There are no men like me

Why me?

Everything was quiet now, the only sound being my own harsh breathing..Turning on the lights as I moved , headed towards my bedroom. What I really needed was a shower, a really long cold shower . I was hopeful that it might be able to wash today's events away.

Gathering up my panda onesie , I moved into my adjoined bathroom and turned on the shower at the coolest temperature possible . Stripping in front of the bathroom mirror I took note of the lack of bruises on my body . All the road rashes that should have been decorating my knees and elbows. The pain I should have been feeling in my abused wrists and shoulders , the angry purple hand shaped bruise on my throat that should have been there...were all gone.Leaving me just a wee bit sore due to my sprinting.Instead, my body looked healthy, devoid of any physical wounds.My face looked rosier. Heck even my hair looked stronger!He really had healed me .

Him.

His mention made me pull myself away from the mirror, shoving me under the cold spray . I sagged under the pressure of pouring on my back , letting the cool attempt to soothe my tired muscles as well as my mind.

That man.. he must have been the one on the news , the one with the horny helmet..the one the Avengers had been fighting in all those news clips that dominated the TV. Was he really Loki?

Loki..The God of Mischief..brother of Thor.These two were practically legends. Gods straight out of children mythology books.Immortals.How was that even possible?

Well why not?! There were aliens in New York and I had just met the man who lead them here ..

But if he was their leader then why were they fighting against him? Could it..could it be that he wasn't the one in charge at all? I shook my head. No, no...I needed to forget the entire thing!

I had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time..fidgeting my hands , I found I couldn't get the image of him to leave my mind..I swallowed thickly.

He had killed people in Stuggart and New York..Wonder what had happened to their families?

Sighing, I leaned my head forwards against the wall . I stared blankly at the floor, his face swirling over and around in my brain .

He had suddenly stopped trying to kill me.He was ..perplexed? But why? Ugh just my luck.I almost get murdered by the guy and now I can't stop thinking about him!

I spent the remaining time in the bath scrubbing carefully at my skin, doing my general routine of shaving and washing my hair. I forced myself not to think about his searing emerald eyes, or the way he almost choked the life out of me..Instead I mentally recapitulated key points of today's diabetology lecture. Thinking and mulling over acquired knowledge was a favourite pastime of mine. It was soothing and helped me ease my troubled thoughts .

I dressed in a pair of clean undergarments and put on my onesie. It was one of my most prized clothing . It had my mom's favourite animal..panda.I carried my towel with me, fiddling with the ends of my hair, drying them .

My muscles ached as I made my way out of the bedroom to make something to eat. I was famished. Maybe pancakes with extra maple syrup?

A figure sitting calmly on my couch stopped me in my tracks, sending my heart into a palpitation frenzy.My towel fell from my hands and on to the floor.

Him.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him.He seemed comically out of place casually sitting on my old, beaten down couch , just as intimidating and regal as before. His legs long and powerful..his face just as stupidly beautiful as before.