°Loki imagines part 1°
You're wandering around the streets of New York City. The Avengers have just defeated the army of aliens that were attacking the once beautiful city.
Tripping over pieces of cement that have fallen off the sides of buildings & debris, you decide to sit down on a part of the sidewalk that was not so torn up. You needed to catch your breathe.
You take your phone out of your pocket. It's covered in dirt and dust. You notice that you have missed calls from friends and family along with text messages saying things like 'ARE YOU SAFE?' or 'BE CAREFUL AND TAKE SHELTER.'
You look around you and stare at all of the destruction. Screams and police sirens in the distance cause you to lose focus.
You hear footsteps creeping up from behind you. Maybe it's just a random person you think to yourself.
All of the sudden, a raspy voice sends shivers down your spine.
"Well well, aren't you a pretty one?"
You turn around to find a tall, pale, dark-haired being standing in front of you with a seductive smirk on his face.
"Are you-?" You knew exactly who it was. The person that caused all of this mayhem, the one who led the alien invasion.
"Oh yes. I am Loki of Asgard, the rightful king. I have come to claim what is mine." He replies. He's slowly inching closer to you.
Loki grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers in yours.
"Listen, if you're looking for a throne or something I can assure y-"
He puts his finger on your lips to shut you up. Leaning closer to you, Loki says,
"No. What's rightfully mine... is you."
