Loki Imagines

Not a God

*Requested by SilverLokiLocke*

I had an assignment. Catch the killer who was wandering the streets of New York City. And not just any killer. This one was...especially dangerous. According to cops he had a mind eraser tool. Which I didn't even know existed.

I was waiting in an undercover car for the target to come out. According to the cops he had raven hair, stunning green eyes, about six foot something, and porcelain skin. "A bit like a male supermodel" one of my coworkers told me.

I waited there for a solid twenty minutes before I saw a person who fitted the exact description walk out. I quickly talked in my radio, "I have eyes on the target. Moving forward." I got out of the car, putting my hand on my gun. I wouldn't use it unless it was necessary. I approached the target. He looked at me, tucking some sort of device in his pocket. "Sir, we have an interest in you..."

"Who's we?"

"SKTU. Special Killers Tactical Unit. We have information--"

"That I'm going around, killing, and then erasing the memory of the witnesses?"

I froze for a moment. How'd he know? Never mind that. He took out the device and pointed it at me. Which then prompted me to point my loaded gun. "Sir, please put down the device." He looked at my gun, nervous. Or so he appeared to be. "What are you going to do? Shoot me?" He asked sarcastically. "Don't test me. Put down the device."

"This is honestly turning me on a bit."

I said into my radio, "I'm gonna need backup here." To which he responded, "Oooh, backup! I guess I'm just that special--" He was cut off by a tall blonde muscular man tranquilizing him. I froze and didn't question it. "Okay, I'm not gonna need that backup. It's taken care of."