A/N: Quote of the day 'Shut the door while you're making nasty sounds on the toilet, please.'
Courtesy of me.
Loki didn't get far. He knew it was a matter of time before he could access his magic enough to shield himself from Thanos, and the mortals (as unobservant as they were) would soon notice a blue person, walking amongst them. So he turned into a cat.
It made sense, Thanos was hardly going to be looking for a stray feline, and The Avengers were likely as not to take in an injured animal. They would care for him, and there was no need to put Savannah at risk.
Genius.
But, the best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry. This rule seemed to include gods posing as cats, too.
Firstly, Loki had no idea where he was, and it would be hard enough to navigate in his normal form, but feet were everywhere, threatening to crush him. Secondly, he was quite weak (shape-shifting really took it out of you), and he was tired, and injured, and hungry, and losing blood alarmingly quickly. So Loki decided to sleep for a while. It was hard to find a suitable place to lodge, and all the appropriate places appeared to be taken by suspicious cats who refused to share. Honestly.
Loki was still wandering the streets of Manhattan five days later, when his tail was stepped on. He turned around hissing, and prepared to launch himself at his attacker's head, biting and scratching. Instead he stopped dead. His attacker had a tear-streaked face, and red eyes.
Savannah.
A/N: Also, I had a philosophical crisis about ten minutes ago. How did God say 'Let there be light,' if there was only space?
Everyone knows that there is no air in space.
Great, now I have more doubts about my existence.
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FanfictionSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
