"Don't move, Freak." The deep yet scratchy male voice hissed as Loki gulped, his small body shaking in fear.
"Who are you...?" He asked as the guy chuckled darkly, his deep laughter making Loki jump lightly.
"I'm just a fellow who needs supplies. Do you have any?" The guy growled as he pressed the gun roughly against Loki's face.
"N-no...I don't..." Loki stayed calm on the outside even though he was freaking out on the inside.
"That's disappointing... Then I have no use for you..." The man sneered as he pressed the gun more against Loki's head...
(A/N: I know its short but I hope you enjoyed it ~(°π°)~ )
