Imagine Loki

Immortal

When people heard that you were immortal, they immediately launched into a spiel of questions about the past that you couldn't really answer. 'What was it like during the Victorian era?' 'How much has changed since your time?' It always got a bit awkward once you admitted that, even though you were immortal, you weren't that old. You were only about 90-ish, but had stopped aging around 25, 26-ish. So, basically, you were going to see a lot of cool stuff, you just had to wait around for it. One day when you were just sitting in your apartment, watching some TV, there was a knock on the door. You weren't expecting anyone or anything, so you just ignored it. That was, until the knocking became more and more insistent. You looked through the peephole, seeing two bulkier guys standing outside your door. They seemed very impatient, one of them raising his fist to knock on the door again. You looked for any defining characteristics, your eyes landing on a small red patch that both of them had on their upper arms. Hydra.

Hydra had wanted you for about twenty years, hunting you down and trying to take you in to whatever base was closest to you at the time. They had hopes of somehow extracting your power to test it and put it into their soldiers. You opened the door slightly, one hand going to grab the bat that you kept on hand for instances like this. "Gentlemen," you said, your hand curling around the handle. They didn't even make a move to act like they were there for something else, immediately rushing you and getting into your apartment. You wished that you could say that you pulled off some Black Widow-style moves, knocking them out with grace, but you simply hit one over the head with your bat before the other one pulled your attention. He was holding a gun, finger on the trigger.

"Put it down or I shoot your face off," he threatened, motioning with the gun for you to drop the bat. Now, you weren't exactly sure what your limits were, but you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to survive being shot in the head, and you weren't about to test that out right now. You put the bat down, putting your hands up.

"Now, I'm not exactly sure how happy your boss would be if you killed me," you started.

"We would've just extracted it from your blood," the guy cut you off. You were about to say something else when his gun was shot out of his hand by something green. You tilted your head to the side, confused about this change. Then, just as quick as whatever the green thing was, a man appeared in the doorway. "Are you shitting me? How did the Avengers get here so quickly?"

"Not Avengers, Avenger. Now, you could either just give yourself up now or join your friend on the floor," the man said. The Hydra goon decided to take the hard way, immediately going for hand-to-hand combat with the Avenger. The Avenger had a definite grace while fighting, dodging the guy's punches with ease and matching them with blows of his own. Once the guy was down and restrained, along with the other goon, the Avenger went to check on you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice like velvet, hands softly resting on your shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you, exactly?" You asked, looking up at him.

"My name is Loki, and you are?" He trailed off, waiting for you to finish.

"(Y/n)," you provided, shrugging out of his grip. You didn't want to think about the obviously handsome man standing in front of you. He looked to be in his thirties, it wouldn't do you any good falling for someone as young as him, especially with your predicament.

"Well, (y/n), would you like to join me back to the Avengers Tower so we can sort everything out with these fools? And perhaps you could tell me why they were after you?" Loki asked, his gaze briefly going back to the men knocked out on the floor.

"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't do any harm," you said, going to grab your shoes. "What're we going to do with these guys, exactly?"

"Well, they're going to be in for questioning and then most likely go to jail," Loki shrugged, hoisting their limp bodies onto his shoulders. You wee frozen in shock, you didn't expect someone as lithe as him to be able to carry that much weight. "Are you coming?" You nodded, breaking yourself out of your reverie and following him down to his car, where he then dumped the two guys in the back.

"So, you're an Avenger?" You asked, fiddling with your seatbelt as he drove.

"Yes. Now, may I ask why Hydra is after you?" Loki replied, cutting straight to the chase.

"Well, as far as I know, I'm kinda immortal," you told him. He raised a brow at this so you continued. "I'm actually in my nineties, but I stopped aging when I was about 25. So, basically I'm assuming that I'm immortal until I actually almost die or something and prove my theory."

"Interesting, you seem to be about Steve's age," Loki muttered, you weren't entirely sure if he was talking to you or not.

"Steve as in Steve Rogers? Gosh, he was the original hero before all of you people," you said, leaning back as you remembered the comics and things made about Captain America back when you were younger. "So, what's your power? Or are you like the assassins?"

"I'm a god, as your kind would say. I'm sure that you've heard of my brother Thor," Loki replied.

"Yeah, I've heard of him. So, you guys are basically immortals too, right?" You questioned, definitely interested. If this guy was immortal like you, then there was definitely a chance that it could work out.

"Yes, I guess you could say that," Loki said with a small laugh. You leaned back in your seat, a new sense of content now present. You weren't sure exactly what was in store for you, but you figured that you could at least make it decent now that you had a chance of being with someone that you could spend your eternity with.