A/N: I haven't posted it here, but I am working on a 100 songfic challenge. One of the songs I got in my shuffle was 'The Killing Moon' by Echo and the Bunnymen. This story was meant to be a oneshot, but... Well... Then this happened. XD Hope you enjoy it!
Rules: The rules (if you want to do this challenge yourself) - modified from ~CartoonQueen1432 on deviantart
Rule 1: Get your MP3 player or anything type of music player that has shuffle on it.
Rule 2: Write down the name and artist and keep doing this until you get a list of 100 songs
Rule 3: You can write either a 100 chapter story, 100 one-shots, or a combination of the two. It doesn't matter how long they are.
Rule 4: You HAVE to use all 100 songs. They don't have to be in the order you wrote the list, You just have to use all the songs.
Disclaimer: Loki, Stark, Rogers, and any other recognizable characters are not mine. Except for you. You belong to me. ;p
Guys, thank you SO much for the positive reviews! Also, I feel like this is shorter than usual, but it's already late, and I need to get to lunch.
"Hey, look," you snap, whirling around to face the man beside you, "This isn't gonna work. You can't just go around smashing people against walls, kissing them, and following them around." The man snarls.
"I do what I wish, and there is nothing you can do to stop me," he growls, slamming his arm into your back, causing you to stumble forward into him. You move to shove him away, but he catches your wrists in his cool, slender hands, "Nothing."
You grumble, then sigh. He's right. There is nothing you can do. Why didn't I accept those self-defense lessons again? you wonder. "At least tell me your name," you mumble.
"What? Your little "hero" friends didn't tell you?" he smirks. You shake your head. "I am Loki of Asgard." He sounds very proud, as if this should be impressive.
"And… What county is Asgard in? Because you sound British. I'm fairly certain that there isn't a town in England called 'Asgard'… Is there?" you ask, still wishing that he would leave, but temporarily willing to admit defeat.
"Asgard in… England?" Loki seems to be taken aback, "Do you know nothing of mythology?" He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "No… Asgard is another realm. A realm of immortals. The realm of the Norse gods." If the Avengers hadn't come out just to protect you from this guy, you would think he was crazy. But if the Avengers were worried about this guy, there must be some truth in his madness.
"So… What are you God of?" you ask him, turning to continue on your way to Starbucks.
"Mischief. Lies. Fire," he shrugs, "It depends on who you ask." You nod and turn the corner. You see the Starbucks sign about thirty yards ahead of you, and your mouth starts to water.
"While you're here, do you want anything?" you ask, changing the topic.
"No. Midgardian beverages do not please me." You shake your head. Not good enough.
"Do you like bitter things or sweet things?"
"Uh… Sweet, I guess," Loki answers, confused. He opens the door and you both walk in.
"I'll have a grande white chocolate mocha Frappuccino, extra white chocolate, extra whipped cream, and a venti carmel frap, extra whip," you order, not even looking up at the menu.
"Under what name?" the barista asks, scribbling shorthand orders on each cup.
You give her your name, then slide over to the 'Pick Up' end of the bar.
"I told you, Midgardian beverages do not please me," he mutters, sliding to stand beside you, hands woven behind his back.
"You'll like it. Trust me." You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket.
"Ignore it," Loki hisses, glaring down at your pocket.
"I can't. Tony will worry," you reply, slipping the phone out of your pocket, pressing the answer call button. "Yeah?"
"Where are you? We're getting worried," Steve's voice crackles through the receiver.
"I'm fine. I'm at Starbucks. I told you, I need time alone to think. I'm waiting on my drink."
"Did he show up?" he asks nervously. Your eyes dart up to his face. He shakes his head. As if you needed to be told.
"No. I'm still alone. Just me by myself."
"And Tony, of course." You bring the heel of your palm up to your forehead.
"Of course."
"Can I talk to him?" You let out a startled gasp, eyes widening. "Something the matter?" You look up to Loki again. But it isn't Loki standing beside you. It's Stark. He holds his hand out to take the phone. You hand it to him.
"What've you got, Cap?" Loki –Er, Tony –asks. The barista calls your name, and you step forward to take the beverages, thanking her. "Mmhm. I see. Well. We can't have that, can we? Uh-huh. Okay. Yep. See you in a bit. Goodbye, Steve." Loki hangs up. "I shall return." Tony –Loki? Tony? Ugh! –steps into the restroom only to return a moment later, once again in his true form. You shake your head and hand him the mocha, taking a sip of your own Frappuccino.
"It's not as bad as I feared," Loki admits, sucking on the straw. The absurdity of the situation hits you. You're having a coffee date with a Norse god who has been stalking you. You start laughing. "Is something entertaining?"
Lyrics used:
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
