The God that fell from heaven

The first night

Amelias pov*

Stupid stupid storm why can't you piss off I wanna sleep. This is unbelievable it's so annoying.

I got up and tossed off the blanket and turned on my bedroom light momentarily blinding myself. When my vision returned I looked at my wrist watch.

3:30 am
And still not a wink of sleep this storm had been going on for hours. It started as soon as my head hit the pillow would you believe.

Sighing I opened my bedroom door and decided to go downstairs "Oh for fucks sake" I said as I tripped over the bucket in the living room the roof had been leaking for some reason I'd have to get that checked out.

I opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk and poured myself a glass and headed back upstairs.
I sat down in my bed with my milk and decided to read my book as I saw no signs of the rain stopping so I wouldn't get much sleep tonight. At least I don't have to get up for any kind of work I could always paint in the afternoon instead.

Huhhh I can't concentrate on my book this is slightly annoying the rain is stopping me from doing anything can't someone shut the sky up an-

My thoughts were cut off as my roof above me collapsed giving way to an unconcious man who l then landed face down in my bed "holy sugar" I exclaimed is he dead I thought to myself. I looked at the stranger and his attire was rather strange.... golden armour with green and black leather top with black leather trousers.

He seemed somewhat familiar like a hating figure from my past but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Are you dead?" I asked poking his side and he didn't seem to move. The he rolled over on to his back very close to me.

He was beautiful absolutely beautiful. Words could not describe the face of this man his lips were thin but perfectly formed and pink the looked so kissable. His hair was jet black and slightly curling at the ends. His skin was pure crystal white and Unblemished. However the part I most wanted to see was his eyes but they were peacefully shut.

I leaned over the strangers body in hope to find something of his identity attached to his clothing. Suddenly a hand grabbed my throat and pushed me back down onto the pillow of my bed.

The stranger was awake and looked rather alarmed and angry his green eyes which I had discovered were scary and course but still held a hidden beauty to them.
"Please let go you're hurting me" I said clawing at his hands around his neck I pretty sure I had turned blue before he gave me a final shove and let go.
"Tell me Midgardian where exactly am I?" The stranger asked still hovering above me. "About two hours from New York sir" I said having the feeling I needed to be polite "well that's just bloody fantastic what am I to do now?" The stranger asked himself sitting up on my bed and looking at the sky "who are you if you don't mind me asking?" I said and he looked at me realising I was still there.

He stood up and smirked down at me and grabbed my chin so that my eyes would meet his in forced contact "you are an unfortunate little beast... For I am Loki God of mischief and lies" the stranger said his smirk failed and he collapsed on top of me.

"Great just great" I sarcastically remarked.
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After sometime of pushing loki of off me and onto the bed I decided to look for any injuries he might have.
So I lifted off his shirt with struggled to find a wound leaking blood and a few cuts and very large dark purple bruises.

I quickly got my medical kit from the bathroom and came back to find Loki sitting up and prodding his wounds carelessly "stop it you could injur yourself more by doing that" I said and he glared at me "do not patronise me you are beneath me but I mere servant" loki scowled but clutched his side as he did.

I got an antiseptic wipe and rubbed it over the wound and cleaned his small cuts all the while loki stared at me with a confused look upon his face.

I wrapped his stomach in bandages and gave loki some paracetamol although he took it rather cautiously.

Loki fell asleep on the bed sometime later. "Typical men" u said as I looked at loki sprawled out on the bed leaving no room for me.

How strange I'm taking all of this rather well I must say. Strange.