How Love Destroys

The Life of Loki

Dash screamed in pain as she birthed her first child. He came into this world and touched the hearts of two women.

The first, young Ginny Weasley, stumbled into Loki's arms one cold winter night, when they were both sixteen. Ginny was jogging on her street in London, when she noticed a tall, dark haired, blue-green eyed, British man sitting in an alley alone murmuring words to a wall and holding a strange blue object. She was in love. She stumbled across the street, her cold feet struggling to move. Her long light blue cloak swished alongside the cold snowy ground. She tripped over her feet, and the man caught her in his strong arms. She leaned into him, and said, "Hi."

"Hello there, mortal." He smirked.

Nine months later

Ginny smiled at Loki, and Loki looked back at his parents, Tom and Dash. "The baby's coming." He said, a smirk planted on his ever so handsome face.

Three hours later

Loki and Ginny's child came into the world, a full grown eight-legged horse, thanks to dear Loki's lineage. Ginny instantly died, and her last words were,

"He's so flawless." Loki, overcome with grief, flew away to the human city of San Francisco, searching for love. The first day in SF, Loki found himself wandering aimlessly down the streets. His eyes flicked around the street, until he found his eyes stuck on a girl with purple and brown hair, wearing what seemed to be a sailor's outfit with a red tie. He approached the girl, a smirk permanently implanted on his face, trying to cover his grief.

"Oh, um, hi," said the girl, her heart fluttering quickly, and a blush rising to her cheeks. "I'm Hope. What's your name?"

"I'm Loki," he said.

"OMG!" said Hope. "I LOVE YOU!"

"Ummm..."

"You're super famous! I know all of your secrets! Oh, by the way, you're going to marry me soon...sorry about that."

"Wait, what?"

And so they were married two days later, and lived happily ever after.