BOOK 1: Filthy humans--A Loki Fanfiction

Filthy humans--A Loki Fanfiction

Author note: this story can also be found on Fanfiction.net 

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Loki story: Start

Emily was sitting in a wide open field. She liked the silence and the way the wind would almost speak to her. The occasional little critter would scurry by and when the wind blew in from the east she could smell the saltiness of the ocean. Just then the wind blew, and a joy moved over her as the took in the scent of the large body of water, too far away to see, but close enough to smell.

As she opened her eyes with a sort of happiness, the wind picked up and the trees began to shiver. The animals began to run and fly away in swarms and her hair began to whip around her face.

“What the-?” she began as a beam of light shot down from the sky a couple feet in front of her. Her eyes grew at the sight and she jumped to her feet. The ground shook like an earthquake causing her to fall over again, but she quickly looked back to the now cratered field. The ground stopped quaking and she stood up again. The beam of light dissipated and she was left with staring at an enormous hole in her precious field. She scoffed and walked angrily toward the hole, to see if some NASA satellite or something of that sort fell, so she can begin to write a complaint letter. As she reached the not so stable edge of the crevice, she got down on her knees to peek over the edge. There was smoke illuminating the item that fell so she squinted her eyes to see.  “Ugh, stupid smoke…” she hissed, waving smoke away from her face. As she proceeded to squint again, she noticed that the item that fell wasn’t metal, or any type of rock for that matter.

“Oh my god… is that-??” she started, leaning forward more. But the more she leaned forward on the not so stable edge, the more rock began to crumble away. And away. And away, until finally her hand slipped and she fell head first into the giant hole of a mess.  She screamed for a moment, and then huddled herself together as to stop any major injuries from occurring. She rolled and hit a few rocks on her way down, until she landed on the thing that made the hole. She jumped up at the sudden softness of him and turned to look at him, her pain not important. She felt his face. “Still warm…” she whispered, checking for a pulse. Her eyes grew. No pulse! She began to preform CPR on the man and was repeating over and over to his not so listening ears: “Don’t you die on me damn it!”

As she went to breath into him for a fourth time she felt a sudden force, pulling her by her hair away. Her eyes grew in surprise as the man was forcing her away from him. He spat over his shoulder and was smacking his lips as if he tasted something awful.

“HUMAN! How dare you defile me in this way!” he shouted in a sort of Australian/ British accent. She smacked his hand away from her because he did not let go of her hair.

“Excuse me! But I just saved your life, you dick!” Emily shouted back. He looked taken aback.

“You call throwing yourself all over my person, saving me?” he spat.

“It’s called CPR, asshole! GOD, I should have just walked away…” she spat back.

“You are quite right, I am a god.”  He said, matter-of-factly, pushing her away and standing up, brushing the dirt off his rather interesting outfit. It consisted of a shirt that looked like a lot of strips were sewn together from bits of leather left over from what he used for his pants. His boots sort of integrated into his pants and he wore a cloak that connected to a random flap of leather attached to his pants. He had a shoulder cover on his right shoulder and the strap from that was the strap connecting the cloak to the pants. He had arm bands around his forearms and his outfit had a deep green trim. She looked this figure of a man up and down and wondered why all the good looking ones where assholes. “Human, I am not an asshole, or whatever you keep saying to yourself and please stop looking and thinking of me in such a hungry way.” He stated, looking around at his surroundings.