His Loyal Slave (a loki fanfic) in progress

A Strange/terrifying Meeting

People brushed by her, rushed to go on with there day or get out of the cold wind. Though the wind biting at her now red cheeks was the least of her concern, what was was a man tall and slim in gold and green armor.

This man was a god.

Loki the god of mischief.

He should be in a picture or in a marvel comic book now here in front of her eyes. Anna knew he wasn't a cosplayer, as most I'm sure pegged him to be. No one else payed heed to the green glow of his magic in the palm of his hand or gold shimmer in his eye that would shine only in the moments when a ray of light hit his face.

But Anna did.

This man was not unlike the Loki Tom Hiddleston portrayed. He was slim, but lean and you could see the faint out line of muscle under the leather over this arms. He stood straight with royal grace which made him seem seven foot tall but In actuality he was probably 6' 4". His neck was long and slim, and just above that was a pair of lips surprisingly full and kissable. At that moment his tongue slid out and moistened his lips. Anna dragged her eyes up only to meet to piercing green ones staring back at her. They held eye contact and everything else seemed to fade away, the people, the noise, everything. It was only them. A smirk formed on his full lips.

That was when she noticed everything was gone they were no longer on a crowed street but in a dark ally way with no one but the two, alone.

Before she could take note of anything else, Anna's back was against a brick wall and two slim pale hands rested on either side of her head. She followed the hand up a long arm covered in black leather back to those lips she had been focused on previously. From there her eyes met his and she found he was much closer than anticipated. Frighted from his nearness she pushed against the brick in hopes it might give way and put distance between there faces. She still held his gaze, the green gems giving no emotion or thought away.

Finally his spoke. "You know who I am," his voice calm and almost smug "I am here not to rule Midgard," his voice getting lighted as he leaned in to whisper in Anna's ear, lightly brushing his lips along her ear as he spoke "but I'm going to rule you. This world is ignorant to who I am, but you're not. I'm a god and a king."

He pulled away to look Anna in the her pale blue eyes and he brushed away a strand of the blue dyed hair from her face before growing an even larger smirk then he had worn before.

"I am your king and you are my loyal slave."