Loki Imagines: Reader-Insert Story Collection

The Professor (part 2)

"Alright, we'll end class for now," Professor Ikol says. There's a sigh of relief somewhere in his tone. "Leave your papers on my desk and I'll see you on Wednesday."

You file down lecture hall along with the hustle and bustle -- some students struggling to free their essays from their binders and others trying to get out of class as soon as possible so that they can run home to the comfort of their Netflix subscriptions. At the desk, you place your essay on the stack of papers and are about to step toward the door when you notice the Professor gesturing to you.

"Um, yeah?" you ask.

"Fancy a quick conversation in a bit?" he asks in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Uh, sure?" Standing aside from the crowd, you awkwardly wait until the class empties itself

Soon, you and the Professor are the only ones in the room. He's putting some of the papers into his briefcase and putting his textbook copies in order. You notice with curiosity that he left half of that stack of essays on the table.

"So, Y/N," he says with a brief smile. He then steps over to your side of the desk and seats himself on its edge. His gaze is firm yet gentle, and there seems to hide behind his light-colored eyes a large bank of knowledge beyond that which any textbook can ever have. "I want to congratulate you for getting the highest marks in our class."

You blush a bit. "Oh, thanks." He wanted me to stay only so that he could congratulate me? you think.

Almost as if he'd read your mind, Professor Ikol continues on: "I actually have an offer for you. One of my colleagues told me that you applied to TA for her, but didn't get the job."

"Yeah, I didn't," you reply with an even harder blush. Thomas ended up getting that job, buoyed by his massive resume of over-achievement.

"Well, I need a TA." The Professor rubs at his temples. "I've been having to go through a lot of papers, and it's been draining.

Your eyes widen. You can use this extra income, and Professor Ikol is charming and eloquent, and -- well -- quite the looker; it wouldn't be that boring to be working for him.

"S-Sure."

"Good," he says with a clasp of his hands and a wink. He then picks up the stack of papers that has been on the table and gives it to you. "You can start tonight."