Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

Make a move, reindeer games

Isabelle's POV

I walked over the rooftops in my favourite jeans and a bulletproof jacket, swinging my dagger from one hand to the other. My dad would probably faint if he saw the dagger with the green jewels, but I liked rather old-fashioned weapons and would choose them over his scientific weapons every second. Though this didn't keep him from constantly giving them to me, unfortunately. I had to open like a shop for it at one time or something. It was a cold and boring evening. Seriously, where did all the criminals go?! I let out an exasperated sigh. Typical. No criminal there when you needed one. I had just gone out today, because I needed the thrill. The rush of battle, the danger and triumph of surviving and winning. And I always won. I jumped over a roof and made a looping. Yeah, I was bored. Why was just nothing happening?! I let my gaze wander over all the dark houses and the streets only filled with ordinary, mostly drunk people. Suddenly, I noticed something quite unusual. Blinking, I focused and sighed annoyed. I needed my glasses. The special contact lenses my father had made for me, which also concealed my unusual eye colors, had just run out of whatever scientific source they were on, so I had to walk around hoping, I would not accidentally crash into something. Though I could only see everything blurred, this sight was odd. It looked like a reindeer with...golden horns and a surprisingly green body was being chased down the street by a group of scantily dressed girls, clearly drunk. I felt myself getting angry. I hated people chasing animals for fun, especially if they were as majestic and special as this one. And spraying the poor thing in the first place, that was close to animal abuse! Not for nothing was I member of the Animal Welfare Organisation! Not that I attended it often. Well, I was busy okay? Now don't look at me with those judging eyes! Okay, Isabelle, stop talking to yourself. I sighed and jumped on the next rooftop, from which I slipped down the downspout quickly and almost noiseless. I ran to the street, where I had seen the scenario, feeling the thrill of battle rushing through my blood and ringing in my ears. Calm down, Isabelle, it's just a few drunken girls. But my body didn't care about that as it sent a rush of adrenaline through me. Flashbacks overlayed the real happenings as I ran, suddenly through mood on the battlefield. Screaming. Blood everywhere. I stumbled over dead bodies- Blinking hardly, I managed to get myself fixed on the real world. My confused brain excused itself from work apparently, so I wasn't that surprised, when I ran against something hard and my mission was abruptly stopped. What I didn't expect, was the reindeer. Where the hell did that come from?! Reacting quickly, I dragged the poor, defenseless animal in a side way and saw the girls running past us. Thank god. My heartbeat calmed down a bit. I saw everything twice, my vision still blurred. Was it just me or did the reindeer look pissed? "Don't be ridiculous, Isabelle.", I told myself, "Reindeer don't look angry. And they can't talk." "How dare you threatening me?!", the reindeer said outraged, looking at my dagger. Oh, right. I lowered my hand and cursed the loss of my contact lenses. I must have hit my head harder than I thought, if I see half - human reindeer talking. But, nevertheless, what did it mean by that? "Threatening?! I am saving you,
you ungrateful creature! God, I shouldn't even be talking to you... You know, since you can't actually talk." The reindeer frowned and its eyes bored into me. Hmm. Unusual eyes for a reindeer. Well, I was obviously still hallucinating. "For a reindeer, you have really beautiful eyes, you know.", I told him, then I felt even more dizzy than before. I tumbled, as darkness enveloped me and threw me into a big, dark hole. The last thing I saw were the amazingly green eyes of the reindeer, looking at me with calculation.

Loki's POV

"For a reindeer, you have really beautiful eyes, you know." The female stared at Loki with astonishment, as her unusual eyes closed and she fell. Luckily for her, Loki had the reflexes of a trained fighter and god, so he catched her just in time before her head could hit the floor. He was fairly certain, that nobody had ever said such a thing to him before. Nobody would have dared. But this anomalous woman had honestly thought of him as a reindeer. To her excuse, she had hit her head at his chest really hard when she came running out of nowhere. But still. He looked nothing like a reindeer. Loki told himself to push his hurt self-esteem aside for the moment to deal with his latest problem. The woman in his arms. Her curly black hair hung down her head and her breaths were little whispers on her flawless white skin, her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. He knew that she had unusual eyes for a human, ice blue with wild swirls of smaragd green around the iris. Two colored eyes. Loki had to admit, that this Midgardian woman was pleasingly graceful in appearance. Even if not in manner. She had told him, that she had intended to save him. Though he had been perfectly fine at the moment- he surely would have gotten rid of those obtrusive females eventually- he couldn't just leave her laying on the street. He would not do any action to put his return to asgard in danger. Well. Not yet. Loki picked up the bag the woman had dropped when she became unconscious and opened it with a bit of an effort, since she was still unconscious in his arms. Her smell reached his nose and he was surprised to like it. Roses and... watermelon? Unusual, just like her, and maybe therefore fitting. Loki shook his head and searched the bag for an identity card, a driver's license, something. Thankfully, this wasn't his first visit on earth, so he knew about the most important things to survive in a world full of humans who were clearly beneath him. Finally, Loki found what he was looking for. An ID card with her address.
Isabelle Stark
221B Tony-Stark-Street
New York
Loki frowned. Her last name was Stark. Well, that was most likely no more than one of those odd things, the Midgardians called "coincidence". There were probably thousands of poor humans running around with that stupid last name. There was no way she was related to Tony Stark, one of the Avengers, "earth's mightiest heroes". Oh please. If he wanted, he could destroy them all. After all, he was a god, a Jotun. All those puny humans were beneath him, if they wore tight costumes and colorful shields or not. Loki stood up, balancing Isabelle and her pink bag on his arms, making his way towards the Tony-Stark-Street. Because of course, the fairly overrated show off, just famous for the only protection and source of power he had, a scientific iron suit, had named a street after himself. Loki in comparison was born with the power and status of a god and didn't feel the need to construct a machine to do the work for him. He sighed and looked at Isabelle again. She didn't even look like Tony Stark.