"No way , are you serious?"
"Yes, dead serious. He just came in and started talking to me. We're having dinner tomorrow." Alice squeals.
"This is great! I'm so happy for you, damn I wish I was there!" You giggle.
"I know, so help me pick out a dress. "
"Don't have to twist my arm, take me to your closet." You lead her inside, and Alice practically jumps, sifting through what she thinks would be best. You sit on the bed, waiting for her options. The sharp pain that rushes through your head makes you lean forward, and Alice turns at you groaning.
"Hey you alright?"
"Y-Yeah, just a stupid migrane. Been getting them a lot lately. "
"You should get that checked out (Y/N), it could be something serious. "
"I already did, doctor says I'm healthy. Maybe I'm just overworked. "
"Could be." You straighten, and Alice dropped the dress in her hands to look you over.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm positive, trust me no headache is gonna get in the way of my date night" Alice smiles.
"I like the motivation. So this is what we have to work with."
It's an emerald spaghetti dress. "You want to look like you're trying, but not too hard. Just give him a taste so he'll keep coming back for more." Alice winks and you're laughing. She tops it off with a pair of black ankle strap heels.
"Perfect. Do your hair up real pretty, and wear a low chain so it compliments your cleavage. Even a priest would have a hard time not staring."
You look it over appreciatively. "Thank you Alice."
"No need to thank me. It's what I'm here for. "
You couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Alice stayed for a while longer, chatting happily. When she left, you started cleaning up. Buzzing through your house, you stop for a moment at the flash of pain.
"Geez."
The headaches were only getting worse.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
"I think you know what's wrong (Y/N)." Turning slowly, you aren't prepared for the sight of your father standing in the living room.
"D-Dad? What are you doing here, where is mom?"
He didn't speak, just stood there giving you an ominous look.
"Why are you.." You jumped at the doorbell ringing, and when you turned back, he was gone.
"Am I losing my mind?" At first it didn't feel like much was wrong, but now with this. The voices, the weird search for people you can't seem to face and now your dad appearing out of nowhere. As you make your way over to the door, your steps are slow. You get there, pulling it open but there's no one there.
You must be going crazy, nothing else makes sense.
"Wake up (Y/N). Please. "
"Help us!!"
"Can I have you?"
"Stop..please just stop. Stop..STOP!"
The door slams shut, and you jolt, staring at it.
Blinking a few times, you look over the door, then back into the living room.
"That's right, work. I have to finish my work. Why am I spacing out in front of the door?"
Laughing, you make a beeline for your room, closing the door behind you.

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Loki Laufeyson Fanfiction (Marvel)
RomantikDisclaimer: I dont own marvel or pics or music.