He Was At Your House (A Loki x Reader)

The Prince Of Asgard

You're sleeping when you wake up to a noise from the kitchen. You think it's nothing and proceed to try to sleep, but there's more clanging. You think it's just your fat tabby cat Melissa, but then whose orange tail is weaving in front of your face then?

Your eyes flutter open and you stare into the yellow eyes of your big, plump cat.

When the noise comes again you slowly, as quietly as you can, slip out of your bed sheets. You open the drawer of your dresser and from inside you pull out a gun.

It's cold in your hands.

You make it down the long hall of your house. Your kitchen light is on, which is weird because you always turn off all the lights before bed. You slowly creep down the hall, trying not to trip over Melissa, who's weaving around your feet.

You try to nudge her away, but she darts out of the way and races into the lit kitchen. Your (E/C) eyes widen. You press yourself to the wall, holding your breath, your gun locked and ready.

"Hello mangy beast," a voice says from the kitchen.

You freeze. Somehow, you know, it's not a burglar. You can see the shadow of a man patting Melissa. You take a deep breath then whip around the corner with your gun up.

The man simply looks up, his eyebrows cocked. He has raven black hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin, and he looks like he just climbed through many bramble bushes. Your gun immediately falls to the ground with a clatter.

The man's still watching you and you're breathless. You can't find your voice.

"Midgardians...," the man says, looking at Melissa as if talking to the cat. He picks up Melissa and walks over to you, looking down at you.

Your eyes find his and you're still breathless.

"This is your beast, correct?"

You blink repeatedly then seem to shake your head, blinking rapidly to see if this is real.

The man doesn't disappear.

"I..., y-yes," you manage to say.

This man can't be real. You know who he is, but then again what if he wasn't? Maybe your eyes are just playing tricks on you, or maybe you're living in a dream, or perhaps the one actor you are rather a big fan of is standing before you- how?

You've never met him face to face. You live all the way in New York, and your beloved actor lives in London and sometimes in Georgia. So, was it coincidence he was in your house? How did he get here? How did he get in your house? And why was he dressed like the character you love- the character your favorite actor plays?

You realize that there's blood trickling from the wounds that made him look like he went through a bramble bush. You're a nurse at the local hospital and can't help but help a person who's injured. It's considered your number one priority. You blink rapidly again and then push all other thoughts aside and focus on the man.

He's injured, and you're a nurse that needs to do your duties. That's why you became a nurse.., isn't it?

You find your voice and shakily say, "Y-You're hurt."

"Yes," he replies darkly. "I find it impossible to not get hurt when you've just fallen through a hole in space."

You're at a loss for words again. What the hell was going on? You find your voice and say, "H-Here, sit down. I can fix that."

He seems to be thinking whether or not to decline.

Whether he declines or not doesn't matter. You quickly walk over to a kitchen cabinet and reach up to grab the Emergency Kit. You walk over to where he had sat down at the small table in the middle of the kitchen.