And here's Chapter Three! Thanks so much for reading :). Credit to Marvel for The Avengers, Caroline for Azrael, and Danii for Olivia. This chapter focuses mainly on Olivia and Loki.
Loki waited inside the small apartment, complete with strewn about photos of people, places, and things that he'd never laid eyes on before. Ordinary people, nothing special about them, but maybe that's what made them beautiful.
After around a mile or two of walking back home from her rather interesting exploration, Olivia made it back to the apartment building she'd been living in since her senior year of high school. She always took the stairs to her apartment, despite being on the fifth floor. Once at the door of her living space, she pulled out a ring of maybe two rings and a few keychains and opened the door. A heart attack couldn't compare to her reaction to the unexpected visitor gazing upon the photography she hung up on the walls.
Loki spun around on his heels, seeing Olivia. His pale head gave a small bow."Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder when you'd get back. I hope those so called heroes weren't too much trouble for you."
Olivia inhaled and exhaled similar to one with lung cancer. She quickly slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it. Her attempts to calm herself failed. "How..." she started. "You're... you're in my apartment... how..."
"I have sources, dear," Loki blinked, as if this were completely normal. "And it seems I haven't fully introduced myself. I'm Loki."
"Olivia," she greeted. Her breathing soothed. Her eyes couldn't come in contact with the 'demigod' before her. "Just... what are you in my.. my apartment? N-not that I'm off-ffended or anything."
"I had to make sure those puny 'Avengers' didn't wring you out. And, also... you catch my interest, mortal," Loki answered shortly. He turned back to the photographs on the wall adjacent to him, and gently pulled off one with Olivia and others.
"You really like my photography, huh?" she asked.
"To this I cannot lie. Is this your family?"
Her eyebrow raised as she walked forward to see which photo he was speaking of. Her face fell at the memory, and slowly turned away before speaking. "Kind of," she said while walking away. She swung her messenger bag over her shoulder and tossed it on the couch in poor condition.
Loki looked over his shoulder to she how sullen Olivia had suddenly become. "I do not know what you mean?" he inclined. His green orbs began to resemble worry towards this mortal girl.
"It's kind of a long story," she said. "But to put it short, I was adopted. The sad thing was, my biological parents put me up when I was three. I was put in over five foster homes, and I lived on my own since I was sixteen."
Loki's eyes widened to her confession. His head bowed in sadness as the thoughts of what Odin had told him about his past filled his mind. He wasn't Odinson from that moment on, but Lawfeyson. He followed behind and grabbed her hand. "Sorry to hear of your misfortune," he said. "I know the feeling quite well."
"Thanks," she replied. "If you don't mind, why are you in my little humble abode?" she said with her face brightened a bit.
"Ah, yes," Loki remembered. He let go of her hand and walked to the large window opposite the door. He looked down to see the puny townspeople walking the streets. "You know this city quite well, don't you?" he asked.
"I've lived in New York all my life," she answered. "I know it like the back of my hand... why?" Captain America's words popped up in her head. "He's real bad news."
Loki couldn't be bothered by all of the questions she asked, knowing how ignorant and pitiful mortals on the planet Earth were for all this time. He smiled. "This city shall be a base for my army when I dominate this realm," he answered.
Olivia's eyes widened to his statement. "D-dominate? No way, I don't think that's going to happen! We're at war as it is, people aren't going to go so easily!" she admitted.
Loki turned around with a frown on his face. "Maybe I shan't share such... vital information with you." he said. He began a slow pace around the living room of the apartment, hoping Olivia didn't see him as a madman. "I plan on controlling the planet, not just your measly country," he said right before his eyebrow crinkled. "That didn't help much, did it?" he said. How he could explain his motives to her, he couldn't figure out.
"The whole wor-" she exclaimed before pressing her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose. She began to laugh nervously under her breath. "That's even more impossible! Not only will people not be able to understand a single word you say, but the world is dangerous! People aren't so merciful here as they are in the other countries," she explained. Why was she so worried that a demigod was going to get hurt by the armies of the Middle East and Europe? He's a demigod! She took a few steps closer to Loki in his green and black glory, becoming more worrisome every second. She almost prayed he wasn't serious.
"I have ways, darling," he said as he shook his head. "I don't plan on ruling with no support, I have an army, an extraterrestrial one, at that. And... speaking of support..." he said with his eyes becoming hopeful. He grabbed her small hand again in his slender, yet large one. "I would much appreciate it if you became my comrade, dear Olivia."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sweat moistened her forehead at Loki's request. Becoming a bad guy would be one thing, but it would mean fighting against Captain America. He'll be so disappointed. What if her joining could possibly convince Loki to stop this crazy scheme? Taking one for the team? After a few awkward seconds, she made her decision.
She cleared her throat. "Yeah," she said. "I'll join you."
Loki's eyes widened and brightened at the same time. He exposed his brilliant teeth to her in a satisfied mischievous smile, like he'd won a prank contest. "Incredible!" he said. He let go of her hands and backed away. "I'll see you again, Olivia," and soon, he disappeared.
She stood there in absolute shock. Her knees bent to a crouch to the point of her balancing on the balls of her feet. She covered her face with her hands, and they quickly became wet with salt water sourced from her eyes. Noises small animals would make in sight of a hunter in the woods escaped from her mouth. "What did I just do?" she whimpered.
That's the end! The plot thickens! Stay tuned for our next chapter :)