And so we sat there, screaming at each other for at least ten minutes. In between the shouts we were laughing hysterically, I mean, how lucky was this!
The phone suddenly drops out and I sigh and put it back down on the couch. I sit there for a few minutes, thinking about Loki, my sister, Thor and various other things. I'm so absorbed in my thinking and I don't hear the faint knocking at my front door. I haven't heard that noise in forever, no one ever visits at my house.
I get up, cautious that it could be some creep and walk down to the door. I curse myself for not getting that peeping hole in the door when I had the chance. I turn the knob, my heart beating loudly.
"Ellie," a familiar voice says.
"Loki?" I say in surprise. How does he know where I live?
"H-how did you know where I live?" I stutter.
"Research, can I come in?" he asks, sounding anxious.
"Yeah sure, why are you here?"
"I'll tell you later, it's not safe here," he whispers, looking behind his shoulder as if expecting to see someone behind him.
I stand aside and he almost sprints inside. I slam the door shut quickly and follow him into my lounge room. He doesn't sit down but he moves across to the window and whips the curtain across.
"Okay, tell me, why are you here, and how did you find out where I lived? I called you know," I say decisively, he was going to tell me why he was here.
"Okay, sorry Ellie, to barge in like this. But I'm in danger," he says seriously, looking into my eyes, "I needed somewhere safe and secretive to stay, and Ellie, you're the only person I can trust, Selly too, but she doesn't have a house of her own," he whispers, taking my hand.
I frown, "In danger? How?"
"Okay, well this is going to sound absolutely unbelievable but Ellie, I want you to help me so you have to know everything, only if you want to though, it could be dangerous for you too, and I feel instinctively like I should be protecting you, which I'm definitely not doing by telling you the truth," he says earnestly.
Danger is nothing to me, not when I would have him, he could protect me, I didn't feel scared with him there. So I said, "I want to know Loki, I feel safe with you, tell me everything," I touch his chest and I can feel him shiver with pleasure.
"Okay," he smiles at me, a sad one but sort of hopeful too.
"You know those stories, movies, comics about the superheroes, or their less common name, The Avengers?" he asks.
"Yeah, like the ones on that painting?" I reply, feeling a bit weird and wondering where this was going to lead.
He looks like he's having a bit of trouble saying the next part, "…Well, Ellie. They're real."
Neither of us say anything for a while, letting it sink in.
"Okay," I say, trying to sound calm and reassured.
"Do you believe me Ellie? I know we just met, and well, this is crazy, but do you believe me?" he says, the Carly Rae Jepsen pun eminent.
We both smile at the phrasing of his words matching that stupid song. After a while I say, "Of course Loki," I'm being truthful, he sounds so serious.
"Good," he says offering me a sweet smile, "And you've probably heard about what happened to the Stark Tower right?"
"Yeah, there was something on the news."
"Ellie, uhm, well…" he's struggling with his words, "It was my fault, I was the one who compromised it's security," he puts his head into his hands, almost as if he feels ashamed for me to see his face.
"W-what? That, it couldn't have been you, how?!"
"I'm sorry Ellie, it's true, you don't know me, you don't know what I'm really like," he states, sounding blank of emotion.
"That's not true, I know what you're like, the gorgeous man who asked me out on my first date, I'd never been anywhere with a guy before you, you're amazing, you're in no way a bad person."
He looks up at me, seeming hopeful but his words sound just as cutting as before, "I can't believe you think that about me, but it's you Ellie, you made me that way, I changed myself for you, I don't know why but you just made me think differently."
"Well what are you usually like?" I ask, not expecting anything drastic.
"I wasn't born on Earth, I come from Asgard, my full name is Loki Laufeyson, my brother Thor who you probably assumed was named after the god of thunder is actually the god of thunder, and I am known as the God of Mischief and Lies," it all came out as one big mass of words, many of which I was far from believing. But Loki looked utterly serious. He couldn't be joking about something as serious as this.
"..Wait so you're a god? Like a real god? An immortal one?" I ask in shock.
He smiles slightly, "Yes… and yes, partly so."
"So you're partially immortal, how does that make sense?" I ask, screwing up my forehead in confusion.
"Well my mortal body can die on Earth, but my soul, it goes back to where I was born, Asgard."
"So you come back alive again, after you die, how long does it take?" I sputter out the questions, looking for answers, trying to make sense of this.
"Calm down Ellie, and yes I do, it usually doesn't take very long, a couple of years at the most," he says.
"A couple of years. That's ages, what happens in those years though? Are you just dead until someone decides to resurrect you or something?" I guess uncertainly.
"No, no," he says trying to hide a grin at my opinions, "I'm there, as an actual god, not one who can freely converse with living things but I can still go wherever I want, I can watch," he explains.
"So if you died, you could come and watch over Earth, over me?" I suggested.
"Yes, I could, you wouldn't know that I was there though."
"Is that all?" I ask hesitantly, knowing it probably wasn't.
"No, I'm afraid there's more, stuff even worse than this," he utters.
"Tell me, I don't care, just tell me Loki," I reply.
I saw he was struggling to get the words out, and his eyes looked wet, "I want to take over Earth, Ellie, I have an army back home, we're going to take over Earth," he stopped looking at me for a moment and an evil glint appeared in his eyes. It disappeared quickly though, when I said, "Loki, why do you want to do that?"
"It's.. it's.. I want power, I need power, you humans are weak, insignificant, you need a ruler, you're made to be lead, you're made to follow, not have the freedom which you think you want," he wasn't even talking to me anymore, he was muttering to himself, sounding delirious. Now I was slightly scared.
He starts when I grab his hand but after a few minutes he regains enough composure to look me in the eyes. Something really weird came over him just then, whether it's just all the desire for power he had been keeping bottled up inside of him around me or something else, maybe controlling him somehow. I really hoped it was the latter.
"What does this mean then?" I ask, almost whispering.
He looks almost shocked, "What does this mean, Ellie, what do you think it means?! We have no chance together, you'll think nothing of me after this, and besides it's dangerous for you to even be around me."
"No that's not true, I still think that man is in you somehow, I just can't understand the other part of you, that's okay, I still want to be with you, I-I want to help you," I stammer.
He leans into me and his lips touch mine. We end up with our arms around each other, hugging, for about ten minutes.
"See? We can work things out Loki," I point out.
He sighs gingerly, and lets go of me before saying, "Only so far."
"I just want to know, why are you doing this? Trying to take over the earth?"
"Like I was saying before," he says, looking pained, "Just don't make me repeat it, please?" he looks at me desperately.
"Hmm, okay, just you're going to have to tell me all about it eventually you know."
I bring out a spare mattress from under my bed, one that has never been used but I bought it anyway, just in case of surprise visitors. Loki will be the first person to sleep in it. That is if he's going to sleep. I don't know what these god type people do at night. Do they actually sleep? Or do they just pretend to? It was all so weird and confusing. Yet somehow I was sort of, I don't know, excited that Loki wasn't who he seemed to be. I liked the idea of being brought into his life, no matter how dangerous it could be.
I laid the sleeping bag onto the mattress and called down the hallway to Loki, "Loki, your bed's ready!"
I had originally wanted him to sleep in my bed but he had dismissed the idea straightaway, whether he didn't want to or thought it was too dangerous somehow I don't know. But it hurt either way, scarily enough, more than him being this weird god type person and wanting to rule the earth. What the fuck brain?