Last chapter of Mirror. I would like to thank everyone who has supported this story and motivated me to continue writing it. The last half of this chapter is a sort of sneak peek/intro to the sequel I will be writing, which will be a Loki/OC story. The Avengers will come in to play later on in the sequel, so I hope you all choose to continue the amazing support and read the sequel! :)
After talking with his father Thor stalks through the dining hall. He ignores the excited and cheerful chatter of his companions, his eyes searching for Eira. He finds her standing next to a sitting Sif. The two women were sharing a conversation. Eira laughs lightly, the sound filling Thor's ears. An undeniable smile grows on his features. She looks up, her blue eyes light up when she sees him. He watches her as she walks over to him. She wore a regal blue dress that billowed with her strides. As she draws nearer he reaches out for her hand, pulling it to his lips. She smiles at him.
"I missed you so much," She says softly to him.
He had missed the sound of her voice.
"Come with me Eira, we must talk," Thor says, holding her hand and leading her away from the loud hall.
The two walk silently for awhile, silence embracing them. Thor pauses and looks to the skies, wondering where Loki had wound up. Eira places a comforting hand on his bicep, understanding that Thor was pained by the loss of his brother, despite all the wrong Loki had done.
"It is not your fault Thor, you did all you could," She whispers to him.
He looks at her, his gentle eyes boring in to her, "He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No, he did not hurt me," She replies.
He nods, looking back up to the stars before his gaze turned upon to glittering city.
"I met a woman on earth," Thor begins, looking at Eira to gauge her reaction.
"Oh…" She trails off, letting her hand slip out of his.
"It is not what you think, my sweet Eira, this woman, Jane, if I was never to return here, if I was to settle with less than you, it would have been her. Nothing happened between the two of us though, my heart has always been yours," Thor spoke softly.
Eira felt a sense of relief flood her systems, nothing had happened, he had not betrayed her. She lifts herself up, standing on her tip toes and placing a soft kiss on Thor's cheek. He grins, pulling her to him and pressing his lips dominantly over hers. He pulls away reluctantly, touching her cheek gently.
"Oh how I missed you, Eira," he whispers, placing his forehead against hers, "I love you," he murmurs.
A grin finds its way to Eira's face, "I love you too Thor."
Darkness engulfed his very soul. After falling from Asgard, from the golden halls of his youth, he had seen many other worlds. All full of hatred, nothingness. He had a scheme, but one always learns his foes ahead of time, or in this case, his soon to-be subjects. His body hurdles towards the Earth, weak from his travels.
On Earth, a young woman watches the night skies from her high rise apartment. The stars were rarely seen in the city, New York City, to be exact. But tonight she could see the stars and the moon clearly. She jumps from her seat, hurrying to the window as she watches something fall from the sky. She gazes upon it curiously as it plummets to the Earth. A sudden crash shakes her building and those nearby. She struggles to keep her balance while running to her coat rack and throwing on a small black leather jacket. She scurries down the stairs, not caring to wait for the elevator. She runs from the building, finding the nearby alley where the initial impact occurred. She peers curiously down the dark alley, her mouth falling open as she finds a man laying battered on the ground. He was not one of the homeless that she was accustomed to seeing around the city. He was dressed like a businessman, a fine black suite, with a white undershirt, and a thin green scarf that hung halfheartedly from his neck.
She stares in disbelief, finding it impossible that this man had just fallen from the sky. She had seen and experienced many strange things during her years at work, but she had never been in the department of extraterrestrial beings. Sure, she had heard the stories from some of her other coworkers, but never truly believed them. Deciding it was not her place to make contact with the man, she reaches for her phone in her pocket.
"Don't," a hoarse voice came, causing her to jump and nearly drop her phone.
She coughs nervously, "Excuse me?"
The man turns to look at her weakly, his green eyes penetrating her blue ones.
Anger flashed through his eyes as he stares into hers. She looked so similar to the goddess he had once loved. He had to chuckle at the cruelty of it all, that this was the one chosen to start his plan. This girl before him, she was a near spitting image of Eira. Her eyes, though they were the same blue, had uniqueness to them. The outside being a darker, more oceanic blue, the majority being a light sky blue like Eira's, but the middle, surrounding her pupils were a hazel brown. Her brown hair passed a few inches past her shoulders, and flowed in full waves.
She shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. He was beautiful, if that term could be used to describe a man. She admired his green eyes, despite the contempt they held. She had never laid eyes upon someone who had such intense green eyes. His black hair was slicked backed, though many strands had fallen out of place from his experience. He had cuts on his face, but other than that he looked like perfection.
"Take me to your chambers," He ordered.
She looks at him stupidly. Why on earth would she welcome a stranger in to her home?
"I'm sorry, but, I don't know you. I cannot take you to my house. Let me call someone, they can help you," She speaks, lifting her phone as she starts to punch in the all too familiar phone number.
"I said, NO!" He yells, his voice echoing through the alley.
This time she did drop her phone, it falls to the ground, the battery popping out. She scrambles to collect the parts, standing up once again and looking at the wounded man before her. He begins slowly pulling himself off the ground. The young woman takes a few steps back as he reaches a hand out to her.
"Lead the way," He says, and without another doubt she begins walking back to her apartment, unsure of what had come over her.
She leads him to the elevator, standing as far away from him as she could. She could feel cold coming from his body, and it made her deeply uncomfortable. It had not been a terribly cold night, there was only a slight chill in the air and there was no way he was that cold from being outside. She steps quickly off the elevator, walking to her door before stumbling over the keys. She opens her door, letting the strange man in to her apartment. He takes long strides over to her leather couch, taking a seat and crossing his legs as if his appearance was a casual visit of an old friend.
"Who are you?" She questions, standing at a safe distance from the man.
An unsettling, manic smile appears on his face as he looks at the young woman before him.
"You will know soon enough, Rebecca."
I am so very excited to write the sequel for this story and finally give Loki some affection. Thank you all once again for your support, it means the world to me and I hope you all will take the time to follow the sequel :)