I got a new bookcase. I finally visited an Ikea and I have to say, it was just as bad as everyone said it was. If I wasn't so tired and just wanted to put it over with, I wouldn't have gotten anything from there.

But I did. So here I am assembling an Ikea bookcase in my room with my stalker.

I lower the instructions to stare, eye narrowed, at the pale skinned frost giant. By all accounts he shouldn't be real. No one else can see him either so maybe I'm going crazy. What are the symptoms of schizophrenia?

A chuckle draws my attention. I glare.

"You're not crazy."

"Says the fictional character."

He just smirks, focused on the boards in his hands.

Glancing back at the instructions I say, "It says we have to put part D into part C with screw A8."

He scoffs. "I am a god! I don't need instructions from a dull manual."

"Sure, okay." I roll my eyes, pulling out my phone. "Whatever you say."

I scroll through Instagram, ignoring my possible hallucination struggle to fit a too big screw into the wrong slot.

I frown, my finger pausing over the screen. Its odd. Loki moves through the house with no reservations, doing as he pleases, but no one else sees him or acknowledges his presence. I mean, if I'm not crazy and he is real, then that shouldn't be too surprising. He is the "God of Mischief". In the movies and comics he's shown to be a master of illusions. If he doesn't want to be seen he won't be.

I furrow my brow. So why does he show himself to me?

"Aagh!"

Pulled from my thoughts I raised my head to give Loki a look. "Need help?"

"I may need the manuel." He growls. "Possibly."

I raise a brow skeptically at the mangled mess that was supposed to e my new bookcase. There's no salvaging that. I open my mouth to suggest a break when my bedroom door opens.

"Everything alright in here?" My dad asks, peaking his head in.

"Yeah, just having trouble with the snstructions." I answer. "I might need to buy a different bookcase through..." I trail off as I realize he's not paying attention to me, but rather something behind me.

I turn around to find a black cat with stunning green eyes sprawled out on the carpet.

"Where did that cat come from?"

I glare at said cat. Now he shows himself.