A Whole Bunch of Loki's

God of Rock

Your heart was beating ridiculously fast to the point of being uncomfortable.

This wasn't your first interview, over the year since you became an official journalist for a magazine you had interviewed many people in many professions and those had gone smoothly.

The again, none of them had ever been him.

A rock-god in right if there ever was one.

Loki.

The man who held the audience captivated with his voice and his looks, a bundle package of gorgeous who just happened to be the lead singer of a band you had been a fan of for years.

You weren't sure how you were going to face him and not want to touch that messy hair or how you would be able to stop yourself from staring into those gorgeous eyes, typically highlighted that little bit more with a touch of eyeliner.

You also weren't sure if Loki was his true name of a pseudonym to go along with the band, a little gimmick.

What you did know, was that this man had stolen your heart without even knowing you and now, once the gig was over, you were going to go backstage and interview him for a special piece.

Even as you watched him on stage, your nerves getting worse as the night came closer to its close, you weren't sure how you were going to face him.

At least you could live in the comfort of knowing that he was apparently very forthcoming and pleasant with those he interacted with, despite what you would have initially believed of him.

Too many stories had been told of different stars who were awful to interview and people dreaded seeing, apparently Loki wasn't one of them but you would soon find out just what the truth was.

Now you just had to wait for them to call your name and show you inside.

You hoped that the room wouldn't be small and cramped, that would only heighten your nervousness.

You took a sip from your cup, hoping that the content would help to calm your nerves a little more, only for them to spike ten times as bad when the door creaked open and three members of the four-member band stepped out.

One of them, Loki's brother and band drummer, stopped to look at you, his eyebrow slowly raising.

"Are you back here for a reason?" He asked politely, giving you a friendly smile, "we weren't doing a fan meeting today."

"Oh," you stammered, getting more flustered as you fumbled to take out your badge to show him, "I'm not a fan, well I am a fan, but I'm not here for a fan meeting, I'm here to interview you."

Thor looked at the badge, his eyes widening and his expression reading nothing but a serious; 'Oh shit'.

"Ah, right, one second."

He gave another polite smile and then quickly stepped back into the dressing room, closing the door behind himself.

From behind the door, you could hear rushed talking but couldn't quite make out what was being said, it all sounded like a bear's growling stomach to you.

A short while later, the door clicked open and Thor stepped back out, beaming at you.

"Give him a minute, he'll call you in."

With a small pat on the shoulder, he gave a small wink then ran off to catch up with the others, probably for some good old drinking fun.

You let out a sigh and nodded.

"Guess I'll wait here then," you mumbled to the air.

Time slowed and your mouth dried, your drink had been finished after you'd downed it in hopes of sating your dry throat.

After what felt like a century, the door clicked open again and your heart leaped into your throat while simultaneously hammering uncomfortably.

In seeming slow motion, the God himself Loki stepped into the doorframe and your breath was taken away.

You had seen Loki in many looks over the course of his career.

Tight leather, flowing robes and even dyed hair during the earlier stages when he was just getting comfortable and coming into his stage presence, but none of them matched the look he had now.

He wore a basic, long sleeved green shirt and black jeans with heavy looking boots, his usually heavily tousled hair was combed back neatly from his face and rather than eyeliner adorning his face, he had a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

Silently, you both stared at each other until he rose an eyebrow and tilted his head.

"Are you the one here for the interview?"

"Yeah," you nodded dumbly, "that's me."

"Oh, perfect," he closed the book in his hands and stepped to one side, "come on in."