Chapter 2: Explanations needed

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Why is he here? Is he here for me? My heart started to pound in my chest, ears turning red. Even if he is here for me, why? What purpose would he, a god, have for me, a mere mortal? I'm useless compared to him!

His sudden appearance left me wondering if he intended to show his face or not, confirming my almost certain suspicion. "Girls!" I announce, almost shouting over their still bickering voices. "I think I have an idea" finally getting them to calm down.

"And what would that be?" Opal's cocky tone replied, sounding exactly like Stark. No wonder she likes Tony. "Well," I start " you know-how in the movies...." I looked to the emerald eyes once more, throwing a wink, before turning my full attention to the girls, "you call the hero's name-" Ruby interrupted me.

"Or in your case villain" I shoot her a glare.

"Yes. Or in my case villain" I snarl back at her "any way you call their name and they appear to you, right then and there". A chorus of quiet yea's sounded throughout the room "well, why don't we try it?" I suggest, and everyone gives me a funny look.

After a few minutes, and a bit of convincing, we were all ready to try. All of us were 18 and above so we all knew what would happen if our chosen hero did show up. They all tried and failed, leaving me to my pathetic attempt. "LOKI!" I cried out, hoping and praying he would come out of hiding but obviously nothing happened. Of course! He's the fucking god of mischief he's not going to come to his name being called. Think, Talia, think. What is going to piss him off so much that he absolutely has to come out to avoid being humiliated... Bingo! The person he hates the absolute most. I could barely contain my laughter as I tried one final time to get his attention.

 "LOKI IS A SECOND RATE SORCERER AND DR. STEPHEN STRANGE OF MIDGARD IS FAR SUPERIOR AND EXPERIENCED IN MAGIC AND THE MYSTIC ARTS!"  No sooner had I uttered the last word in my sentence had he appeared, as hoped/expected, grabbed me by the collar of my pyjama shirt and snarled "You take that back, you mewling quim". I promptly started roaring with laughter, cackling evilly as my friends stared at me, worried for my mental state. 

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Hey guys! Just edited this one too, hopefully, it makes for a better read. Later losers - TBomb

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