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“Instead of leather, you think you can hook me up with some jeggings. I mean, how am I supposed to move in these pants,” I complained. It was my go-to on this one. I needed something flexible. If Loki was around that meant only one thing: someone played with fire and got burnt. As if on cue, Loki came closer. “Thought it best to give you some privacy while Sparkle took care of you,” he said. Loki towered over us all - standing a good six feet tall. His jet black hair that he’d dyed with hints of blue, and his athletic frame was outlined in a fitted t-shirt that showcased his broad shoulders, and designer jeans that highlighted everything else. “Where am I?” I asked. Nothing seemed quite right. In an underground bunker, in the middle of …show more content…

Funny thing is, society wanted us all to believe we were made to be special. We were created to be unique and accomplish greatness. But no one ever spoke of how some seemed destined to reach the highest heights, while others worked in fast food? “Oh no? But what if you could?” Loki said. He stared at me. His gaze haunted his face, which was thinner and more downcast than I recalled. This was not the Loki I knew, the one who’d been chased by the gods. He was still gorgeous and radiated something akin to a deep orange aura. I didn’t remember this attraction between us, though. He was handsome in that bad boy sort of way, but after awakening from a memory filled dream with Thor, this appreciation of his physique seemed misplaced. But then again, the last thing I recalled from this world was Harley’s death and Thor’s abduction. What could cause Loki to be so sullen? There was only once where I’d felt desperate, on my knees, tied down to my own misaligned notions and thoughts, and considered, just for a moment, what it might be like to end it all. Yet, I’d crawled back, I’d crawled back to me, inch by inch. Finding a peace that I never knew existed, and now some god wanted to come and tell me something different. He didn’t know my story, or even me, or was there some heavenly dossier that allowed him that intimate knowledge? “It’s about time you woke up, sunshine. A lot has changed in the five years you’ve been asleep.” I frowned. He acted as if he were my

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