Chloe pulled open the fridge in a huff. Working late meant she got to sleep in, but that also meant that when she got home at 3:30 a.m., she was incredibly hungry and far too lazy to cook. Pulling out a carton of milk and pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she flipped on the news.
"And we've got what appears to be a pixilated cell phone shot of the creature in charge of the New York battle. As you can see he looks like something straight out of Alien-" That was all Chloe could handle before she turned her TV off. Three weeks ago, what is now dubbed as 'The Battle of New York' ravaged the large city and left the World with far too many unexplained questions. Reports of aliens and extraterrestrial beings were all anyone could say, besides the fact that these alleged 'super heroes' we all read about in the comics are now real. Scoffing to herself, she quietly finished her cereal and padded her way to the bedroom.
Dave, boyfriend extraordinaire by day, hibernating bear by night, currently took over her entire bed. He had the day off tomorrow just as she did, so he spent the night in her apartment and waited for her to finish work. His bare chest rose and fell with his deep breathing, and Chloe smiled at him as she disguarded all of her clothes save for her underwear.
Gently climbing onto her bed and around Dave's mess of limbs, she kissed the side of his face and got the sleepy man to release his hold on half of the bed. Turning the other way, Chloe climbed under the sheet and after a few minutes of restless thought, fell asleep.
"Hey Chloe? Red or white?" Chloe fumbled with the buttons on her shirt before shouting back at Dave from her closet.
"White's good. I'll be out in a minute!" She still took a rather extensive amount of time picking out clothes around Dave – they hadn't been together for that long, certainly not long enough to wear the shirt with the stain on the front. Checking her shorts in the mirror once more and throwing her hair into a ponytail, she headed out for the kitchen.
Dinner consisted of chicken and rice, (it was nice when the man knew how to cook for once) and once dinner was finished, Dave packed up his things and prepared to head home.
"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious," Chloe said to him as he grabbed his toothbrush from her bathroom and threw it into his bag.
"Not a problem," he said with a huge smile. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it."
"I did. I find it incredibly sexy that you can cook, and if you didn't have to work so damn early I'd love to thank you for that meal properly." Dave smirked at her and leaned in her bedroom doorway. She jumped off her bed and approached him, her arms curling around his body with ease. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?"
"If I didn't have to get up in seven hours, you know I'd have you in that bed right now," Dave said, kissing her forehead before heading towards the front door.
"I know," she replied in a disappointed tone. "Have a safe drive though, let me know when you get home."
"Absolutely," he said, bending down to kiss her on the mouth before slipping on his sandals and opening the door. With a small wave, she shut the door and locked it.
She went to work cleaning the kitchen and the small tornado of a mess that Dave created in her kitchen, throwing on her stereo and pouring herself the rest of the wine.
Half way through the dishes, she heard a heavy knock on her door. Chloe chuckled to herself, throwing the tea towel over her shoulder and padding to the door. 'I knew he'd come back,' she thought to herself.
"Geez, that certainly didn't take lon-"
A bloodied and beaten man leaned against the wall in the hallway, wearing grey rags and looking up at her with piercing green eyes.
"Loki?"