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Sick Of Losing Soulmates - Loki x Reader Part One

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The street was dark but the houses on the sides of it were shining and filled with mistletoes, Christmas lights and overall festive decorations.
On the windows you could see the families smiling and cheering, kids in circles holding crackers, chanting carols, drinking, eating, and spreading joy to everyone. Well, except for the girl known as Y/N Y/LN walking down the street with her freezing hands in the pockets of her dark jeans, that were humid because of the fog and her trench coat danced in an irregular rhythm in the freezing wind of Falkirk, Scotland.
She loved the cold, that was one of the main reasons she moved from Manchester. She observed the families with disgust, why you ask, well she is adopted by a couple that had another son that was loved by all and neglected the poor girl, and to make it worse her brother hated her from “stealing his spotlight”.
She had been abandoned by her biological parents when she was 8 years old, because they discovered she was possessed with unhuman characteristics, the ability to control the shadows and magic, making her a special type of person, and being extremely intelligent for her age didn’t help at all.
And if that wasn’t enough, she was being searched by S.H.I.E.L.D. for having her special abilities, she always ran away from them.
Her E/C eyes were like a treasure, they held such pain and sadness that not that many people had endured, the stories she could tell would make anyone blown away, but yet, she’d rather be alone. It was the only way she could be herself and not having to deal with judgemental ignorants all the time.
Just as she turned to the other street, she was blown away by the blinding green light that was piercing through her eyes and making her head hurt. In an attempt of protecting her sensible eyes, she threw her arms in front of her face. As fast as it started, it ended, revealing a weird figure holding some sort of stick, so the girl got closer for a better observation.
As she approached the figure, she realised it was a tall silhouette against the moonlight, with long hair and a green and black weird kind of armour.
In a defensive state, her hands lit up in black and silent flames made of darkness, just like a shadow, and as she was aiming to the strange figure, it turned to reveal a man whose blue eyes shone, even though it was dark.
The man took a quick glance to the girl’s burning hands and a smirk took place into his thin lips.
“I would not do that if I was you mortal.” His deep voice said, revealing his British accent, just as the girl, but at least now she knew he wasn’t one of those weird tourists that kept looking for these guys called Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch or whatever.
“Did you just call me mortal? Hahah well thank you for stating the obvious.” Said the girl, in a tone of mockery.
“Interesting response for a midgardian, I have to say, never heard that before.” He muttered quietly, but she listened to it anyway and pondered why he had called her a midgardian, until something popped into her head.
“Midgardian? Wait, then that means that you must be from another realm or that you are a creep that’s addicted to norse mythology, if it’s the first option, then you must be from either Asgard or Vanaheim judging by your suit of armour.” She spoke quickly as she approached this man, being towered immediately by his tall stature. The girl wasn’t exactly short, actually, she was rather tall considering the standard height for women her age, but this man was gigantic, he was probably 6’2” or something. “Which realm are you from, after all?” She said sternly.
“How do you know all of this, you strange mortal?” Said the man slightly angry and confused, making him narrow his blue eyes.
“Not relevant, now answer me.” She responded, demonstrating sassiness and confidence in an attempt to intimidate him.
“I am from Asgard, you –“ He was about to call her again a mortal when she interrupted him.
“Then you must be a god, since not everyone has access to the Bifrost.”
“I answered your question fool, now answer mine. How do you have all this knowledge about the nine realms and inside of them? No midgardian should know this much about it unless it had been there. So how do you know?” Asked the god curiously, obviously intrigued by this young girl, that had an abnormal knowledge of his home.
“I am fond of Norse Mythology, that’s all. It is like some sort of compact story about all of the gods of Asgard and etcetera.” She responded casually, like it was a normal conversation (and subject).
“Mythology? Midgardians are lowering the Asgardian gods to such low point?”
“Yes, but now tell me. Who. Are. You?”
“I am Loki Odinson, God of Mischief and Lies” He said his title proudly.
“Already lying I see...” The girl defied him.
“What are you saying mortal?” Said Loki with annoyance burning in his eyes.
“Well, in the books of Norse Mythology, there is only one Loki, and he is Laufey’s son, not Odin’s.” Loki’s eyes revealed fury deep within them, and in a swift motion, he lifted his right hand to grab this petulant girl’s neck, but her quick reflexes kicked in, and she stopped his hand midway her neck.
Loki was indeed impressed by this woman, though his expression and voice remained neutral.
“You mewling quim, you think you’re smart mortal?”
“Well, yes.”
“You are nothing but a petulant child, but here’s a small warning. While you are running to the finish line, I already crossed it and came back wench.” He sent insults that did nothing to the girl, only encourage her more to defeat him. As he stated that last phrase, Loki disappeared from in front of her and reappeared behind, prepared to attack the woman with his sceptre, but this woman was nothing but a mere illusion she had created with shadows, and as Loki stabbed the figure and it fell to the ground clutching in blood, it vanished making Loki look around to try to find her.
When he least expected, she appeared besides him and on a defying tone, she whispered in his ear.
“I am Y/N Y/LN, and I’m the winner of this metaphoric race.”
inspired in the gorgeous song by Dodie Clark, aka doddleoddle "Sick Of Losing Soulmates".
this is going to be the first chapter ever, so i hope you like it :3
love you <3
here's the song it was inspired on - www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHUIoi…
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MarionM's avatar
Very interesting!