Loving Loki

The Encounter

Stephanie P. O. V.

I start my day like any other, by getting up at eight in the morning to get ready. I woke up that morning to the sound of my stupid alarm clock. I hit it a few times cause the button wasn't working and finally just unplugged it. With a sigh I got up and stretched. Then I made my way to the shower.

About an hour passed and I was ready. I went to my closet and got my long black coat out and a purple scarf similar to my dad's. I went to the mirror. I looked a lot like him too. I have long wavy black hair, and bright blue eyes. But looks aren't the only thing I got from my dad. I also got his brains. I think like him, and see things like he does. And most of the time I am extremely BORED. I'm 18 and my dad still won't take me with him on any of his cases. My Uncle Mycroft once took me with him to Buckingham Palace, and told me about the time Sherlock went there naked.

I'm meeting my dad today at a cafe near his next case. I figured I could walk since its not that far from my house.

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I ordered the ham and cheese croissant sandwich, and a coffee. Sherlock as always, doesn't order anything. I swear sometimes I think he never eats. But I can tell he's worried about something. He's got worry lines above his forehead, and he's tapping his fingers, and his lips have new lines in them. He smoked. ugh. "Dad. I thought you said you gave up." I said. he knew what I was talking about. "I have, I'm simply unsure about this next case my brother gave me." he said. I was now worried too. he hardly ever is unsure about anything. He could read on my face that I wanted in. "Its dangerous."

"Fine with me." I said with confidence.

he sighed. Yes! I won, he's letting me in.

"Look over there." He pointed to my left. There was a man there, sitting having tea. It looked like he was waiting for something, or someone. But besides that I didn't know anything about him.

I looked back at my dad in confusion, and he nodded. He didn't know anything either. I looked back at the man. He was handsome. Tall, sleek black hair, he was well kept, and was in a suit with a green and gold scarf around his neck. I tried to read him but I couldn't. I looked over to the woman in the table across from us. She had her hair up and was clearly a secretary, it was quite obvious. she had a tan line around her ring finger assuming she is married, she is out on a date her husband doesn't know about. She has her phone on the table, face down, her husband is texting her. she recently received a call from her parents saying they were moving, Her affair is coming to meet her so she can break it off.

I look back at my dad. He nods again.

I look back to this strange man, and nothing.

"So what do you know about him?" I asked.

"Nothing, beside his name. Loki. My brother couldn't deduct anything either. He said some Americans were after him for wanting to take over the world. He apparently has escaped there reach. But you know what I want other than to simply turn him in." I nod. I knew alright. Its what I want too. I need to understand him. "Can I go over there?" I want to talk to him. Maybe I can get him to talk. "Hm. I'm not sure. He could be dangerous. But I'm just as curious as you are. Very well. But only for a minute to see what you can get." I smiled wildly. I was finally in on one of his cases. "Thank you! Ugh, finally I have something to do. I'm so bored!"

I got up slowly, and suddenly my nerves were kicking in. I was a little scared. He did say this man was dangerous, but my curiosity took over, and I sat down in the empty chair across from the man called Loki.

"You are foolish to sit there, girl." he spoke with disgust. as if I was unworthy to sit within his presence. it was quite intimidating but I still knew nothing of this man. "Well, you're rude. I simply want to introduce myself. Stephanie Holmes." I responded proud of my name. I stuck my hand out to introduce myself and saw him sigh. He took my hand in his but turned it. His fingers were long and his hands were ice cold. "I am Loki. Of Asgard. A realm which you Midgardians are clearly unaware of as it is not in your solar system. I am son of the Frost Giant King, and rightful heir to the throne of Asgard." he raised my hand up to his lips and gently kissed my hand. I blushed. And looked down. he smiled and lightly chuckled to himself. "So... you're a prince? And you're from another realm. called Asgard. Okay. I can believe that for a little while. Why are the Americans after you?" I let that last part slip out by accident. "How do you know of the Avengers?" I got a little nervous. but then realized what he said. "Woah, the Avengers? these guys must take themselves pretty seriously to have a name like that." He chuckled a little louder than last time, It was like music. I laughed too with him, but it didn't last long. He regained his expression and coldly spoke again, "How do you know of the people coming after me." He got closer to me as he spoke. He was barely inches away from my face, and I could feel my dad staring at us. I spoke slowly, to keep my voice from faltering. "I'm a detective. Well my dad is. He's kind of famous. I can read anyone by simply looking at them. I can tell if someone's wife is sleeping with another man, or how they died, or if yesterday someone was at a hotel talking with there fiancé that they have cancer. But then I saw you. You. You are unreadable." I sighed. I wonder if he believed me. "Prove it." He spoke with curiosity at my ability to read people, and with disbelief that it was possible. "Alright," I looked around for a possible target. To my far right there was a man sitting alone waiting for someone. Perfect. "See that man over there? Probably around 28-9 years old, engaged to a woman, the woman that's on her way, he is waiting for her but he's nervous. he has twitches. his foot is tapping and he can't stop moving his fingers. he's eating to occupy his hand and mouth while he waits. his phone has scratches around charger input, suggesting a drinking problem, no drunk person has a phone with out them. The engraved name on the phone says Mary. Its not his fiancées name, its a hand me down, possibly mother, sister is more likely. He disaproves of her drinking problem, and she disapproves that he's going to leave his fiancé. She gives him her phone suggesting she wants to stay in touch. He is leaving the girl who just got out of that cab for another man." I spoke quickly and without hesitation. my uncle John would call me a show off, and I smirked to myself, proud and waiting for a response.

A/N

okay, so thanks for reading, I know it was long, but I wasn't sure where to stop. What do you think? How should Loki respond to all that Steph had to say? Maybe we should cause some trouble? anyways, I'll be writing again soon, cause I have nothing to do ever and I'm BORED.

so thanks! bye!

And sorry for typos, I'm doing this on my phone. ;)