The Eighth Avenger (A Loki Love Story)

The Box

I opened the box. Inside it was some candles, some books, a Ouija board, matches, a double sided blade (an athame), a pentagram, salt, a small wooden bowl, some pictures, and some herbs and insence.

I pulled out the wretched book and held it in my hands.

*flashback*

I was sitting in a circle with red candles on the points of my pentagram on the ground in front of me. I had my small wooden bowl on the left of it and the knife in my right hand I looked down from the pentagram to my hands up at the night sky with the full moon right above me back down to the knife in my hand. I looked at the pentagram and put the blade in my left palm.

"God of darkness, great Lucifer, hear me and answer my prayers. I offer you a deal, in which I'd be in debt, so I draw my blood now for us so we can make our bet!" I spoke.

Then I sliced open my left palm and dripped my blood into the bowl.

Then a glowing ring of orange, red, and yellow began to appear around me.

A dark figure appeared infront of me.

"What is your wish mortal?" a deep dark voice asked low.

"I wish for fame, fortune, magic, and to be beautiful." I replied smirking.

"Well I need something in return. Lets just say when I need you I will send someone to get you. You are giving me your soul." he told me.

"Agreed."

"Perfect. I will see you in some time. All you wished for shall start tomorrow and gradually grow." he said and disappeared.

The glowing stopped and I closed the magic circle (which is what I was in).

*End of flashback*

Shit. I'm still waiting Lucifer. So when will you send your little demon to come get me?

I kinda just asked myself since there was no one there.

I closed the box and put it back in my closet where it was.

Well I guess I'll go for a nice stroll around New York.

I got ready and was wearing a plain black t-shirt with blue skinny jeans and my black high-tops  when I walked out my door.

I flew to my favorite coffee shop- near my apartment building- Starbucks! I got a mocha frappe no whipcream. It was delicious. I drank it while leisurely flying threw New York and thinking of who to hang with.

Tony and Bruce are at work... I bet Steve is there to as usual. Peter is in school... Nat is probably at work too, and Clint... well we know what happened to him.

I decided to call Steve anyways to see what he was doing. I flew to a nearby building and sat on the edge of the roof.

It took him a while to pick up. Hes still learning the whole cell phone thing.

"Hello?" I heard him say through the speaker.

"Hey its Jess, what are you up to?"

"Um just listening to Tony and Bruce talk in different languages. I don't understand why they don't just speak English." We both laughed.

"Well do you wanna get outta there and hang out?" I asked.

"Sure. I hate to ask but... Will you come get me?"

"Of corse Cap! Anytime! I'll be there soon so be outside!" and with that I hung up and flew to the hellipad.

I saw him standing out there all alone. I landed right next to him.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yup all set. So where do you wanna go?"

"Let's play minecraft!" I exclaimed joyfully.

"Ok." he said and grabbed onto me.

I taught him how to play it on Xbox the past couple of weeks since it can go up to 4 players and its fun playing it with someone.

We flew to my apartment and we went in.

Steve sat on the right of the couch and I walked to the wooden cabinet thing underneath my tv and got controllers. I tossed him one, turned on the Xbox, and turned on the tv then sat down. We played for a little while with Steve asking, "What's this again?" And "How do I do that?"

He died a few times and got frustrated everytime.

"I lost a bunch of stuff!" he sighed.

"Dude, you only lost like 7 blocks of dirt and a wooden pickaxe! If I died I'd loose 3 diamond pickaxes, an enchanted diamond sword, a lot of food, some valuable wood, and- AHHHHH FUCK CREEPER CREEPER CREEPER! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE YOU EXPLODING BASTARD! DIE DIE DIE!" I yelled and hit it a bunch with my sword. Steve busted out laughing he couldnt control it he thought it was the funniest thing ever. He even fell off the couch as I contiued the cursing and yelling at the fake creature on the screen.

I finally killed it and took the gunpowder. Steve sat up wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.

"Its not that easy is it?!" he laughed.

"Hey I didn't die did I?" I asked smiling.

A few hours passed and by then we were watching tv.

Knock knock knock

I got up and opened the door. Tony stood there with Bruce behind him. Tony was obviously drunk off his ass.

"What's up guys?" I asked.

"Hey you got any vodka here? I wanna make this guy a screwdriver." Tony asked putting his hand on the doorway to steady himself.

"You mean the tool?" asked a very confused Steve on the couch.

"No its vodka and orange juice." I answered him.

He nodded pondering.

Tony stumbled in and went into the kitchen.

"Need some help?" I yelled to him from the living room.

"Nah nah nah I can do it." he replied.

"Tony I don't really drink I told you." said Bruce who came in and sat on the chair left of the couch by the door.

"Shut up I'm making you one and your gonna drink it!" he yelled.

We sat there in silence watching family guy when Tony came in almost bumping into everything as he surprisingly made his way to Bruce and handed him the drink.

"Drink it." said Tony as Bruce just stared at it.

He took a drink.

"Holy crap Stark! Why is it so strong?!" Bruce asked

We all laughed.

"Bottoms up! Bottoms up! Bottoms up!" Tony started his own little tune and started dancing to it almost falling.

To my surprise Bruce fell victim to his peer presser and downed the whole thing.

"He actually did it!" Tony yelled and laughed like no tomorrow.

"What did you do to it!?" asked Bruce

"Nothing but I thought you didn't drink?!" Tony replied

"Well... I.... uh... I.... shut up." and Bruce got up and put his glass in the sink.