Ch. 2. Just a Simple Vow

Loki POV:

Who knew that mortals could wedge their way into hearts so fast? Usually they are all the same, so boring, so shallow, so concerned with their dull little lives, truly the rat race.

But not this one. Not Patricia Parker.

Perhaps it was her shyness, the uncertainty that she so clearly felt about not being good enough, when her purity of heart is something that I assumed only existed in fairy tales. Or perhaps it was her compassion, how she truly cared about every living thing.

But it was mostly her belief that there is good in everyone, that nobody is ever truly gone, that make her different. Make her extraordinary. Make her, in fact, the one and only Patricia Parker.

Far be it fro me to destroy this belief, and let me just say that the person who does would get such pure agony from me that it would put Dark Elves to shame.

This is why I have taken a blood oath to protect her with my life. As everyone should.
But I am still going to stab Thor at least once today. She may be a living saint, but I most certainly am not.

Patty POV:

I think Mr. Loki actually likes me. Just a little. I mean, maybe. It's kinda hard to tell with him.

He did stop from stabbing Mr. Thor when I asked him not to, but I think that was mostly because I caught him in the act. And Mr. Thor didn't even notice.

And he did give me a really nice knife, but I think that was just to antagonize Ms. Stark. She doesn't like him for some reason, I don't know why. He's funny, and nice, and charming, and really cool.

I like him. He pretends to be mean for some reason but really he's not. You just have to get past his shell. It's not even that hard to get past his shell.

I don't think he's ever had a friend before. And I've never had a friend like him before. Which is why I promised myself that I would always be his friend. Even when Mr. Thor abandons him.

Which seems to happen quite often.