Falling For A Midgardian / Loki FanFiction

Chapter 19;

*Phoebe's Point Of View.*

"Hey!" A familiar voice yelled as I walked into the car park. Catherine bounded up to me grinning. "So, Where shall we go so we can... discuss things?" She asked, leading to me her car. I shrugged, " I don't mind really."

I climbed into the front passenger seat and Cat jumped behind the steering wheel. She quickly pulled out and drove off to the road, giving me barely enough time to do up my seat belt.

"Right. Urm'... I'm in the mood for Costa." I nodded in agreement and then in three short minutes Catherine was parking outside the mall.

"Lab coat." I said, pointing at Catherine's overalls. She shrugged off the protective clothing and chucked it in the back seat, revealing her Iron Man top. I don't know why she does but she wears tops with The Avengers on when she's at work because she says it is fun to creep them out. Except Tony doesn't mind it, he actually likes it. But I think it's just because it's boosting his massive ego.

"So. What's the update?" Catherine asked, linking her arm intp mine and walking towards Costa. I swallowed air, "I told him about Thor being here."

"What? How did he take it?"

"Fine. Actually, he didn't react at all. Well, there was some kind of a reaction. But not what I was expecting, nor what you'd expect."

"Huh? How did he react?"

I rubbed my hand, of the arm that wasn't linked with Cat's, against the back of my neck. "We sorta'... um'."

"Did you have... SEX?!" Catherine asked, rather loudly. It did cause a few heads to turn our way.

"No! NO! Of course not! We just... kissed."

"What?! WHAT?! And you didn't think to tell me that this morning?! Ohmygosh! Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?"

"Sorry, and urm' he kissed me. But it got intense..."

She nudged me and smirked. "I bet you'd like it to get intense."

"Oh shut up, Cat. But I wouldn't mind..."

"Who would? He's hotter than the flames that killed Dean and Sam's mother!"

I gasped, "That's a horrible thing to say!"

"Yeah, but it was pretty good." She admitted. I nodded and laughed. She had a point.

*Catherine's Point Of View.*

DRAMA FUCKING BOMB! Phoebe and Loki. Oh shit! What if they fall in love? Then he get's taken away to Asgard to live inevitably in prison and Phoebe is dragged away and probed for concealing a fugative! Shit!

"What if they catch you?! They'll lock you up! Or even kill you!" I blurted as we pushed our way through the red doors that led us to Costa. The warm smell of coffee welcomed us and a soft relaxing aroma was hanging in the room.

Phoebe shrugged as we stood in line for the till. "I won't get caught. Besides, Loki is only here until he gets his Asgardian power back or whatever power it is. He just needs a place to stay until he's got his mojo back."

"I bet you'd like his Asgardian mojo." I said, nudging her arm. Me and my dirty mind. Sorry, Sexy Mind Palace.

Phoebe looked at me, her expression plastered with mocking disgust, "Really?" She asked. I grinned as a response, causing her to giggle. "But seriously though. Be careful please." I added.

We eventually made our way to the counter and ordered our drinks. I had a hot chocolate and Phoebe had a coffee. We found a small round table in the corner and sat down. A small child pointed at my top and then tugged at his mums sleeve. "Iyon Mam." He said, stuttering the words out. Personally, I hate children and other small beings. But this child was an exception. As was any other smart child who appreciated good things in life. Nothing crap like every baby slut brewing in this world, walking around in crop tops, short shorts and jelly shoes. What even are they? Like, Why the fuck would you wear things on your feet that my mum would wear as beach shoes in fucking 1995! Why?!

Phoebe and I spent the next fifteen minutes talking about things like Supernatural, Sherlock and Doctor Who. Quite alot of our conversations revolved around this. Just you're typical fangirls that to any outsiders of the fandoms we probably looked like fish out of water having epileptic fits. Pssssh. Screw them.

"We should probably head back," I said glancing at my watch. Phoebe nodded in agreement and stood up, stretching out her arms and legs. I left a small tip on the table and gathered mypurse and phone, shoving themin my pocket. We headed out the doors, past a small irritating crowd of sluts who looked like they belonged in year seven. (A/N I'm English so in America I think that's like... 5/6th grade maybe? Meh. If anyone could tell me in the comments that'd be great. Okay, @Starkette just told me it was 6th grade. So, there you go; Sixth grade.)

We wandered for a bit through the shops, buying a few items. Like a Sonic Screwdriver pen from this amazing little nerd shop- Which should be my new home- and I bought another copy of The Hobbit. I'm obssessed with reading it in as many prints, fonts, sizes et cetera as I can. I know... I have issues. Phoebe bought Skyrim for her Xbox. Loki had apparantly broken it because he couldn't figure out how to play it... Rage quit.

The drive back to S.H.I.E.L.D was filled with listening to music. We didn't say much due to the effort of talking. We made our way through security and trough the metal corridors and I made my way to my lab, Phoebe left and went to find Natasha. Apparently they're to train together.

"Catch up with you later? Okay?" I asked, about to leave Phoebe. She nodded and gave me a smile before dashing away down the hall.

I opened the heavy door that held gateway to my shared lab and was greeted by Tony sprawled out on the spfa that he'd insisted on having.

"Feet!" I said, kicking his legs and getting him to take his shoes of the brown leather sofa.

"Where have you been?" He asked, juggling a rubix cube between his hands. Where the hell did that come from?!

"Lunch." I answered simply, falling onto my chair and spinning on it.

"Anyway. Back to buisness."

*Loki's Point Of View.*

"What do you mean? I'm under arrest?! You cannot arrest me! I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose! Get your hands off me!"

I argued with a man dressed in navy who'd grabbed my hands and cuffed them together. He dragged me away towards a car and opened the door, waiting for me to sit down.

I stepped in and lowered myself, the Midgardian officer pushed my head down, slamming the door on me and locking it.

He sat in the passener seat while another man began to drive.

After a journey that dragged, the car came to a stop and I was yet again man handled. I was pushed up to the doors of a tall building, grey and metal. Dull.

The taller man that arrested me origionaly pushed a button on the intercom, waiting patiently until I saw a face I recognized all too well.

Nick Fury.

"Ah, bring him in." Nick said, forcefully presing something, followed by the door opening and some other official looking people gripping me tightly and pulling me inside. Before long, I was sat behind a glass wall, a prison, much like the one they'd previously contained me in. Not quite as extreme as that however.

Hours passed and no one had come to see me. I felt kind of... let down? I thought they'd have the decency to come see their favourite criminal. Even their man made of Iron hadn't come to shove a rude comment in my face.

I wouldn't of cared about being imprisoned. Maybe I'd be taken back to Asgard, get my power back. I could escape. Be free. But something was making me vouch against that hope. Someone to be precise. Phoebe.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was running through my mind. The most beautiful girl I have ever had the good fortune of meeting. And now, emotions were ruining everything. I couldn't help it. In the short time I'd known her; somewher along the line I'd fallen in love. Me, Loki Laufeyson, Falling for a Midgardian.

Who'd of guessed?

I need to get out of here. I need to see Phoebe. Tell her how I feel. She could help me? She'd saved me so much already. I need her.