Loki x You

Chapter 1

You swing a fist in the general area of your attacker. The tank like man lumbering towards you happens to be a desperate bounty hunter, who must have caught wind of the feeble bounty on your head. When your punch connects with the mans jaw, you start to feel a rush of satisfaction that travels up your spine, electrifying your senses. You begin to gain leverage, as punch after punch connect with his jaw, his throat, his stomach, and his nose. Each strike makes him grunt in pain. You start to grow bolder, trying to hit faster, which unfortunately lessens the force of your attacks.

You start to think that you have him on the ropes when a glint of silver slashes across your field of view. A thunderous crack rips through the air, echoing against the brick lined alleys and stone buildings that reach up above you, into the smoky sky.

You stumble backwards several steps, tripping on the rocks that litter the brick walkway. You can feel the warm ooze of blood trickling down your side, as pain beats throughout your entire body. You drop to your knees in agony as sweat slides down your pain twisted face.

You can barely make out the thin, ivory smile of the man in front of you, as a red haze slips over your eyes. Your vision begins to blur more as you try to scramble backwards, causing more fiery bolts to wriggle their way through your body. You grasp your side, and onto reality, as the blood and thoughts trickle out of you.

Barely holding on, you continue to struggle backwards, trying to push away the pain that grabs your mind like a vice. As you inchworm away from the grinning psychopath before you, you collide with two slender poles that cradle your back.

Your head lolls slowly back, gifting you with a sluggish glance at the black clothed legs that snake up to form a man wearing a languid smile. Your head rests below his knees as you feebly look up towards the seemingly  knife cut smile.

As the man stands behind you, two  long, thin daggers appear in his slender hands as if by magic. The man's smile stretches even wider as the stray bounty hunter slinks forward, trying to get closer to his prey. Before your pain addled mind can comprehend his movement, the strange man behind you darts forwards, his silver daggers flashing like fallen stars in the night.

You manage to hold yourself upright as your support vanishes from behind you. As your eyes try to track where the man went, you see as the bounty hunter's hand goes flying and a silver dagger plunges its way into his pitiful heart. Blood spurts from the wounds, pittering and pattering like raindrops on the cold bricks. The gun he was holding plummets to the ground, and his body soon follows. Silence ensues for the next few moments, as your pain soaked brain struggles to keep up with what happened.