Day 1:

Dear Diary... no, that wasn't right. Let's see, this is better. Dear Jarvis. Today was the day I saw this hottie in the cafeteria and I decided I want to eat him with all and wrap. But he's elusive as rat, I've been around the place almost all day and I couldn't see even his hair (and is beautiful hair, just so you know). So I went to the next thing. Search his name on google. I spent most of the night looking for his name but nothing came out on anywhere, I'm starting to think that maybe he could have given me a false name.

However! I won't lose hope, I know I'll find him!

Day 3:

Dear Jarvis, I have bad and good news.

The bad: No, I didn't managed to see the God that I want to fuck, I have been strolling two days around the cafeteria as hound doggie and people are already starting to look at me weird, I need to work on my spy skills.

The good: A not so cute girl but with nice breasts and smaller than me (I think her name was Jennifer or Jenny or Jane, I don't remember) says he knows him, his name's Loki Laufeyson and he only comes to this place saturday for breakfast. So... tatatatatatan... I have a name! Suffice to say that I left a very generous tip and I came almost running to the apartment to find his name.

My search is progressing!

Day 5:

Dear Jarvis, The fucking hell is taking me.

First, I spent researching everything I could about Loki Laufeyson and it turns out his name used to be Odinson, that fat old man that has dealings with my father, it seems that he adopted Loki as a baby, who found out recently, he changed the name when he turned eighteen and he currently has 20. Loki (how I love his name) is studying literature at the University of New York (and guess where I study?) and he's just a year away to get his teaching 's all an intellectual! Also, I found a lot of pictures of him that will serve me as porn material while I found him.

I want it to be saturday already!

Day 8:

Dear Jarvis, today is Saturday so obviously I was woke up by those fucking curtains again, I'm about to put metal to those fucking windows to see if I can sleep a full Saturday that way. Buuuuuuuuuut, I took advantage of it and appeared early in the cafe, ready to wait for my hottie to appeared. Janine was behind the cash and told me that Loki came in half an hour later so I ordered a coffee and I started to flirt with some girls at a nearby table, now I have an invitation to a party on Friday and two phone numbers. A very productive morning.

Finally, finally, after so much waiting, my dear torment entered the cafeteria and I swear I had to hold muself on the table unless I wanted to jump on he was all made a doll! His glued black pants, a bright green shirt that drew his eyes out, his black hair messy and slightly wet. I got a fucking hard on instantly. Joanna greeted him with a big smile and pointed at me subtly (or what she thinks is subtle, sure, it would have been better if I put a sign above me and that would have been more discreet). My Loki wasn't so happy, he sat as far away from me as he could but that didn't discourage me, I went to his table with my best smile, greeting him calmly. But I must say that Loki has a demon humor when he wants, he just needed to drop a few words to make me feel the most stupid person in the world and left before I could say anything.

Damn fucking luck. But if he believes that I will surrender, he's sadly mistaken. You will really know who Anthony Stark is!

Day 9:

Dear Jarvis, if I ask you kindly, would you kill me?

Today I went looking for Loki on the building of Literature. I had bathed, perfumed, impeccably dressed and was in my best mood to convince him to get into a dark room with me and fuck until we're tired. But I had no time to approach him when another person went to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. I figured that it was the fucking boyfriend and I was going to approach to let him know that he had competition with his hottie when the guy turns to me.

And mother of the fuckers. It was Bruce.

To say I was more frozen than the titanic at the sea bottom, was a say. Bruce smiled at me when he saw me and introduced me to his boyfriend, Loki narrowed his eyes at me but then pretended not to know me, fully behaving. A conversation completely led by Bruce happened later, I still wanted for the damned land swallow me and Loki was still his damn perfect being. When they left, I almost sighed in relief and obviously that little stab I felt in my stomach wasn't jealousy. Why would I be jealous of Brucie? I just wanted to fuck him. Now I knew that Bruce was doing that and maybe he was kissing him and caressing him and licking him and... ARG!

Kill me ¿okay?

"Sir, I must remind you that I'm neither your diary and you're not a fifteen teenage girl.

"Shut up, Jarvis"