Wrapped around your finger-Part 1
Hey, guyssss!!!!! So I decided to write a little something about my current obession- Loki. After seeing Thor:Ragnarok I finally got the inspiration and let me tell you this: TOM HIDDLESTON IS THE SEXIEST CREATURE WHICH HAS EVER LIVED ON THIS PLANET and please don’t fight me on this. Now about the story: I’m thinking about it becoming a 10-chapter-ish thing but I can’t tell for sure yet. It’s going to get smutty in the later chapters, so keep that in mind. I’ll be so happy if you enjoy reading it and then tell me what you think about it. The plot takes place just after the end of Thor:Ragnarok when Loki us staying on the Earth. So far I have only written a 2-part fan fiction about Podrick from Game of Thrones (you can check it out if you like) so I’m rather new to this writing thing. English is not my first language, so there may be some mistakes here and there. Enjoy! :-)
Loki senced it. Everyone he passed while walking down the 5-th Avenue was holding a heart-deep hatred towards him. They were either showing it openly by glaring at him and calling him names or just avoiding eye-contact for fear he might harm them. Of course, he couldn’t care less. He found this common despise towards him rather convenient as everyone made way for him and he didn’t have to deal with the crowds. It’s not like he had anything to be in a hurry, though. After he, Thor and the people of Asgard had became refugees on the Earth, he had no particular occupation. He spent most of his days doing nothing while his brother was out there trying to get in touch with the Avengers. He knew they didn’t want to have anything to do with him and, to be honest, he found them rather boring so he didn’t even try to help his brother.
Instead, he put his efforts into wandering aimlessly along every street in New York. So far, he had seen all there is to see twice and once again reached the conclusion that Midgard was as uninteresting as it was the first time he visited it. The people had no special powers, there were no gods or monsters to fight and he was exhausted of his constant competition with Thor. As much as he wanted to remain diligent for as long as possible, his mind always seemed to go back to the same old ideas of taking over the whole world.
It was unlike him to be so occupied in his thoughts that he nearly jumped in surprise when he felt something bump into his chest. Next thing he knew, he was laying on the curb and hot liquid was dripping from his leather jacket. The smell of strong coffee hit his nose just as the girl now lying on top of him had crashed into him. She looked up from his chest and when she saw his green eyes staring questiongly into her dark brown ones she quickly jumped into a sitting position.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I should have seen you walking towards meeting!” she exclaimed, gesturing furiously. “I wasn’t at all paying attention to where I was going. I’m in a huge rush because I’m like” she paused for a second to take a breath. Loki just now realized that she was panting, probably from running. “I’m like really late, you know. I’m so sorry again. Maybe I could buy you a new shirt? I could use one too. "She sighed and looked down at her now ruined coat.
The cup of coffee still remained in her hand, although it was perfectly empty now, it’s contents having formed massive stains onto the two people’s clothing.
"Take a breath and then talk, for God’s sake. ”
Loki wasn’t really furious or anything. His voice just naturally sounded raspy and angry. Had this happened two or three months ago while he was still in his home, he would have killed the stupid girl even before she had tripped and spilled her drink on him. But now he was so bored with his new lifestyle that even this unlucky encounter seemed somewhat appealing to him. Or maybe it was the girl he found appealing, one could never know with this kind if a man. She was, indeed, pretty attractive. She was somehow petite, not too curvy but far from flat at the same time. Her ebony hair fell over her shoulders beautifully, forming the littlest of waves on it’s way down to her waist. Her olive complexion was shouting “South European!” and her full arched eyebrows werre looking at him with such concern and embarrassment that he found this picture adoring. There was no way he was going to let her know that, though.
“Ah… Umm… I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry. "She finally said and looked down at her lap.
"I recall you already did that. Twice. "He was merciless to the poor girl.
She didn’t seem to be more than 20-something and yet her shyness was getting the best of her. Finally, she realized that they were both sitting on the pavement and people had gathered to watch them. She stood up quickly and Loki followed.
"So don’t you have a super important arrangement to attend to, Miss…?” She almost sighted in relief when he decided to spare her his tortures.
“You can just call me Cleo. It seems like I already missed my appointment so I might as well just skip it. ”
“I see. ”
“So what is your name? I have to know if I’m going to have "Please forgive me” printed on a T-shirt and sent out to your house. “
She stepped awkwardly from one foot on the other biting her lip and looking to the ground.
"I’m the God of Mischief, young lady, and I can tell easily when someone is lying. Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am.” Don’t pretend you don’t hate me, he wanted to add.
“Okay then, don’t attack me! I’m just trying to be friendly and to my belief, no one really knows someone else until they had presented themselves to them. ”
He let out a sly little laugh. This girl was something else.
“Loki of Asgard, then.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Loki of Asgard. ” Cleo finally looked up at him and for a moment he was trapped in that capturing gaze of hers. Then he returned his posture.
“Now, miss, I believe it’s high time we got these nasty-looking stains out so they don’t bother us while we have some more coffee.”
Cleo blinked not understanding but when she opened her eyes the coffee spills were gone. She blinked once more.
“But.. How?” Was all she could utter.
“That’s called magic, love. Sadly, you don’t have any of it on Midgard. ” he said this in a way which showed that he wasn’t at all sorry, but instead was boasting proudly about his abilities.
She looked confused and yet so fascinated by the numerous possibilities she could project taking place with the help of some magic. Her mind was in a whirl.
“Shall we go now?”
Cleo just nodded absent-mindedly and followed close behind him as he made his way through the crowds. Loki knew, for fact, that he had her wrapped around his finger. Now he was going to show her a world she had never even dreamt of. Little did he know, things were going to take an unexpected turn very soon.