Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or it's characters.
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I push the door open with my shoulder, a book starting to slide off my pile. I lean back and tuck my chin down to keep it from falling.
I may have gone a little overboard with the books at the library. Its just I haven't been in so long with everything that's happened this last year. The hours their open are shorter too, so that limits when I can go as well.
Sitting down on a bench they still have outside I set the books down and remove my backpack. I'm glad they still have these ones out here. For whatever reason they got rid of the one in the main lobby which is really annoying. I glance up while pulling a reusable brown cloth bag from my backpack and notice the black cat that's been following me everywhere.
"How's it going?" I ask.
His tail flicks, his green eyes meeting mine. He's sitting on the bench across from me. I wonder when he got there. He wasn't there when I came out of the building.
"Catch any good mice?"
His eyes lid, making him look annoyed.
"No?" I shrug. "Maybe you'll find a juicy one tomorrow. Maybe even a nice bird?"
No response.
Not that I was expecting one.
Finished putting my books away I stand up and shoulder my bags.
"Good talk." I say, starting to walk away.
Passing the black cat's bench I pause. I adjust my backpack and look back at him. "Hey, listen, not that I don't enjoy your company, but I'm gonna need you to stop following me around. My dad thinks I'm feeding you or something and that's why you're following me." I roll my eyes. "Obviously, that's not the case, but the result is the same. You can't keep following me. Sorry, whole family is allergic. I hope you understand."
The cat once again holds my gaze with those gorgeous green eyes, head ever so slightly tilted.
And again, no response.
My shoulders slump and I shake my head at myself. "I'm talking to a cat as if he understands me." I sigh before shrugging. "Oh, well. Dad'll just have to get over it."
I start walking again, heading for the sidewalk. Its a bit of a walk home, but the weather's nice and I like the exercise.
Just as I'm leaving the parking lot I get the feeling I'm being watched. You know, that feeling of eyes on you? Usually you feel it in big crowds or dark, quiet streets. Sometimes you can even feel where the eyes are coming from.
Right now they're coming from somewhere higher than a cat's height.
I turn around, expecting to just find anothe library goer. Likey headed to their car and just glancing my direction or something.
What I find is a six foot tall man with long black hair, wearing black leather with gold and green accents. His face was angular, handsome. He was smirking, eyes glittering with silent laughter.
Loki. The man I find is Loki.
The cat is noticably gone.
"Perhaps your father would prefer my company like this?" He gestures to his current form.
"..."
He raises a brow, waiting for my response.
A very intelligent one at that.
"What?"