrance of the open kitchen.
"I don't have cat food. I have milk, eggs, and some deli ham. That's not bad, right?" She asked, arms full before dropping the food onto the kitchen island. Green eyes blinked and Anna grinned.
Within minutes the short kindergarten teacher had finished the meals, placing a plate on the floor and one on the counter.
The sound of Othello's lapping of the milk made her smile, and before she knew it he was through, making himself comfortable in her lap.
"It's summer, so no work for me. It means less stress, but more time alone. In this house. By myself," She sighed, scratching at his ears once again. The feline purred softly.
"You are a very good listener," She encouraged with a laugh.
Bright, green eyes caught hers and for the second time Anna questioned the animal's humanity.
But that was preposterous. A cat couldn't have human intelligence…right?
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park,
I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie.
I said a prayer and fell asleep.
He had never been cared for as Anna Parker did for him.
She had friends, sure. Other women who would come and play, watch movies and dine with his "owner." Women who seemed very beautiful on the outside, but could not compare with Anna's kind splendor.
She fed him like a king, gave him warm baths and allowed him to follow her everywhere, from the mailbox to bed.
It was almost enough, to be an unjudged animal loved by a mortal woman.
And he may have been able to go on believing this, until Anna's best friend set her up with a date.
That asshole, who had broken her heart before.
"I don't know, Kels."
That's right. Do not forget what he did.
"Come on, Anna. Keagan's a different person now, and he feels bad,"
No, no. He hasn't changed; he will hurt you again.
"Well…"
Anna was biting her bottom lip as she always did when she thought. Just like when she messed with her bangs when nervous, or hummed when she was happy.
Not that Keagan could know all these things. Only him.
"…Alright. One date, during the day. At the Palm Café," Anna Parker finally agreed, brushing dark hair away from blue eyes. Kelsey squealed and a queasy grin kissed Anna's lips, sighing.
The woman left and Anna slumped, looking at Othello for support.
Even he seemed disappointed in her.
One date. It's just one date.
It was another pink dress, top in a small, pretty bow and sending ruffles down the summery material. It wasn't poufy but fit her nicely, hair once again up.
It was the first time he had seen her with all her with every dark lock pulled away from her pretty face.
"Well, good-bye, Othello. I should be home soon," Anna told him, nervously fixing lip gloss in the mirror. Emerald eyes blinked and she finally turned to him, smile growing.
"Stop looking at me like that. You make me feel quite guilty," The dark-haired woman quipped with a grin. She scratched his ears and kissed his head, petting his silky fur.
A moment later she was slipping out the door, off to another.
I can't. I can't let her go.
It was a breezy, summer day in Asheville, North Carolina.
Tears streamed down a young woman's face, hair falling loose from a chignon as her steps echoed down the sidewalk.
Sometimes, people don't change,
She had waited an hour and a half, watched by pained green eyes from the window.
Anna Paker had been stood up.
It would be the last, her last attempt of finding love. How could she bear it anymore, giving time for others who could find none for her?
The light was green, but there wasn't a car in sight as Anna Parker crossed the street, head down as she wiped at her eyes.
"Look out!"
Those blue eyes rose, stricken by fear like a doe in a field.
Brakes screeched, pedestrians screamed, and just as every observer figured the pretty, slender woman to be a goner,
A flash of a man appeared.
She had been saved, just in time. Sliding across the road and onto the sidewalk, secure in a man's strong, lean arms.
"Are you alright, Anna?"
"I-I think…yes," Anna gasped as the man helped her to her feet, holding on to her arms. Tears began to fall once again in spite of herself, head shaking.
"I-I'm sorry, really. It just…it has been…such an awful morning," The woman cried, covering her eyes. Hands squeezed her forearms.
"You mustn't give up, Anna," The man murmured, softly.
Anna Parker looked up, realizing this man had called her by name, in a voice she had never heard before. Who could he possibly be?
He was handsome. Pale and tall, with dark hair and a kind smile.
Two deep, knowing green eyes looked into hers, smile growing.
Anna's heart stopped.
"Are you…Do I…Know you?" The brunette woman asked, pink lips falling open. The green-eyed man smiled a pearly white smile, and instantly she knew.
It was him.
"You know me, and yet you do not. I can tell you, however, that as clever as your name for me was, it is not my true identity," He laughed, causing her heart to flutter. Anna was in awe, questioning her own sanity.
"Then, who-" She began, looking at him with those wide, blue eyes. The man was as taken by her as he always had been.
"I am the one who knows you better than anyone. I know children make you smile and Fitzgerald makes you weep, rainy days make you sleepy and the sunshine calls to you like an old friend. I know of your collection of seashells and jewelry, that you give more than you take. I know that you have been hurt by past lovers, but you mustn't give up, Anna Parker. If anything, believe in me. I will never stray, or leave you. I will be your dream. I will be the one who will stay with you, protect you. Believe in me,"
There could be a tornado instead of the sunshine above; rain or hail or snow.
To her, there was only him.
Him, holding her close, looking at her so deeply.
A smile curved his lips and at last her heart began to beat,
As if for the very first time.
"I don't…I don't even know your name," She breathed. His smile warmed and a cool forehead pressed against hers, green eyes closing.
"My name is Loki, Loki Odinson. And I swear to you Anna Parker, I will never let you fall,"
Asgardian eyes opened to find her deep, watery blue orbs, a smile breaking through her sweet, pink lips. She laughed, a laugh that only she could laugh.
Loki Odinson had never been kissed quite as she did to him, feeling his insides ignite. A look of sheer happiness caressed her face and fingers grazed her cheeks, fascinated and nervous and excited all at once.
He had fallen in love, with a mortal woman.
And he had never felt so euphoric.
Sometimes, people don't change, But sometimes, sometimes, they do. Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave. I had a dream
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.
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